TWO MINDS WITH BUT A SINGLE THOUGHT.
by Andy Macdonald.
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CHAPTER VIII.
Two young men, one British the other Japanese have met in London and in a very short time their acquantanceship turns to friendship and their initial lust moves to love. They are spending the weekend together and Andy has organised a mystery tour for his young lover. They are in a suite in the magnificent Grand Hotel in Brighton, sleeping off yet another bout of love making.
I wake up. What woke me? Through my bleary half-open eyes I see a cute, round face with two coal-black eyes peering at me. That's what woke me.
"You are awake, Andy." It was not a question but a statement. "I think
maybe you are angry with me." The cute round face is filled with
concern.
"Oh yes, I'm furious with you." The small body which is snuggled up against me trembles but quickly I add "why should I be angry with you?"
"Because what I did last night."
Last night's lovemaking came flooding back into my mind. How my little Japanese friend had taken his "revenge" and, like a small human whirlwind, had taken charge and shagged me with a fierceness and tenacity that belied his small frame. After my initial surprise and the unusual situation of finding myself being fucked rather than energetically engaged in the fucking, I'd settled down and enjoyed the slippery invasion and Michito's eager thrusting.
"Oh my worried little stallion, I loved it. If I can fuck you then certainly you can have equal opportunities with my ass. I loved it and was only surprised at the ferocity of your shagging."
The look of anxiety on his face ebbs away and is replaced by love and pride.
"You liked?" he whispers.
"Yes, I liked a lot. And I like you a lot you hot sexy little imp. Come on, get up, time to continue the mystery tour. "
I get up and drag the bedclothes off the bed to reveal the perfectly formed small, light brown and virtually hairless body of my lover. His hands shoot over his groin but are unsuccessful in hiding the proud stiffness of his morning erection.
"What's this then," I enquire, pulling away his hands and gripping his phallus with one of my own. "I see that you come equipped with a handle!" and gently but firmly I direct him upwards, off the bed and into the bathroom using his erect cock as a handle to guide him where I want him to go. I lead him to the toilet where he stands, feet slightly apart and cock beginning to droop: I smack him lightly across his cute bottom and then retire discreetly to let him piss in private because I know that my standing beside him, watching him will embarrass him deeply.
"Have a shower," I say, "and take your time. Enjoy it."
I cross over the room to the telephone, dial room service and order a good solid breakfast for two, then I go to the door and grab the morning paper which I'd ordered when I'd checked in the previous day, from outside and returned to sit and read it by the open french windows.
A discreet knock at the door heralds the tray/table with our breakfast loaded on to it... Two waiters efficiently set up the meal for us and retreated, gratefully clutching a most reasonable tip.
After quite a time the bathroom door opens and a small shining young Michito emerges, grinning happily.
"Sorry, I take long time. I enjoy it like you tell me. I hope is OK'"
I stand up and dart across the room, clasp my arms round his waist and hoist him up into the air so that his face is level with mine, his nose practically touching mine, the warm male scent of his body filling my nostrils. Instinctively his legs wrap around my waist, gripping me tightly.
"Of course it's all right. Relax. Enjoy yourself. It's all a great big mystery weekend. You must stop apologising and r - e - l - a - x , OK?"
"Ah so! What is mystery today?" Mich enquires wriggling in my grip like
a slippery fish.
"Wait and see. If I tell you, it won't be a mystery anymore, will it?"
Michito disengages his body from mine and wriggles on to the chair by the breakfast table where he eyes the contents with awe.
"Dig in" I say.
"Please? Dig?"
"I mean help yourself. Would you like some orange juice? Help yourself to coffee. Just make yourself comfortable and dig in to whatever you would like to eat - or maybe you're not hungry?"
Michito digs. He dispatches his juice, munches his way through a plate of muesli mixed with yoghurt and then tucks into a plate of scrambled egg, bacon, sausage and hash-browns. His appetite reflects his sexual appetite and I certainly know that it is in need of re-fuelling.
After we have finished breakfast I tell Mich that we need to pack up our gear and that we'll be checking out of the hotel as soon as we're ready.
"We have to get a bit of a move on so that we don't miss the next phase of the mystery tour." I tell him.
In no time flat he's all packed up and I give him the car keys and suggest that he goes straight to the car and waits there for me while I settle the bill. This all goes smoothly and we're quickly on the road again; I drive the short distance along the sea front to the Brighton Marina where I easily manage to find a space for the car. We jump out of the car and walk down to the marina, out along the pontoon towards a very large yacht. Probably the largest sailing yacht in sight. What is known as a Maxi. I glance at Michito who is staring at the yacht with his eyes practically popping out of his head.
"Is Maxi" he breathes.
"Yes it's a Maxi and we're going for a sail on it," I say. "Jump aboard."
Michito hesitates, not daring to make such a bold move to step on what, to him, is practically holy ground.
"It's OK, they won't eat you." I reassure him. "Hi Jamie, good to see you again." This to a young man who has just come up on deck. "This is Michito, the young friend of mine from Japan that I told you about. Mich, this Jamie the skipper."
"Hello young man, welcome aboard. I hear that you've done some ocean racing in your own country. Ever been on a Maxi before?"
Michito is stunned. Seemingly in shock at the surprise of finding himself on board this awesome racing machine. He shakes his head slowly.
"N-no, n-never been on m-Maxi" he mutters shyly.
"Well I guess you'll find it an exciting experience. I really hope so anyway."
"Right lads, Let's go!" This to a group of five young men who have poured up on deck from below while the three of us have been talking.. With practised efficiency they set about preparing the mooring lines for slipping. Jamie goes to the wheel and by a couple of flips of his hand, he orders the lines to be slipped and, with a slight push on the engine control, the huge yacht slides quietly away from the berth. Not an order has been given. Not a sound from Captain or crew. One moment we are alongside on the berth and the next we're motoring serenely out of the harbour.
As soon as we clear the breakwater, Jamie gives a couple more hand gestures and the crew, now augmented by five more guys and girls, start heaving on the halliards and grinding the winches to hoist the main and genoa aloft. The Maxi suddenly comes alive. She heels to the breeze and the water starts to flow fast along the side. Jamie stops the engine and the giant sailing boat surges ahead to the thrust of the wind on the massive area of sail that has been so quickly and efficiently set.
Michito stands on deck lost in the wonder and excitement of where he has so suddenly found himself. Entranced at the feeling of raw power as this giant racing machine is driven so effortlessly and rapidly forward by what is really quite a soft breeze.
Skipper Jamie and I are standing by the wheel, chatting. We're old friends from childhood when we were both cadet members of the same yacht club. We'd raced against each other in Optimists and graduated through various classes to Lasers. We'd both been highly respected dinghy helmsmen in our young days. Jamie had stayed in the world of sailing, getting crewing jobs on the ocean racers, notching up a few Fastnet races, being chosen as foredeck hand for such international regattas as the Commodore's Trophy, Admiral's Cup, Newport Bermuda race, even the Sydney Hobart. As he grew older he came aft from the foredeck and became an internationally acknowledged helmsman. Now he was skipper of this Maxi yacht and responsible to his owner for the running of the boat, the selection and training of the crew and campaigning of the yacht in whatever races the owner decided to enter.
Meanwhile I'd turned my back on professional sailing to pursue what was, at first, more lucrative work in the financial world. I guess you could say we are both extremely successful in our chosen careers and have remained good friends over the years. I knew that Jamie was running training sessions from Brighton had quickly fixed this part of the "mystery" at the start of the weekend.
I wonder why Andy is in such hurry. I can tell that he wants to
finish breakfast quickly. Then he suddenly say to pack up quickly. I
wonder what is next mystery? I take luggage to car park and wait short
time for Andy. He very soon here and we speed off along the sea front.
Many people out already walking along promenade, wandering about by
entrance to long pier.
Ah. Now I see many masts of yachts. We must be going to a marina. I
think we look at some yachts, that's good. I like. Is good mystery.
Like Brighton is good mystery. Then I guess we have drink and lunch
where we see yachts. I very happy.
Andy parks the car, he still not tell me what is happening but doesn't
matter, I just happy to be with him and by the water seeing British
yachts. I follow him to the pontoon. Oh Wow! There is Maxi-yacht
moored at the end of the pontoon. I think we go to look at it. My
dream has been for long time to maybe get chance to sail in a Maxi.
Awesome. At least now we go close, go to look at Maxi. We walk towards
it and I look at huge length of hull, so very high mast. I think what a
great area of sail it can set. I just stare and stare at the beautiful
great racing machine.
"Is Maxi" I whisper.
But what is this? I can't believe this! Andy says:
"Yes, Mitch, it's a Maxi and we're going for a sail on it, jump aboard."
I hesitate, this can't be true, it is Andy joke because he know I like to go on board more than anything else. I not dare to make to step onto this yacht. A man has come up onto the deck. I think he cross just because we hang about near his boat.
Then I hear Andy speak to the man - he knows him!! He introduces me to
the man - Jamie. Suddenly I am embarrassed. I not know what to say,
where to look. It is all so much, all so sudden.
"Hello young man, welcome aboard." says the Captain, "I hear that you've done some ocean racing in your own country. Ever been on a Maxi before?"
I shake my head, almost I cannot answer:
"N-no, n-never been on m-Maxi."
"Well I guess you'll find it an exciting experience. I really hope so anyway."
Now Andy and I are up on the deck and people come up from below. I stand near one of the two huge wheels and silently I watch what happens. Many things happen so quickly.
"Right lads, Let's go!" says the Captain and that is all that he says. The crew go to various parts of the yacht and wait. Then I see Captain Jamie give some signals with his hands, the crew slip the mooring lines then he moves the engine control and the huge yacht slides quietly away from the berth. It is wonderful to watch. Such control and such teamwork. No orders are spoken but everything just happens. Then the same thing happens for setting the sails. Captain Jamie just signals again and the crew swing into action. No need for orders.
Now I feel the Maxi to come alive. It is wonderful feeling. Feeling
that I just dream about. The hull heels well over and I see the water
begin to race past the side. I watch everything. I am just silent with
wonder.
"Right young man. Andy tells me that you've done a fair bit of ocean racing back in Japan. Take the wheel, will you? I need to go for'ard and check the sail trim."
While he is still speaking he walks away from the wheel and climbs out
of the cockpit. I can't believe it. He has just walked away and told
me to steer this giant wind-machine. How could he know? How could he
possibly know that this will fulfil one of my dreams?
I quickly jump behind the wheel and with just my fingers on the huge rim
I start to guide the yacht.
"She's pretty well hard on the wind, Michto, just keep her sailing full and by"
Now I am lost. Lost in concentration, to sail this thoroughbred as
close to the wind as she will go without stalling the sails and losing
speed. I look up and forward to the huge belly of the genoa. Just like
my Father's racing yacht it has small woollen streamers that show the
flow of air over the sail. I lightly move the wheel to keep them
horizontal. I feel a small gust, a sudden increase in wind speed and
the yacht surges up closer to its direction. Quickly I slide the wheel
to take advantage of this and I feel the hull surge through the slight
seas. I think I in yachting Heaven. I look just for a second at Andy.
He looks at me and he laughs.
"Mystery or what?" he says.
"Oh Andy. This is best thing ever." I can't speak more, is too much. I
steering maxi-yacht.
We sailed to the West, beating into a freshening South-Westerly breeze and when Jamie had finished his inspection of the sails' trim and sheeting arrangements he came back to the cockpit.
"Well done Michito, you sailed her very well. No worries! Andy, why don't you have a go. See if you can make up to windward as well as Michito."
I hand over wheel to Andy. I just so very happy. For more than one hour
I sail this amazing racing machine. And Captain say I do it well. Then
I hear Captain Jamie say:
"Hey, Andy, your little friend steers really well. Quite an ace helmsman. Certainly got the feel of this beast real quick."
In a very short time the Maxi had reaches the Nab Tower and Jamie decides that they'd better turn and run back to Brighton, giving the crew the opportunity to set and hand various different sizes of spinnaker. They practice some gybes, skilfully setting the huge balloon of a sail first on one side and then the other. This is great training for the crew. It also mesmerises both Andy and Mich to watch the professional way in which the young crew handle the massive gear.
Soon they're back in the marina and Jamie docks the great yacht with the same apparent ease as they'd departed. With heartfelt thanks Andy and Michito make their farewells and walk back to the car.
"Andy . . ."
"Hmm what?"
"Thank you . . ."
"It's OK, Mitch, I know how very much you enjoyed that mystery. I know that you can hardly speak, you're just so full of what we've just seen."
"Yes, is right. One of my dreams . . ."
I drive the car out of the marina and work our way out of Brighton and onto the motorway bound for London. It is quite late and fortunately most of the sea-side traffic has already made its way back and the roads are fairly clear. We make good time. Tomorrow is Monday and we both have to work, me to make money, Mitch to study. With his agreement I drop him off outside his student lodgings, his face still flushed with awe and excitement.
"Was such a special Mystery Tour, Andy," he said as he dragged his
gear out of the car.
"OK, sport, well 'phone me tomorrow evening, after 9.00pm, OK. You got my number?"
"Yes, Andy, I got." I not miss him again, not like what happened
before. Now I know that I must show him special thanks when we meet
next time. Suddenly he toots his horn and roars away. I left
alone. But very happy. I have such a special friend, now, London
is not strange, lonely place any more.
All the day on Monday I think about amazing weekend. My Mystery
weekend. I can't believe that my life change so instantly - from
sadness and loneliness to such excitement. Now I not just think of
home, of my family but now my mind is filled with Andy. He such a
gorgeous man in body but also in personality. I have to see him
again as soon as possible. How soon can I telephone him? Tonight
maybe. Or perhaps is too soon, maybe I must wait until tomorrow
night. Oh but I want him NOW. I will ring him tonight. No, better
not. He think I am nuisance. I have to wait 'till tomorrow.
Well no doubt about it, the mystery weekend had been a success. I'd really enjoyed it. I'd enjoyed where we'd been, what we'd done but the enjoyment was amplified by Mich's so obvious enjoyment of everything we'd done together - both in public and in private! Although Monday was as hectic a day as we ever have, every time my mind wasn't full of financial figures it was filled wit Mich's figure. I so wanted to see him again and soon. Will he ring tonight? I really hope so. I think if our friendship continues and I'm sure it will, I'll buy him a pre-paid mobile, that'll make getting hold of him so much easier.
I don't get home 'till after nine that evening and once back in the flat I rush to the answering machine - no messages; then I keep waiting for the 'phone to ring. Nothing. Why no call? I was sure he'd ring. I don't feel like eating alone so, after a couple of stiff whiskies, I slope off to bed. A cold empty bed which I so wish could be shared with my wriggly, sexy little lover. My last thoughts before drifting off to sleep is "why hasn't he rung?" and, as I drifted into dreamland my body remembers how my cheeky young lover, to my astonishment, had taken the initiative and fucked me. He'd taken control and I'd loved it . . . .
. . . I was in bed, in a strange room. A hotel room perhaps. I had ordered a meal from room service. Now here was the room service waiter and I opened the door for him, he came in with a tray. Cute. Young. Probably Chinese and dressed in a tight white shirt and shiny black slacks which fitted his lower body like a tight satiny glove.
He looked very young but oh so cute, probably aged around 18. I stared at him and lusted for him. He looked at me and smiled impishly. He knew. Knew the lascivious thoughts that crowded my mind. Knew that I wanted to use his pert young body for unknown sexual delights.
I grabbed him around the shoulders and spun him round. I tipped his pretty young face upwards and our lips met. We kissed passionately. I placed my hand on his muscled chest and shoved him so that he fell back onto the bed, then I dived down and I kissed the bulge in his thin uniform slacks, and found he was really hung for guy of his height. He looked like he had been working hard all day and I could really smell the sweat in his slacks, so I started licking his bulge, and this was really turning him on. He grabbed my head rubbing it all over his cotton covered crotch, telling me I was a real hot bitch. I kept licking and was getting really hot doing so. He then pushed a finger into my mouth as I licked his crotch and I started sucking on it like a small cock. This really turned him on, and he pulled my head back so I could look up at his face with his right hand as he rubbed his left hand all over my mouth and I licked away. He then pulled my face back to his crotch and said, "Pull zipper with your teeth. You want it, I know you want it very much. Maybe I let you have it."
I did, struggling, and he assisted by unbuttoning the top button, and the fly of his slacks fell open revealing a sexy pair of greying white Hanes boxer briefs with a large sausage-shaped bulge protruding. "Lick it bitch".
I buried my face into the soft cotton covering his hard cock and balls. This guy was hot and I was getting hotter by the second. "You look hot there sucking my fucking cock through my skivvies. You like that don't you bitch?" he said.
"Uh, huh," was all I could grunt as I was slobbering on his underwear which I guessed by the funky odors he'd been wearing all week, and this was now Friday. I pulled the elastic band down with my teeth and was hit on the face by a nice hot 7 inch cock. It smelled great. I started sucking away, and must have been sucking that member and his heavy balls for about 5 minutes when I felt a probing finger on my ass hole. He then spread his legs and I got on all fours sucking his hot dick. He removed his slacks and skivvies while I sucked and was still getting my ass fingered. He then slipped his skivvies over my head and shoved his cock through the opening for me to continue sucking. He was holding my head, guiding his cock deep down my throat, and all I knew was that I couldn't see anything due to the skivs, and all I could smell was their muskiness.
I continued to lick and suck his cock which jumped with joy every time my lips suctioned along its length. This was so totally unexpected. It was surreal, he tasted tangy with just a trace of musty heavy boy cock sweat smell. His hardness filled my mouth and he shuddered several times. I sensed he was getting close, very close to a body jerking, blasting ejaculation. I knew I was soon to taste his sperm. Then, with a deep groan as if he was in terrible pain but was, I knew, in the height of extacy, he spurted a huge amount of man-spunk and most of it leaked from my mouth. He lay their for several minutes. I swallowed some of his seed the thick warm fluid felt heavy in my mouth, the rest I spat out. I continued to masturbate, really wanting him to shag me. Because of the dirty cotton mask I wore on my head, the intimate smells of his private parts filled my nostrils with their strong primitive scent.
I just knew that this eager young man was going to fuck me. He had just had a body jolting orgasm but I could tell he was still as randy as a goat. He handled my body so that I rolled underneath him, he stroked the inside of my thighs and gently but firmly parted my legs. Then he pressed on the backs of my thighs and soon had me as he wanted so that he could line up his rigid weapon ready for the slow intimate penetration that we both yearned for. He nudged the blunt helmet around my asshole, probing, searching and finally thrusting lewdly into the ring of muscle. He slid slowly and firmly into me and we both groaned with the exquisite feeling. He started to thrust, long slow lunges in and out.
Somehow I could see around his heaving, sweating body; maybe there was a mirror behind him, however it was I could clearly watch his taught muscled buttocks as he humped steadily, as he fucked his tool into my ass. The bum- cheeks now clenched, his crack tightly clamped as he thrust and then slack and dimpled as he withdrew. A young man intent on his serious rutting.
He brought us to the brink more times than I could begin to imagine, then he stopped. Then he began again, his small, tough little body made love to me, his smooth undulations rocking the bed so that the springs squealed and the bed-head thumped the wall with a regular beat, the gland inside me being brushed continually by the upward curve of his member. He would withdraw only until the crown of it was beyond my prostate, then move in one smooth flow all the way into me, like a bow on the string holding a note forever. He knew where my joy spot was, and never let me forget it.
The moment finally came when neither of us could stand the suspense any longer and he took me over the edge with two strong, smooth strokes, finally plunging into me and depositing his semen all the way into me. I felt the pulsing of his member at my entrance, expanding massively with the first spurt, stretching me even more, and his semen was fired into me, all the way down the length of his probing penis. My insides grabbed him as I fired my own salvos between us, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. My legs gripped around him and pulled him to me, trying to get more of him inside me, and his tongue probed the depths of my mouth as his manhood thrust into my core.
I gazed into his face and realised that I was staring at my lover Mich . . . .
I wake up with a jerk. The alarm radio is blurting out its usual tale of blocked roads and travel misery. My cock is rigid and I remember the incredibly sexy dreams I'd had in the night. And I longed yet again to see my new friend Michito. To enjoy his enthusiasm and excitement. To share his joy of living.
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