Life here in South London is quiet just now and especially so since we are having the coldest, dampest summer that anyone can remember. Lately I had bought a computer, which I named 'John', and had been using a bulletin board on the Internet to chat to other people and extend my circle of friends. Planet Patrol is the name of the board and the members are called Planeteers? I sat down at my computer and switched on the electric supply. Then as it booted up I thought about the few members I knew who might be on-line tonight until the beeps and messages informed me that I was connected

As I usually do I first went to my mail box. There was a letter from a dating service that required no reply and a short note from another member asking for more information. I scribbled of a reply to that and posted it before leaving my mail box.

Back at the icons on the desktop I clicked my mouse on 'Lonely Planet. This is an area where members can chat in public or go and have a private chat with each other while they are on-line. From the drop down menu I chose 'who's on-line' and saw there were three others there too. First there was Mark so I double clicked my mouse button and pulled up his résumé to read something about him. Then I looked at the other two in turn before going into the chat room. I called and invited Mark for a chat just to pass the time and keep in touch with other Planeteers.

Angus : Mark

MARK ANDREW: hi

Angus: Mark chatting is a novel idea for you but it seems true. How are you?

Angus: I take it you were reading what Ant'ny and me were saying the other night the other night Mark

MARK ANDREW: Fine thank you and your self?

Angus: Very happy and content TA.

MARK ANDREW: no the new York voice

Neil Watson: hi there Angus

Neil Watson: how are things with you

Angus: Mark I did not savvy your last mark

Angus: Fine and happy Neil. how are u in E London

MARK ANDREW: its a free paper

Angus: It did not cum in MY letter box free or not

Neil Watson: what didn't cum?

MARK ANDREW: no you had to be there

Angus: a free paper that Mark wrote of

Angus: Are you having a one sided conversation with someone. MARK?

MARK ANDREW: only you

Angus: then you were making no sense to me sorry I may be thick

Angus: Where do you live Mark

Angus: are you in London or what?

MARK ANDREW: up north as they say

Angus: Geordie land?

Angus: or My land Scotland

MARK ANDREW: no yorkshire

Angus: i c

MARK ANDREW: so what you been up to Angus: we have members all over the land then

MARK ANDREW: its seams that way where are you then

Angus: In South London

MARK ANDREW: Really where abouts

Angus: Penge. Know it?

MARK ANDREW: No

After a short while but before I finished talking with Mark another planeteer, Ant'ny Evans invited me to chat.

I had went and read from his résumé. He had no picture there but was a 20 something year old from West London with a telephone number printed in a RED script. I guessed from the number it was in all probability a Mobile. I chatted to him for a while about this and that just sussing out how far I could go with the guy. In this way we are able to gauge the people to whom we chat. I am very open and forward in my on-line chat. I have heard that I am nick named 'the mouth from the south' by some planeteers.

ANT'NY EVANS: hi Angus

Angus: hi nice to see a few people to chat to. How r u?

ANT'NY EVANS: how are things with you

ANT'NY EVANS: not bad

Angus: boring and dull

ANT'NY EVANS: why so dull?

Angus: Just a bit bored at the moment. You've cheered me up already though.

ANT'NY EVANS: Go some where nice

Angus: i was wondering whether to go out tonight

Here we chatted for some time about the options and possibilities of clubs etc.

Angus: But really I am happy doing nothing and to just relax

ANT'NY EVANS: hmmmm

Angus: what r u doing?

ANT'NY EVANS: me? nothing really stay in and relax

 

While I read this I looked at my watch and found it was eight thirty five and the sun was setting. So after a fleeting mental calculation I replied.

Angus: so we may as well do that together as apart.

ANT'NY EVANS: How do you mean?

Angus: Well from your nearest tube station to Victoria Stn would take u how long?

ANT'NY EVANS: about 20 mins why?

Angus: You're doing nothing. I'm doing nothing. If we do nothing together we will have a much better time .

I explained that if I were to catch the eleven minutes past nine train from here I could be at his door in less than an hour. He replied with an excuse that I might not like him. He has no photo in his résumé and when I told him to look at mine he said he could not download it. However nothing ventured nothing gained I thought to myself .......I told him to browse for a few minutes. I quickly found the photo I was looking for on my hard drive and sent him a copy by email which he received almost as fast as I sent it. Aren't computers FAB?
I did not want to go all that distance and take all that time only to find that he was totally uninterested in me. I knew he had read my résumé which reads as follows:-

ABOUT: Scotsman, outgoing lively personality, living in London. UK

I am seeking friends for chat, for amusement and fun, for mail and for sexual experiences etc. I write stories which are read on another bulletin board.

Statistics are: 5'10" tall with 40" chest 33" waist and inside leg, a size ten shoe contains each foot. I look through blues eyes beneath my brown wavy hair. I appear sun-tanned and am good looking and clean shaven. My body has little hair and very soft skin. I am not gay-acting most people call me "straight-acting" a word I hate as I am not acting. I am for real. People just cannot usually tell if I am gay or straight and they don't think about it. I like it that way but there are drawbacks. I came from a wee village in the north of Scotland to the south of England. I've been living in London for some years now where I have a house and can easily accommodate an overnight guest or two.

I am sexually interested in men who are predominantly active. Age is not so important just a good build without an excess of beer- belly. He doesn't necessarily need to have a large dick though that's a bonus & that's OK, small dicks are exciting too. I do like a good dick to .....oo...oo I think it is important to give and have a good time. After all sex time is time off or play time. Away from home life and family. When I take an active roll I like slim 5'6" ish guys" and a sun-tanned or dark skin I find very attractive. I enjoy the differences of most nationalities and am non prejudicial about race. Sex is a recreation enjoyed by all people and I need my share.

Photography I enjoy and have been working from my home in South London since 1987. I take people photos in the main. Social, wedding, portraits, glamour, pussy, hard and/or soft cocks as and when required. I aim to give a good service and to please my clients.

I do not use the gay scene much but know it is there for me. I like GAY PRIDE and other festivals and events.

SEEKING: Fun, frolics, fucks, friendship, E-mail, voice mail, on- line chat and all sorts of good things I hope to find as a result of patrolling the Planet via the Internet.

But without the picture to back it up it is not that descriptive. The Gay scene is a very ageist place and as I am a little older than he I thought it prudent to reveal in the file. I asked for his description as he was the one who thought he might not be liked. He described himself to me and I persuaded him that his 5' 5" frame and 30 inch waist would be interesting for me as I rather like that boyish built kinda man. He told me he was from Guyana, had been in UK 17 years having come over with his family when he was a four year old. Wow! I thought to myself 21 years of pure virile manhood to explore unless he turned out to be very ugly or anti me or something.

Eventually I had assured him that it was an all but certain and much more than very likely that I would like him. So on that note we agreed the meet. Ant'ny wanted to chat on which I took to be a good omen and told him if I was to catch the train I needed to log off and go. I closed down the open files and switched off the computer feeling very uplifted. I had started with a computer and a potentially routine evening and transformed it into an exciting adventure.

Well let me introduce myself. I'm Ant'ny, the geyser you've been reading about. Just thought I should have a little input as it is my life; it's my story too. But I want a little background for you so here goes. I started on Planet Patrol in April and had my doubts about the whole thing. Well come on, on-line chats, bulletin boards etc. sounded very boring indeed and maybe not my kind of thing, but I thought I should at least give it a try now I have the discs. So I reached in my bag and pulled out two long smooth white envelopes which contained the two discs for installing the program software onto the hard disc in my computer. As I put them in I was wondering how much this service was likely to cost me. I had it on free trial so I would have to wait and see how much time I spent on line and how my telephone bill responded. Anyway, I could always delete it if I did not want to keep it. A half hour later once it was installed I was on-line and I was given a Mail box; in which, about ten minutes later I received mail. I clicked on the Mail box and a message saying Welcome to Planet Patrol and telling me how much I would have to pay and the details of the service offered.

Sitting facing the engine on the journey north I pondered what I had done. The man had seemed so straightforward and friendly yet I felt there was something more there. The indecisiveness he showed by the things he said. He was very young of course and perhaps that accounted for it. I was a little apprehensive too about meeting a total stranger in a public place like a tube station entrance. When I am not in control I feel uncomfortable and in this situation My designated escort for the evening was well in control. He could visit the station and decide to leave again without speaking if he felt like it. I had to wait to be contacted or give up waiting. The train pulled into the platform and the doors opened allowing the passengers to emerge onto the platform. I too stepped out and joined the flow of people leaving. I went to the underground and waited for three minutes on a very crowded platform for a circle line train to arrive to take me to Bayswater Station where I would alight and use the telephone number Ant'ny had given me.

Well! If I may interrupt again. Yeh it's me Ant'ny. As I was saying about Planet Patrol I liked it and by about a month and a half later I had made myself noticed in many ways. I made lots of new friends and even met a few people off-line which in some cases included sex. One evening while at work I decided to go on-line and check what mail was sent to me. I found I had received three letters, one from James a friend in Scotland and two others with some attached files which I downloaded. I had just finished downloading these when I was asked to chat by a guy called Angus. I thought why not have a quick chat while I'm here? I pressed Accept and joined the chat.

Angus and Neil were chatting when I entered the room. We all chatted for a while then Neil left the chat. Angus suggested we spend the night together. He wanted me to show him around Bayswater. I thought I did not know what he looks like or how old he was. For all I knew he was an axe murderer wanted for first degree murder or something. Well! So, I was a bit paranoid. I took a brief look at his résumé. Anyway we continued chatting and he sent me a picture of himself via the Internet. I immediately downloaded it and then looked at it. I thought to myself "Hmmmm not bad" then I got back on-line and told him he was quite nice.
He typed "Well shall I come down then?"

"Well." I typed back "you might not like me!" I imagine he laughed at the moment. That is the only problem with typing on-line, you have to imagine what the other person is doing. Are they really interested or are they just mucking around with others on-line? So he requested to find out how long it would take from Victoria to Bayswater.

"Around 15 mins " I typed back. He then asked for a number he could call. I then thought to myself "Shit he is serious" and gave him the number of a friends flat where, if he turned up, we would go there and drink and chat. I was not in the mood for any sexual contact that evening. So I tried to get myself together. We said "Goodbye" to each other and switched off our computers.

Rocking back and forth to the motion of the train as it travelled westward through the tunnels I felt relaxed. I had little idea what to expect of this man. He'd said he was going to take me to a friends flat if I wanted to sit and chat. He'd gone to tidy it up as he told me it was usually in a mess. I passed the time examining the other passengers in the compartment. A mix of people each adorned differently to the next. The woman sitting opposite me was wearing a huge red hat that should have had a carriage to itself. The wide brim extending some eight inches out from the crown in all directions but folded up at the front. There was swathes of fine net effervescing from the broad black band that appeared to hold the item together and ended in frills all around the back and sides. The face beneath was nondescript until she caught me eye as I watched her.

The disdainful expression and the lift of the chin told me a lot about the lady. I looked away. My curiosity aroused I surreptitiously looked back in her direction and came face to face with her eyes looking directly into mine as though searching my soul. " You don't have to like it but I adore it, dahling." The lady uttered in a husky drawl that had no discernible accent but was loaded with sexual overtones. Here she paused for effect, then continued in a voice an octave higher in tone and totally dismissive in expression "So why don't you fill your empty fuckin' head with something fuckin' else?" And so saying she swung her body and knees to one side as if to emphasise the dismissal.

Shortly afterward the train pulled in to Bayswater station and I alighted. The woman in the red hat alighted also and nearly bumped into me as her heel caught in the door opening. I gave her the dismissive look she so rightly deserved and meandered away toward the stairs and the exit. It was now nine forty and the station concourse was still very busy with tourists and residents coming and leaving. Outside the station I found four telephone kiosks and all very busy. I noticed that two were the modern type that only accepted prepaid and credit cards while the other two were cash phones. I carry in my head the numbers of my telephone account charge card and so may use either type when available, so I was waiting for the first one to come free.

Thinking of Angus and the date I now had to go on I rushed from work straight to the Tube Station and got the next train to Queensway where then I ran to the flat to try to tidy a place I'd never even untidied. I had just got the chairs cleared when the phone started to ring.

"Shit" I said as I picked up the phone. "Hello." I called into the mouthpiece.

"Hi." came a voice "Angus here."

"Where are you ?" I asked still trying to tidy up while talking on the phone.

"Bayswater Station. How long will you be?" he asked.

"Oh! Around five minutes." I said. I paused and thought to myself maybe I should have said ten minutes then I could have tidied up a bit more.

But then I said "Five!" I'd better get down there then.

"I'm wearing" he began and went on to describe his clothes finishing "just in case you don't recognise me from the photo." I tried to picture him in this gear but lost the picture. So I replaced the receiver and ran down to the station.

I did not have to wait long and was soon inside the booth of the cash phone that had become vacant first. I wondered if he would answer quickly and how long it would take him to come to me. Putting my finger against the buttons I punched out one four four to connect me to the charge card facility. The deep female voice answered and I keyed in all the numbers and waited while the phone in his friends apartment rang and rang. My patience paid of and I heard Ant'ny speak "Hello" in that friendly tone he'd used when we spoke earlier.

"Hello " I replied and waited.

"Where are you now?" he asked.

"I'm in the telephone box outside Bayswater Station." I told him. "How long will it be before you get down here?" I enquired. as I watched the people walk by.

"OH, I'll be there within five minutes. Just wait outside the station where you are." he told me in a matter of fact concise way.

"OK I'm wearing a brown leather Jacket and charcoal jeans in case you have difficulty recognising me from the photo." I told him. We said goodbye and we hung up.

I wandered up the pavement to browse at the shop windows while I waited for Ant'ny. The area was very much an eating place. There were many restaurants of many different nationalities along each side of the street. They were busy with few vacancies and the varied aromas that greeted my nose as I passed each one made me feel in a heightened holiday mood. The time passed as I browsed and I decided it was time to head back toward he station. As I was approaching I saw a short black man wearing spectacles with thick lenses stride purposefully toward the station.

When I reached the Tube station there was no-one in sight who met that description. I wondered why on earth people do this. I could be getting on with some work right now. I hung around for about five minutes. Then all of a sudden I saw this person cross over the pavement lighting a cigarette. I looked at the clothing and thought this must be him. I smiled and went over to shake his hand. He seemed pleased to see me, and at the time I hoped he really did. I did not think I was what he was expecting.

"So! What are we doing?" he asked after we greeted each other. I tried to distinguish his accent, it sounded sort of strange and at the same time interesting.

"I don't mind where we go." I answered.

Fleetingly I wondered if it was indeed Ant'ny. The build was right the age could have been from eighteen to twenty five and it would have fitted. I strode on toward the station entrance and when I was some eight yards away the man who I had been watching saw me and his face lit up in a big smile as he came directly towards me.

"Hi " we each spoke at the same time as we surveyed each other. He must have liked what he saw for the smile broadened and we introduced ourselves to each other in a semi formal manner.

Ant'ny asked me what I would like to do or where to go. "Well this is your area so you suggest somewhere. I am the tourist on a night out" I smiled and laughed as I spoke.

Ant'ny turned out to be a carefree happy person as far as I could tell and he was polite and friendly. He quietly answered "I don't mind where we go." and continued by telling me "There is a bar further down and an off licence across the road just there." he pointed to the shop on the other side of the road just a little way down to our left. "We can go back to my friend's flat if you just want to sit and chat."

I thought about that for a minute and said "OK let's go back to the flat. Shall we get some beer or something to drink?" I asked his advice. "Yeh sure " came the reply from the dark skinned smiling face by my side.

Walking toward the off licence I remember thinking it was going to be a good night with interesting chat as I had already discovered the amusing side of Ant'ny in this short time. I thought it likely that he would not fancy me and so I made no plans for sexual overtures.

In the off licence I enquired. whether we should buy beer or wine and Ant'ny elected for wine. I chose a dry white Chardonnay and asked his opinion. When he immediately agreed I purchased it. While waiting for the purchase to register through the shops computers I asked "Ant'ny, do you have a corkscrew in the flat?" "Of course there's a corkscrew what a strange question" he replied rapidly. "Oh you would be surprised then to know I have too often found myself in a flat with no corkscrew. I have had to use screwdrivers, knives, pens and on one occasion we had to break the neck of the bottle and filter the wine for glass. So the question is very valid to me." I explained and we left the shop laughing and feeling happy. On the busy pavement outside Ant'ny turned left and I followed him.

"How far away is the flat as you were at the station very quickly after I rang you?" I asked as we strode at a fairly swift gait.

"Just a few minutes but I haven't had a chance to clear it up and he (meaning his friend) is a messy person he never tidies his place." Ant'ny volunteered.

"That's no problem. As long as there is a place for us to sit and chat and enjoy the evening I have simple taste. Very catholic in my taste in fact." I ended.

"Yes there is place to sit it is not that bad" he told me as we turned a corner to our left and headed across the intersecting street toward some blocks of flats.

Chatting as we walked along the street I thought about what had taken place and the long decision of beer or wine at the off licence. I thought maybe this is a nice guy. As we walked down towards the flat I warned him that it was a little untidy and that I did not have enough time to tidy it up. He said he did not mind as he came to see me not the flat. I was quite chuffed and got my keys out....ready to open the door of the flat.

As we went in I took him to the living room and gave him a seat to sit on. We chatted for a short while then I went to get the corkscrew.

We chatted as friends do in getting to know something about each other as we travelled between the blocks, eventually ending up outside a ground floor flat door. Ant'ny used his keys and opened the door for me to enter. The hallway was dimly lit by the street lamps outside shining their light through the uncovered windows and moved forward stopping after I judged he has enough room to enter and close the door behind him. I heard him lock the door and tell me to move on straight through and take the door on the left. The hallway was decorated in cream paint and was some twelve feet long. Turning to my left at the end I entered the sitting room. Around the sides of the room was littered with newspapers and various bits and pieces scattered or placed. I had seen worse, though not often.

Ant'ny followed me into the room and told me to make myself comfortable. "I am sorry about the state of the place but it is how he lives" He leaned against the door frame as he spoke and his face was very expressive as he gesticulated and waved his hand in the general direction of the room perimeter. " If you had been longer it would have been tidier." he finished and laughed as he straightened up.

" I did not come to inspect your mates bed-sit." I told him adding " I came here to do nothing with you remember." I laughed at the irony of it. "Now we have a bottle of wine and two chairs that are looking comfortable so we can sure as hell make the most of it."

"OK. let me find a corkscrew." he turned and left for the kitchen. I sat down on a low grey easy chair and relaxed into the comfort and the mystery of the evening while I listened to that handsome man search through cupboards and drawers in his efforts. After a few minutes I rose and walked the short distance to the kitchen and asked "Do you need any help?"

To this he replied "No I'm looking for that corkscrew." He watched me as he spoke and must have divined a look in my eye for he added "There is definitely a corkscrew here I saw it tonight." he smiled and his eyes sparkled as he spoke. The look of a boy who believes it will all go well and the eyes shouting 'trust me'.

"OK" I said turning back toward the sitting room.

I searched frantically for the corkscrew but could not find it. I was thinking to myself that he must think that I was really disorganised. Then he came up behind me and produced the corkscrew. he smiled as he told me it was on the coffee table. Was it to hide a laugh or just a friendly gesture? I got the wine glasses and opened the wine. I sat down and we chatted about all sorts of stuff for a while.

Upon entering the room I looked at the coffee table. It had been placed between and before the two chairs which were sitting on the carpet and inclined to each other with an opening leading to the coffee table between them. Lying there was a magazine, and protruding from under one edge of it I saw the white shape of the bottle opener end of what I assumed could only be the missing corkscrew. I leaned forward and slid the instrument out and turning back toward the kitchen and Ant'ny I held it aloft.

"It this the one you seek?" I asked him.

"Sure that's it. Where did you find it?" he asked. I explained and he set about opening the wine and setting glasses for us.

That done we both sat in a chair and put ourselves at ease with each other in the form of small chat. I discovered a happy contented person who was excitedly about to map his life before him. He has options to allow his career to go in different directions just now and is unsure which path will be the best to follow. On asking about his work I discovered that he was helping a business man who was launching a Gay to Said business directory. He told me he was not being paid for the work but as recompense he would be able to have a page free in the Directory to place an advert or adverts of his choice.

"Do you know a chap called Tony Waist?" I asked. "He works there also and is Guyanese as well."

"Yes I know Tony." he told me "he's like" he hesitated to find the word, "my best friend. Do you know him?" he enquired.

"I have never met him but I have spoken to him on the phone as he was trying to help me sort out my Netscape™ the other night." I took a long drink from my wine glass which had by now been topped up. I leaned back as I remembered the friendly chats and conversations I had had that night with Tony on the telephone. They were both from Guyana and so sounded the same on the phone. The same way of putting things and the same sense of humour. Seems the Guyanese guys are a fun lot of 'good to be with' people I thought to myself.

It turned out that he had known that Tony had helped some guy with a Netscape™ problem but he did not know who it was. We chatted about my problem with Netscape™ and my eventual solution which was to get and install a new copy. I asked Ant'ny for permission to smoke as he was a non smoker himself. He told me where to find an ashtray and I built and lit a spliff as we continued the conversation. The evening had been cold and now the room was over hot with the central heating so I got up and opened a window while Ant'ny got rid of his excess liquids in the loo.

"I was a bit hot so opened a window. Is that OK?" I asked on his return.

"Sure that's OK. Maybe I should turn the heating down a bit now." He offered.

" Well I expect it will get cooler later again so.....if you want" I finished rather lamely.

He didn't bother to adjust it and sat down facing me across the coffee table. Up to this point we had made no physical contact save the initial handshake on introduction. I wanted to touch him but I did not want to do anything about it. I just sat there and asked him if he knew Tony's friend Alan whom he had been dating. His face dropped and a look of surprise came over it. He recovered quickly and smiled.

"You mean Alan from Clapham" he asked to gain time.

"The very same." I told him. "You do know him then?" I persisted.

"No I don't know him. He is a friend of Tony's." he told me.
Of course I did not know how much Tony might have told Ant'ny but I had what I knew from Alan. I continued suggesting, "Understanding from what Alan said to me Tony is like a sort of paramour then?"

"Well I guess you could say that. They have met a few times but I don't think Tony is that interested." Ant'ny said. "How come you know so much about it?" he finished.

" I don't know much about it. That is why I was asking you. I know Alan is fond of him and hopes to continue seeing him." I offered.

" So how come you know Alan?"

"Well I was on-line with Planet one night and I was chatting to him. He mention something about a picture and I told him I was seeking access to a scanner. I asked him if he had one. Well he did and he said I should come and try it out whenever I wanted to and so we met shortly afterwards. While getting to know him I asked him about meeting with other planeteers and we chatted about that till I told him about my Netscape™ and how Tony had been so helpful to me. . That's how Tony's name came up and I was very interested to learn about Alan's meeting with him.

At about this time after we had been talking for a while I needed the lavatory so I excused myself and went to pass water. Then just as soon as I got back he went into the toilet and I thought to myself that I was boring this poor guy to death and maybe he wanted to go home. When he came back we started talking about his family and Belize and about his father. One thing I noticed was that while time passed every time he went to the loo one more button on his fly would be undone so eventually I could see right inside his trousers. He wore red boxer shorts in which was a slight gap where I could see his personal area. We carried on talking about this and that until we finished the bottle of wine.

 

I offered to open a new fresh bottle and Angus said "Excellent idea." as he drained his glass. The evening wore on and after we had been talking for four hours I went to the kitchen with the empty bottles and glasses he followed me shortly afterwards. As I placed the empties down he cuddled me from behind and I turned my head and then we kissed. We went back to the living room I started to clear more stuff when he asked if he should think about transport to get home or could he stay. First I looked at the clock and it was around half past two. I said "Yes sure, but it is only a single bed that is the problem?" leaving the question hanging.

"No problem at all." he said. I then had this strange feeling come over me. I just wanted to hide as I felt really shy at that precise moment. We then started to undress and I was first in the bed so I watched Iain undress and told him he would have the wall side as he climbed over me into the bed.

The 3' single bed looked big and comfortable enough for us both and so as I clambered over Ant'ny. I settled down lying next to the wall and had not got into the bed properly before Ant'ny had his arms around me making me feel welcome, warm and wanted. I'd had a most enjoyable evening so far. There had been lots of interesting things brought up in the time we had spent together and now I was to see the physical side of this man. We faced each other and he kissed me more passionately than before. I felt the warmth of his body next to mine.

 

For the first time I was able to look at his nakedness in detail. I had seen him getting undressed and noticed that he was very slim and very hairy on places while having little or no hair on others. His dick though flaccid hung like s stallion's between his legs. I had never gone to bed with a man or boy who had a dick that size before. To say I was impressed would not overstate the case. Now that I was lying beside him I felt the length of his cock harden against my stomach and alongside my own cock. Ant'ny's arms clung round my body hugging me close. His lips nibbled at my ear and I nuzzled his neck. We spent time exploring each other's bodies and enjoying what we found. Usually I do not like a moustache when I kiss but Ant'ny's was so soft that I mentioned it to him.

"I've never shaved there at all." he told me adding "so it is just the original soft bum fluff grown long. I just trim the ends to my lip." he finished pointing to his upper lip.

"Well it is soft and just a little ticklish." I smiled at him as I spoke. "I like the sensuous touch of it against my nose." I concluded and kissed his mouth.

We kissed deeply and our tongues made journeys of exploration into the dark wet caverns of warmth that lay there. Our teeth knocked together a few times as we learned each others rhythm and breathing patterns.

Leaning on my left elbow I raised my head so that I could survey the body at my side. The feet were narrow and had long toes. Long well shaped legs that were covered in a fine black downy hair led up to well defined thighs and then a forest of black soft curly hair around the pubic region. Above a pair of conventional sized balls stood this monstrous phallus that almost covered his belly. I reached down with my right hand and stroked his thigh. Ant'ny took his arm and turned my head toward him to kiss again. I responded with fiery passion and enjoyed the kisses and caresses that were reigned upon me. Coming up for air I looked down toward his chest and found it to be smooth and with very little hair. The brown nipples were flat so I drew my hand up from his thigh and touched a nipple.

The movement he made with his muscles tensing, the mouth opening into a wide grin and his eyes lighting up told me I had hit gold. He loved me playing and twisting with his nipples. His body writhed against mine, he hugged me close, he kissed my mouth and I tweaked and squeezed and made love with this man. This was my idea of having a good time. Ant'ny pushed my head down his body till it lay on his chest. As soon as I arrived I took his nipple into my mouth. I sucked on a large area that reduced in size as I pulled my mouth away keeping up the vacuum pressure and as there was little flesh left I clenched my teeth on the nipple and held it there for a moment before its final release. Ant'ny loved this and his lithe body squirmed against mine and excited me.

I nuzzled down to his navel and buried my nose in the hairy around his belly button. I kissed the button and immediately came against the end of his prick so long it lay by his belly button. I gave the prick head a sweeping lick in passing with my wet tongue, just to savour it, and then took myself up to the top again. We hungrily kissed and hugged each other. Our cocks were crossed over each other as we lay there belly to belly. This very position allowed a pressing of our manhood against each other that I was finding exhilarating and mightily pleasurable. In each thrust toward each other there was a feeling of fulfilment in the gut and in the brain a secure tranquillity that seemed out of all proportion to the physical activity that was taking place. I do not know what Ant'ny was doing to me. The closeness of the body, the slim waist, the smooth skin all lent something to the moment. His laughing eyes and happy disposition allowed me to relax and feel at ease.

Ant'ny rolled me over on my back and started to suck my chest as though making love bites. I do not like love bites. "Don't leave any marks nuh!" I half whispered. Ant'ny looked at me and giving me a wicked smile assured me he had no intention of doing. I was not sure whether or not to believe him. I gave him the benefit of the doubt and intended to keep a weather eye open....as it were.

Taking my right tit between his lips he began having a meal of it. He sucked it, he bit it, he manipulated it with his tongue, and he nibbled it from all angles. I was sexually heightened by this ravishing of the nipple. Expressing my appreciation by keeping my tongue in and around his ear, by nibbling and licking, while holding the close cropped cotton wool soft hair on his head, I murmured "Not so hard" and pushed his head away from that area. He went down on my cock and sucked it. I felt the warmth, then the wetness followed by the firmness of his lips as the tip of my cock entered the dark area. Excited by his mouth on my dick I pushed his body round. Taking care that we remain on what was a narrow bed and not end up on the floor I got our bodies into a position where I could complete the sixty nine position. That achieved I took the cock in my hand and found that I could only just close my thumb and middle finger around it.

I looked at the brown soft skin the could slip right over the head when required but usually lay clear. The round brown/pinkness of the head itself and the slit of the urethra. Well I thought to myself it's now or never and I licked my lips till there were very wet then launched my mouth at it.

Engaging the head was a novel experience. My launch did not clear the head as I had to reassess the situation when I found that I had let my tongue come back with his dick head. He was so large that I could not do other than withdraw. Never having had experience with a cock as large as this I had to learn how best to handle it while on the job. With the situation reviewed I made my second attempt. This time when his dick entered my mouth I let it slide over my tongue and very very slowly ease itself in toward my tonsils. I sucked on this as further down the bed he sucked on mine. Moments later Ant'ny moved his attentions to my bum area.

He swung himself round and positioned himself so that he was sitting on my belly. He put one hand behind him, down between my legs and as soon as he found it he put his finger in my hole. I loved that but it was very dry. I wet my fingers and lubricated my bum. Then I took Ant'ny's fingers in my mouth and wet them also before returning his hand to my buttocks. This time his finger slipped inside me and I felt the thrill rise from my prostrate to my tonsils like a huge bubble of gas. The weight of his body on my belly, the carpet of hair on his arse as his big dick lay along my chest, the wide open grin on the face looking down at me were all part of the magic of the moment. Had we been acting for the camera we could not have put on a better performance of two people having a good time.

 

We spent the next hour engaged in exciting foreplay. Exploring each others body and Ant'ny loved playing with my arse hole. He put his fingers in and added some lube as we kissed and sucked on each others tongues. His fingers inside me, his cock in my mouth, the heightened awareness from the wine and the spliff all came together to give me a memorable experience. Ant'ny's fingers had relaxed my arse hole as we moved about the bed from position to position. It was about and hour after we went to bed that I decided to ask him if he wanted to fuck me. "I don't mind" came the reply. If I had learned nothing else that evening I did learn that his favourite reply to all decisions was 'I don't mind'. I was anxious to know if I would be able to accommodate his cock with as I expected difficulty due to its hugeness.

When it was eventually lubricated and felt comfortable inside I relaxed and enjoyed the expressions on his face while he fucked me.

We tried different positions and various angles in each position. Inside my body I could feel the huge instrument plunge and withdraw time after time.

Ant'ny would smile and take his lower lip between his teeth as he sucked his breath in and enjoyed how my muscles milked his cock as it entered and exited from deep within me. Never totally withdrawing he turned me over onto my belly and then lay on me. Deep inside my arse I could feel the intense pressure of each thrust, felt the expansion as he tensed his muscles and felt the exquisite pain that has no description when he penetrated deeper than I had ever felt before.

"Get up on your knees." I was ordered as he put his hands on my waist and pulled me slowly backwards. Ant'ny went back on his haunches and I raised myself until I was on all fours doggie fashion with his still hanging out of me and kneeling with his warm thighs against my smooth receptive arse. Continuing to lever himself with his hands one on each of my hips he pushed and pulled with his long cock sliding in and out with each movement. I found this to be a comfortable position and was getting used to the rhythm when he changed angle and the thrust really hurt so much I almost lost contact. Ant'ny held on to my hips and would not allow me to moved away so far as to withdraw his penis from within me. At the stretch of his arms I stopped and gave forth a big sigh as I felt the relief at last.
"Sorry, I'm sorry." he whispered as he leaned over my back and laid his head on my upper spine. "Are you OK?" he continued.

"Yes." I replied. " You hurt me but it's OK now. Please go easy.."

"Sure I will." he said in a coarse whisper.

"Remember you are very large for me and I am not used to it." I flattened out on my stomach again with Ant'ny on top of me.

He fucked me gently like that for some time. His weight on my shoulders and thighs. I could feel from the deep penetrations that I was close to coming and as though he sensed this he rolled over. His hand around my belly took me with him and we ended up side by side. He took my cock in his hand and wanked me for a few moments then I came. He withdrew and within a few seconds had come over my back. We lay there and let the night engulf us in its dark mystery as we let our heart beats return to normal in preparation for the sleep that was to surely follow.

 

I woke at 0910 and after a sexual refresher during which I found that my chocolate rose was not up to more penetration. We make love at a much gentler pace than we had in the heat of the night. After much kissing and cuddling and holding each other close we managed to part.

We rose at 1030 and I took my leave soon after.

Walking up the road toward the tube station I slowly realised that my right tit was really sore. I pulled my shirt out at the chest to inspect the area then stopped in order to examine it more closely when I thought I saw a darkened patch. Sure enough he had badly bruised my breasts just around the nipple. The dark red marks where he had drawn the blood to the surface were, I later discovered his trademark and had earned him the nick name 'Bayswater Vampire'. I readjusted my shirt and walked on wondering how I had not noticed this happening at the time. Apart from my sore tit I sure had a real good time and felt very elated on the journey back to Penge.