Upon the return to the UK from the trip to Gibraltar, and the tour of the Mediterranean Sea, Adam had left the ship as he had been aboard for just this one voyage and I wondered when I would see him again. This was in the days prior to mobile phones, internet and emails and so the only contact you really had back then was the old snail mail and telegrams and that made life much more difficult when it came to keeping in touch.
When Adam got to his next base, he sent me a letter containing a telephone number. It was not long before we had arranged to meet up in the anonymity of London for a weekend of fun.
We booked a double room at a hotel near Paddington station (two beds to belay any suspicions; Morecombe and Wise may have been able to get away with sharing a double bed back then, but not real, everyday men). I was the first to arrive as my ship was based in Portsmouth which is not really that far away from London and certainly much closer than Plymouth where Adam was now based.
I was in the hotel bar having a drink when I saw Adam arrive. I went out to greet him at the reception desk and after all the formalities were done, I accompanied him to our room.
As soon as we were behind the closed and locked door of our room, we embraced, saying how good it was to see each other again, as it had been six months since our last encounter. Adam said that he was a little tired from the journey and he decided he would take a shower, and, of course I was more than happy to get my kit off and join him for a bit of fun in there.
We began by soaping each other up, paying special attention to each others cocks which were growing harder by the second, rubbing the soap in, and up and down on each others shaft, before Adam dropped the soap and bent over to retrieve it. Of course you can imagine what came next on the agenda.
Yes, you guessed correctly I took hold of him by his hips and moving forward I placed my cock against his cute little hole. It was a little resistant at first; he had been a good boy and saved himself for me. With the lubrication provided by the soap, a determined push sent me, with a sigh of pleasure from him, deep inside his body.
As the warm water cascaded over us and I pumped his sweet rear end, he began to masturbate himself, increasing his enjoyment two fold. It was not long before we were both shooting our loads, him onto the shower floor and me in his tight little perfect ass.
We exited the shower and dried each other off, laughing and joking the whole time. We then rested for a while in each others arms as later that night we had made our plans to hit Soho. We thought we would be there until the early hours of the morning, after all it was a Friday, and we had a whole weekend ahead of us for playing our sexual games.
We woke up at about seven pm. Getting up, we dressed and headed out on the town, not knowing what the night would bring but determined to have fun. As we headed into Soho I saw a sign that I recognised for a club called Madam JoJo’s. I had been in there before as my brother had worked in it at one time and I knew it was a gay club.
It had great transvestite shows and a very friendly atmosphere (I had once met a girl in there, yes a real girl, who was a dancer with the Royal Ballet, and we had been romantically linked for about three months). Adam was a bit reluctant as he kept his attraction to males well hidden as did I, but I told him it would be OK, I assured him of the anonymity of London and we went in.
We sat down at one of the tables and a nice waitress, who was in fact a pretty lad in a dress, came over and asked what we would like and we ordered a couple of rum and blacks. It was still pretty early but there were a few nice guys in there. They were mostly about ten to twenty years older than Adam and I. Age was not something that really bothered me as long as a person was attractive and had a good personality, but I did wonder what Adam was thinking.
It was not too long before the regulars started to come in and the tables began to fill up. A couple came in and asked if we would mind sharing our table with them. Adam and I being friendly people said they were more than welcome to do so. One of them was obviously a male, and his name was Paul. He was about 30 years of age, whilst the other was at first glance, a female in a nice dress with an obviously lovely pair of breasts on her. We soon found out that Gary was in fact a pre-op transsexual; he had been receiving treatment abroad to become a woman, as such treatments in those days were not readily available on the NHS.
We shared a lot of jokes between us and got on really well with Paul and Gary, and when we ordered food, Paul, who apparently was quite well off and high up in the business world, insisted, despite our objections, on paying for the meal. We watched an amazing drag show; it was something that Adam had not seen before, and so that was a new experience for him, which he enjoyed enormously.
Paul asked us if we would like to move on somewhere else; we readily accepted this invitation. We went to a gay bar down the road frequented by many of the theatre types, including a couple of famous faces. We were enjoying our drinks in there, and the atmosphere was just perfect with none of the usual hassle you get in your average London pub.
Everyone was just so friendly, well, except for one old queen, who’s younger boyfriend was talking to another guy. The jealousy and rage was palpable on the old queen’s face.
By this time, it was now well past midnight and Adam and I were eager to get back to the hotel for some good hard sex. We told Gary and Paul that it was time we made our move, Paul responded by inviting us back to his place which was actually in one of the most exclusive areas of Londons Mayfair. How could two young sailors turn down something like that?
We got a taxi, and it was not long before we were in Paul’s palatial home. It had its own swimming pool in one of its cellars, whose walls were covered in murals akin to the erotic scenes you see on the old Greek vases; it had obviously cost a lot of money. There was also a steam room and a sauna, and it was not long before we were all naked and enjoying the heady atmosphere that the steam room offered. It was quite misty and as I sat there I felt someone reaching out for my cock, and taking it into their mouth. As I reached down, I felt those perfect, made just for him, breasts that Gary had, and I wondered what his cock would be like.