TWO MINDS WITH BUT A SINGLE THOUGHT.
by Andy Macdonald.
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CHAPTER VI.
It is easier to get back to my lodgings than I feared it would be
and by 10 o'clock I am sitting on my small, hard bed re- playing the
wonders of the weekend in my mind. The day drifts by and I can
hardly wait until I think it is possible that Andy will be back at
home. I ring him at 6 o'clock but I only get his answering machine
but even that gives me a great thrill because I hear again his
voice. Then I have to go to work at the restaurant but as soon as I
arrive there I 'phone again - still no answer. I think that maybe
he will come to the restaurant this evening to eat. It is a quiet
evening, I guess that not many people want to eat out just after the
holiday but he does not come. Twice more during the evening I try
to 'phone but still no answer. I arrive back at my lodgings very
late and I have not managed to speak to Andy, I am sad and lonely
and I cannot get to sleep because my bed is cold and empty and I
miss him so much.
On Wednesday I go to four lectures and I am struggling to catch up
with my studies. The evening is a repeat of the previous one. I
telephone Andy's flat five times but each time there is no answer.
He does not come to the restaurant. I think maybe he avoids me but
if that is right I do not understand why.
I have a hell of a week. The market is all topsy-turvey after the bank holiday and there's a huge amount of catching up to do. On Tuesday and Wednesday evenings I don't get home until gone midnight and I just fall into bed practically as I am. Meals are only snatched fast food take-aways. Than God for Macdonalds! From time to time a quick image of little Michito flits across my mind. I must check and see if he's rung me . . . .
By Thursday the pressure has eased a bit and I find that I can leave the office at a reasonable time. Hey, I know what I'll do, I'll pop into the Japanese restaurant and that'll give me a chance to see Michito again. I really am missing him a lot. I walk in and look around. The hostess recognises me, smiles and leads me to my usual table. As she hands me the menu she says:
"So sorry. We are short staffed tonight. It is the night off for your usual waiter. I take your order."
Damn. He's not here. And I don't have a number for him at his student lodgings. I'd hoped that he might like to come down to the boat again this weekend. I want to see him again so much and I'm now cross with myself for having been too busy to try to meet up with him. The poor little tyke, I guess he must be feeling lonely and abandoned because he'd certainly seemed grateful for our new-found friendship. Ah well. Maybe he'll be at work here tomorrow.
Thursday is my night off, I do not work at the restaurant. I decide
to go back to the underground station where Andy had dropped me from
his car on Tuesday morning and to see if I can find my way to his
flat. I walk for a long time and my feet are hurting me but at last
I recognise the building and I go up to the front door and look inside.
There is a big man behind a reception desk but I am too afraid to ask him
anything. I wait for two hours across the street where I can see if Andy or
his car comes - but nothing. I go home feeling very sad, I think I have lost
my special Englishman, that we will never meet each other again. I feel
very cold and my feet hurt me
Friday is always a difficult day for me because with the weekend coming up, the market's usually pretty busy; this particular Friday is no exception and I have a frantic day. I don't leave my desk until after 9 o'clock and I'm feeling shattered. I just want to get home. I wander down towards the underground car park but half way to the car I remember that I've left a disk in my desk drawer that I'll be needing over the weekend . Cursing inwardly I retrace my steps but when I get back to the office one of the other dealers has a problem which I feel that I ought to help him with. This time I don't leave until half past ten. Now I really want to get home but . . . . . my mind flashes back to last weekend and the fun I'd had on the boat with Michito, how much I'd enjoyed both his company and, lets face it, his cute and sexy little body. The anguish that I'd seen in his eyes when it was all over and I had dropped him at the underground station on Tuesday morning . . . . I think I'll just pop round to the Japanese restaurant even though I'm not remotely hungry but just on the off chance that he might still be there.
I walk up to the place and look inside, it is very busy tonight with two large groups enjoying a noisy meal and apparently all the tables in use but nope, no sign of Andy. The hostess walks up to me, smiles and says:
"I could manage to get a table for you, Sir?"
I hesitate, look slowly around once more, but he's obviously not here again tonight.
"No thanks, I think I'll get back home."
Feeling sadder than I expected, I turn and walk out. Just as I'm about to close the door behind me I hear a gasp from right across the room and I look back. He has just emerged from the kitchen carrying an enormous tray of food. I turn back and wait, watching him while he serves one of the large groups. Several times he nearly drops a plate of food because he keeps looking towards me with anguished eyes.
"I think I'll just sit over here at the bar and have a drink, if that's all right." I say to the hostess. I go over and sit on a bar stool and order a beer.
While Michito works I sit and sip my beer and, of course, I watch his elegant body as he moves in and out. He really is a most charming, provocative and alluring young man and my mind is filled with the memories of our fantastic time together on the previous weekend. I just longed to hold him in my arms again, to enjoy his presence in my bed with all my senses. To feel his muscly little body, smell his maleness, hear him breath. All the same time that I'm watching Michito I see that his eyes hardly ever leave mine. A few minutes after I get my drink he rushes over:
"Please, please wait for me Andy!" he pleads.
Time slips by slowly, the two groups seeming to take an age over their meal and suddenly when I look at my watch I see that it's nearly midnight. I 'm really tired now but what the hell, it's Saturday tomorrow and even though I've got a bit of work to do at home, there's the whole weekend to recover.
And seeing Michito's cute smile and oh so desirable young body again makes the wait worthwhile - maybe I can persuade him to come home with me tonight!
At long last the two groups come to the end of their feasts and, having haggled over the paying of their bills, get up and leave. Now the waiters rush around clearing up the room. Michito dashes over to me:
"I nearly finished, very soon I can go . . . please wait just a few more minutes for me, please?" he implores.
"Hey take it easy Michito, of course I'll wait for you."
Finally he's finished and he comes through to the bar dressed in his street clothes.
"Now we can leave" he gasps.
I grab my briefcase and follow him through the kitchen door and out through the back. At last he is free from his duties and we can talk freely.
"It's good to see you again Cheeky" I tell him.
"Oh Andy, I have been thinking of you every minute all of the week.
I try to telephone you and hope to meet you here but we don't meet
and I'm afraid that I will never ever see you again and I enjoyed the
last weekend with you such a lot and I love you and I missed you so
very much and because you wait for me I think that you must like me
a little bit too, I want I want to be with you, because you don't
answer telephone and don't come to restaurant I think you have gone
from me and . . . . and . . . "
The words poured out of him as if a verbal dam has just burst.
"Steady on Sport" I say, interrupting his flow "let's walk down to my car and talk about things. Maybe I can give you a lift somewhere."
We walk down to the garage and find my car. We climb in and as soon as both doors are shut Michito clasps his arms around me and buries his head into my neck I can only just make out his muffled words.
"Oh Andy, you are really here, we are together again. I tried to talk to you . . . ."
Then he puts his lips to mine and we exchange a long and passionate kiss. I'm thankful that it is dark inside the car and no one can see the two male occupants locked in such an intimate embrace.
"Yes I'm so sorry. My answering machine is buggered and I haven't had time to get it fixed."
I hear a chuckle, then "Oh maybe then I'm pleased about that" says my little friend.
"What, pleased that the machine's buggered? I'm just so sorry that we couldn't get in touch with each other."
"Oh yes I'm sorry. Because if machine is buggered then you will have to bugger me instead!"
"You cheeky little monkey! Well, what now my friend? Shall I drop you back at your student lodgings . . . . or would you like to come back with me to the flat?"
"Oh I would like so much to come back to your home. Is it possible?
It is weekend, maybe we could spend some time together again. I
would like that so very much and I could make it so that you like it
very much too, but I do not have any clean clothes and my soap and
toothbrush and such things with me, maybe it is not possible . . . ."
The spate of words poured out again.
"Hey, Michito it'd be great if you come home with me, there's nothing I'd like more. It doesn't matter about your stuff we'll make do somehow and, anyway, why do you need clothes?! Do you have any plans for this weekend?"
"No Andy, I not do anything this weekend. I want so much to spend it with you if I will not be trouble to you."
"Right oh then, it's off to my flat we go," I announce.
At this time of night the roads are empty and in no time at all we arrive at the flat. I park the car and we shoot up in the lift.
"Welcome back my sexy friend" I say grabbing him around the waist and lifting his eager face to mine for a long lingering kiss. Michito's small legs wrap around my waist and our bodies are pressed together as our excitement mounts at being together again and in private at last.
I hadn't realised how much I'd missed him. I'd been working hard all week and there had not been a lot of time to think about much other than the markets but now, suddenly, holding the warm clinging body, smelling his sexy male aroma, feeling his muscles thrusting his eager body against mine, my libido kicked in with a bang.
"You smell, Michito" I whisper it into his ear.
He struggles in my arms tries to beak free from our fierce embrace.
"Oh Andy I so sorry. I have good shower this morning but I work
hard all day, then I have to travel to my other work and you see me
running about very much this evening, I not know I meet you - only I
can hope it and I not have time to have another shower. I so sorry
I make you angry with me."
"No my friend, you don't make me angry with you. Relax. You smell great, remember I like the good strong honest smells of a sexy guy. You're turning me on in a big way."
"Turning you on . . . . ?"
"Yes sexy-eyes, turning me on, making me randy, causing me to want to make wild, hard, dirty man-love with your voluptuous body. I want you Michito, I want to make sure that you're as sexy as I remember."
He shudders with desire: "I want you, too, Andy. I want to meet this thing again. It is for me. I have to know it again very soon."
"This thing" is what he is now rubbing with the hand that he's thrust down between our fused bodies and which he is now embracing with a fierce grasp.
All traces of my earlier fatigue have disappeared completely, what I want now is passionate sex with this ravishing little imp. Michito wriggles free from our body-lock and slides down onto his knees. He looks up at me and licks his lips in anticipation, his eyes are filled with longing and lust. I am still standing and am stroking the bulge in my own jeans.
Now Michito makes a move - he manoeuvres us both onto the settee by shuffling along on his knees whilst steering me backwards along the hall. I slump backwards as the backs of my knees catch the edge of the cushion and in a flash he opens my jeans. His fingers glide slowly down the curve of my belly, to the tuft of pubic hair, and pause there. "Oh Yesssss," he gasps, "what a cock!"
I sigh, close my eyes, but am unable to stifle the moan of delight that rises to my lips as he runs his fingers delicately up the insides of my thighs. I think I may come immediately. I think Michito will suck it, but, instead, he wants to get me nude. He undresses me, taking his time, smelling and kissing my skin here and there, stroking my now steel-hard sex occasionally. Now, I think, he will get down to sucking it the way he had the last time he'd had access to it. . But, no, he rises to his feet and throws off all his clothes except his socks and underwear, so that he is now as nearly naked as he knows will really turn me on. Now Mich's fingertips are caressing my cock. He stands transfixed, staring at it, continuing to be fascinated yet again by its size and strength.
I stand. Micho takes the heavy, chunky organ in his hand and squeezes it.
"You know what? This is the biggest one I've ever seen," he whispers.
'Ha!" I say, and I grab Micho into my arms and lead him to the bedroom, where I spread him over the centre of the double bed.
"Fuck me," the boy begs, parting his legs wide.
I'm stunned at first; I had been dreaming of getting one of Micho's blowjobs for days, but this was even better. Naturally I love a blowjob, but I love fucking even more. I grasp the waistband of his briefs and slowly I ease them down, over his plump peachy buttocks. He humps upwards and allows me to ease the thin cotton garment over his hips and down his fuzz- covered legs. I whip them over his feet and, after a quick sniff, throw them down on the floor. Now my lover's groin is naked, displayed for me, flaunted for my pleasure. Slowly, slowly, showing no mercy, I apply lube to Micho's willing hole, then apply some to his cock, now achingly hard.
"You want it, eh?" I chuckled. "This biggest one?"
Before Micho can reply, I lie over him, reach between his legs and guide my pulsing stiffness into him. The beautiful body I have thought about for days is fully ready for his entrance - I slide deeply up into him with the easiest of pushes until my belly is flat on Micho's. Micho throws an arm round my neck and draws my face to his, showering me with warm kisses on my lips and cheeks, while I slowly ride back and forth on top of him. I am letting my lover remember my size and power.
By turning my head I can see in the large mirrors the reflection of our lovemaking. I se the naked length of my own body stretched out on top of the young Japanese man, and the rhythmic jerking of my bottom as I step up my attack. Micho's adorable face is clearly to be seen in profile, his eyes wide open.
Soon, my fast little movements produce moans of ecstasy from Micho. Micho's slender arms are flung about my neck, to hold me tightly to him. I watch the younger man's graceful legs raise themselves from the bed and clamp about my waist.
"Oh, god, you're so tight," I say breathlessly, my hands under Micho to grasp the taut cheeks of his bare little bottom.
"Fuck me," Micho moans, his own loins jerking up to the rhythm of my heated thrusting.
"Oh, yes," I gasp, hardly able to speak as the sensation of finally fucking Micho again overwhelms me.
I pull him tight against me, my hips jerking out of all control.
"Don't stop!" Micho pleads. "Please don't Stop!" His breath is coming in gasps, and I feel his body moving in rhythm with mine. Then, for an instant, my hips still, their movement no longer necessary. I fill Micho to overflowing as I come in a gush - a feeling so intense that I cry out in both pain and pure physical delight. Micho holds my still rampant cock between his legs, and I lean to kiss the young man. My tongue is in his mouth, then in his ear, my teeth raking Micho's nipples.
"Oh, God!" Micho cries.
"Oh, Micho," I sigh, little ripples of pleasure still speeding through me.
"I loved it," Micho confesses with a little sigh.
"Oh, yes, me as well," I murmur, watching Micho's hot little cock grow stiff again in his hand.
Now I roll Micho onto his stomach, my busy hand still grasping his stiffness while I mount him.
"Oh, yes, put that big thing in me again," he gasps.
"Oh!" Micho exclaim as I push home to the hilt. "Oh, God, this is...." But my voice trails away, choked with emotion. Micho has never been fucked so vigorously as now. While he loves the length and thickness, it was my technique that was thrilling him now, to judge by the little gasps and sighs that escape his mouth.
I gaze down in adoration and wonder at the ass below me. Then I look in the mirror and see Micho's face crushed to the pillow. His eyes are tightly closed, but his mouth is open wide and panting, and it is obvious that he is hovering on the edge of yet another climax. Trying not to grin, I stop my hard thrusting into him and lie still on top of him.
"What is it? Why have you stopped?' Micho asks.
"I want to enjoy your coming," I say. Micho's sex has not left my hand. I stroke it furiously. I can feel Micho squirming against me as he jerks upwards in a nervous little rhythm.
"Oh, oh," he gasps. "I love it,' he confesses, his dark coal- black eyes tearing up.
I resume my fucking, Micho trembling violently against me with the force of his desire.
Before I have a chance to conclude my fuck, Micho twists beneath me with a surprising strength for his slender frame and rolls over on top of me.
"What are you doing?"
I am quick to get his answer as Micho sits on my cock.
"But Micho," was all he had time I had to say before I am straddling him and sliding up and down on the prick. I reach up to handle his ass, and Micho rides me hard and fast, his mouth wide open in a grimace of concentration. I gasp, thrusting rhythmically upwards into my gorgeous young lover.
As the most incredible delight throbs through him, Micho says, "We must do this again and again and again."
"Oh, yes, yes!" I cry wildly.
The strength of my impulses, if not their vileness, carries me over the edge of bodily endurance, and my body arches up in ecstatic release. My fingers dig deeply into the lean flesh of Micho's velvety ass and with short, sharp thrusts I send my spunk surging into the boy.
I turn on my belly and leans over him to kiss his lips and eyes. My hands take possession of Micho's now well-fucked ass. His breathing almost back to normal, Micho says, "Andy, I've wanted to be loved for so long. I just knew it'd be like this."
"You're the only person who's ever - ever - fucked me that hard." Micho smiles, letting his fingers play in my coarse pubic hair, causing me to tense.
Yet again the two lovers are totally sated by their sexual acts. After each take a quick shower, they fall into bed, cuddled together in blissful satisfaction, to fall instantly into deep sleep.
To be continued? I don't know yet. If I get sufficient encouragement
I might write some more of their adventures.
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