This story is a long one and contains explicit sex panorama between an older man and young male child. If this disturbs you please do not learn further. While there is some amount of sex involved in the story it is not just something to get you hot. There is a deep layer to this story.

Liner.

Romance on the high Seas.

When the liner stopped at Manila and the gang of fleshy American tourist trooped down the gangway bearing their baggage, and as common talking at the top of their vox I was relieved. The trip from capital of Sri Lanka had not been up to my anticipation. I had booked the slip with visions of slim silky Asiatic boy in my mind, and had been overwhelmed by the crowd of fat centre aged American's that had been on instrument panel. The one cute Sri Lankan steward on the ship was called Romal and had turned out to be a paid Gigolo who was only interested in the dollars he could milk from the passenger, in particular the American's. He swung both elbow room and did not care if he serviced either male or females as long as a fistful of dollar came his way. I was still young enough to jib at the idea of paying for sex and yet not old enough to have reached the country of having to do so to guarantee suitable ship's company. I certainly had no intention of expenditure undecomposed money to provide some gigolo to British pound my ass, nor was I leave to pay him what he wanted to allow for me to use his body.

As the garish mathematical group of tourists sauntered down the gangplank, I stood leaning on the rail waiting with some excitement to see what the new reaching would be like, fervently hoping that there would be at least one or two hypothesis among them. The motley crowd that was now approaching the ship seemed to be fully made up of Asians. Leading the pack was a solid phalanx of Japanese business men, wearing almost identical suits with their photographic camera dangling from their necks, and faces wreathed in selfsame grinning. Close behind them came the Filipino, in kinsperson groups being shepherded by nervous looking fathers, all of them radiant as peacock in their obviously new clothes. One or two of the teenage boys in this lot looked interesting. But the most occupy one of all was dragging along at the track end of the bunch. He appeared to be a single boy who did not suffer any companion or parents in tow. My interest perked up immediately. He looked to be around 19 or 20, though as usual with Asiatic boy like this he could have been younger. He had the all-embracing cheekbones and clear up hairless face typical of the region. Unusual was the fact that he was alone and seemed to be carrying just a pocket-size duffel bag bag. No grip, no camera and no beaming grimace. He was dressed in a twosome of scruffy jeans and a silk shirt that looked as if it belonged with a tuxedo, rather than being casually paired with jeans. As he approached the railing he looked up at me. He had a rather dull pinched look about him and a forlorn expression on his typeface.

I had actually tipped the flight attendant to assure that I would not be forced to share my cabin with some ghastly Japanese stage business man or a small child from one of the Filipino crime syndicate. He had suspected my interest in gay sex and had, with a lewd wink, assured me he would see that I got a"worthy"companion for the rest of the journey to Sydney. He also indicated that he would be expecting me to cough up a decent amount of money if he got me the"right"sort of cabin teammate. Looking at the rank and file and file of the new reaching I idly wondered just who I would be sharing my cabin with over the next 10 day. I hoped it would be with somebody who was at least presentable if not good looking. And of course if it was someone whom I could get up to some"hanky panky"with, so often the better.

putting aside my apprehensions on these matters I went forward to look out with my usual fascination the process of leaving a harbour and heading out to sea. Watching the tug boats bury their ass almost into the water as they took up the consignment on the line and then sensing the monster beneath me begin to run never ceased to enthral me. Feeling the gang fight of the engines starting up and watching the curl of the bow wave cost increase higher as we got underway kept me riveted at the bow of the ship till almost sunset. I never ceased to be completely engrossed by the disappearing of land and the dateless aspect offered by the open ocean.

When I went down to my cabin to change for dinner I could see no evidence of any go companion. There was no luggage in the cabin and no mark of anyone having entered either. Wondering what was to transpirate I went to the dining room and was greeted at the threshold by Romal. The keeper had a smug feeling on his brass and while escorting me to my board informed me that he had allotted the second nonsensicality in my cabin to one of the two teen aged sons of the Philippine family who would be sharing the table with me. He told me I could *********** whichever of the boys that either took my fancy, or stirred my loins. He made the debut to the family who were already seated at the board and with a somewhat proprietary air announced that I would make the choice as to which of the 2 boy, who were in their late teens, would be sharing my cabin. During the course of dinner I studied both lads carefully. They were not very shy and were quite well verbalize and extremely civilized as are most Asian lads of that age. Though it was the younger of the two that was more outgoing I eventually decided that I may have a better hazard to lure the older one into playing some private consistency secret plan at night. When I announced my conclusion I thought I saw a look of disappointment on the vernal boys face.

During dinner I noticed that the ace boy I had seen earlier was seated with a group of 3 Japanese business men at an table not so far away from mine. He still had the dull listless expression on his side and seemed to be quite lost in his own existence. The Nipponese men at his table tried to include him in their inspire conversation but he was not very reactive and soon they were ignoring him completely. He left the hold over very soon, after picking at his food though hardly eating much. When I was taking my usual walk around the deck of cards after dinner again I noticed the boy sitting alone in a quiet turning point of the deck and began to question about him. But I did not trespass on his solitude and soon decided to go below. When I reached my cabin I found that the senior of the 2 boys who had been at the mesa was already inside and lying in the speed berth. As I had observer during dinner he was a pleasant looking boy and was now lolling at his simpleness dressed in only a distich of boxer shorts, and reading what appeared to be a comic ledger.

deciding that the undecomposed way to expose whether he would be amenable to some fun and frolic would be to let him"see"me as I was changing into my nighttime dress which was a similar duo of boxers, I started to remove my clothes and standing fully naked in front of the mirror proceeded to put on my shorts, managing to take a lot foresighted than common to do so to see he could have a good look at what I possessed. I could see from his musing that he was interested in what he saw and was gazing with rapt attention at my body. His tending was riveted on my penis and glob and he did not discover me watching him in the mirror. I could also see a movement in his boxershorts as his son of a bitch started to rise.



Turning away from the mirror I went and leaning against the hokum and put my handwriting directly on his semi hard cock. I got a reaction from him ... ... but it was not what I had expected. Without a auditory sensation of objection or refusal he simply let his comic book pearl over his face and lay perfectly still, though his cock rose to wax erection and was throbbing under my hand. I squeezed it slightly and felt him farm even harder. I lifted my other hired hand to his pectus and started to gently play with his nipples. The areolas were bombastic and of the terrific colour only found on Asian hoi polloi. Soon his nipples were also hard and standing light up. Lowering my sassing to his chest I started to suck them alternately. I explored his thighs and lowly belly and was soon kissing and licking his navel and the business line of amercement pubic hair that started on his breadbasket and disappeared into his boxers. Through all this, early than the throbbing of his stopcock and its extreme hardness, he made no sound or comment or motility. His hands were still holding the comic ledger over his side. Slipping both my arms beneath his body I lifted him and brought him down to lie on my place, and stretched myself alongside him. But when I tried to remove the laughable covering his face he made a damaging sound and firmly held it in place. Having had prior experience with many Asiatic boys I immediately understood he wanted the cabin luminosity turned off and was not unforced to look directly at my cheek or dead body in the light.

Only after I switched off the illumination and the cabin was plunged into darkness did he allow me to take away the playscript. In the total dark his restraint and prohibition were cast aside. He responded to my kisses and was soon exploring my body with his work force just as I was exploring his, allowing me to dig into his oral fissure with my glossa and then putting his tongue deep into my mouth. Very soon both of us were completely naked and with hard dickhead pressed on backbreaking prick we continued sucking and French kissing. He allowed me to actuate down till his turncock was in my mouthpiece and then slowly pivoted his body around so he could do the same to me. But when in my readiness to go farther I started to explore the fling of his ass and my finger was searching for his entry hole. He stopped sucking my cock and whispered in a barely audible voice,"Uncle ... Please Uncle ... No anal"Respecting his wishes I stopped myself and continued to enjoy the other pleasures offered by his lithe slim body and rooster. We very soon reached our windup and ejaculated in each former's mouthpiece. He then turned himself around again and lay succeeding to me with his question resting on my berm, his leg thrown over my thighs and his limp cock pressed to the side of my leg, my cock gripped in his hand. He was soon profligate asleep. I also dropped off to slumber well pleased by the alteration in my luck.

Very early the next morning, before it became bright, he slid from my bed and climbed up to his upper built in bed. I heard him moving around as he pulled on his clothes and then he got down and left the cabin. I saw him next at the table when I went for my breakfast. He barely looked up as I sat down and a red rosiness scatter across his face. Behaving in a very normal way I greeted the kin without paying any unseemly attending to the boys. I spoke to his parents and his pal and included him in some of the cosmopolitan remarks. I knew the situation. He was afraid and incertain about how I would comport after our flirting of the previous Nox and unwilling to attend at or look me. I was eventually able to get him alone in a corner of the deck of cards, though he had tried his best to ward off me, I told him that what we had done the previous Night was nothing to be shy or ashamed about, but was of course best kept to ourselves and not intimated to anyone else. As he understood that I was not going to broadcast our connection by my behaviour or my treatment of him he relaxed enough to reckon at me while I was speaking and the rosy colouring receded from his face.

I also told him I had enjoyed the experience and hoped he had as well. I also let him know that unless he was occupy in a repeat performance I would not demand it from him. He was eager enough to assent to having another session that Night. After dinner party the only divergence to the previous day's experience was that when I entered the cabin I found him already on my berth and wearing only his undies which clearly showed his land of foreplay. I enjoyed myself tasting and teasing him and was able-bodied to draw out the session for a much longer metre and we both achieved a number of ejaculations before we finally dozed off.

I spent much of the pursue day as I usually did, come together to the bow of the ship, watching the spread out sea and the dolphin jumping unmortgaged of the water before cris- crossing under the boat only to double their leaps of ecstasy. Towards the latter persona of the afternoon when most of the passengers were resting Romal the steward approached me. The look on his face was enough to differentiate me that he had discovered the fact that I had scored with my fellow passenger. Not wanting to deny it or to avert the issue I gave him the sum I had agreed to pay him for helping me. He had a smug grin on his fount when he asked me if I now wanted a alteration of cooperator. He then told me that I could call upon the new of the two brothers also if I was so inclined, as he had discovered the boy in a compromising res publica with one of the Jap business men during the morning and had told him he would keep it a secret if the boy would consent to sharing my cabin for a Nox or so. Apparently the boy was aegir and very willing to try out what I had to offer and it was he who had alerted Romal to the fact that I had seduced his elder brother, which he had discovered by observing his blood brother response to me over the 2 previous day and by questioning him about it. He also told Romal that he had been hoping that I would opt him to parcel my cabin and had been to the highest degree disappoint when I had picked his brother.

Seeking out the elder boy I asked if he objected to the proposed variety. Though knowing full well what would transpire, he quite readily agreed to allow his unseasoned brother to absorb my cabin that night. While having dinner I studied the younger boy. I soon came to the conclusion that he was actually the better looking of the 2 and from the way he kept looking at me and grinning he also conveyed his pursuit in what was going to bump between us later that night. My distrust were soon confirmed. He entered the cabin a few minutes after I did and without saying a word of honor locked the door. Unlike his elder sidekick he showed no signs of the usual Asiatic shyness and without troubling to swop off the lightness he stripped off his clothes and dropping then on the story came and stood in front man of me. His young and silky body was enticing. He had very just a small measure of pubic whisker that enhanced the forward jutting penis and nifty round balls that nestled close below. He climbed up on my lap and kneeling astride me started to shower candy kiss and lap on my human face and lips.

Then he slowly proceeded to divest me of all my wearing apparel, allowing me to do no more than raise my ass from the bunk so he could slip my pants and underwear from under me making as nude as he was. Again settling astride my lap his candy kiss soon had me getting aroused. He was much more loose than his elderberry bush blood brother and appeared to have absolutely no inhibitions. My pecker soon rose to a base and he settled himself astride me allowing it to slip between the soft small impudence of his ass and as it found the entree to his butt he pushed himself firmly downwards and surprisingly my hammer slid in without any need of lubricant. It was evident he was much more experienced than his brother and had no taciturnity to getting fucked. He then pushed me savorless on to my back and started to twit my stopcock with an unconstraint I had never encountered before in an Asian boy.

As he was rising and falling on the length of my cock I grasped his shit which was stiff as a panel and wanked him. We reached flood tide almost simultaneously and he shot his sticky boy's cum all over my chest and facial expression as my onus deposited itself mystifying in his hole. acerate leaf to say we did not kip much that night. He was young and eager to explore all I could designate and instruct him [ which was not very often ] But one office he had not experienced before was being fucked while he lay on his rear with his pegleg resting on my shoulder joint and his cute ass spread panoptic before me and to receive my cock pushed into him so deep that my pubic hair rubbed roughly against the skin around his kettle of fish. He unlike his elder pal was not shy to talk about his previous experiences and to admire the size and duration of my cock and its inclemency and the fact that I was able-bodied to get a rise almost as fast as he was after an ejaculation.

He told me his sidekick's reason for avoiding anal sex was that he was in"lie with"with another boy in their dwelling Ithiel Town and was"preserving"himself for that boy. He kept me company for the side by side 3 daytime of our voyage and often would drop off up to me during the day and with a wink ask me if I wanted to"claim a respite ”. Of class it was anything but a rest he had in creative thinker. By the end of the 4th day I think we both felt we had done everything any 2 people could do together in bed and were both quick for a change of gait and collaborator.

After we discussed this he happily ran off to regain Romal and see which of the Jap business men he could next seduce and to gain entering to that humankind cabin. He also told me his ambition was to log Z's with every available man he could before we reached Sydney.

I had been observing the lone boy I have mentioned earlier and though he seemed to be an extremely shy and diffident kind of boy his looking at were attractive and there was something very appealing about his woebegone expression and I asked Romal to arrange for him to be my adjacent cabin mate. I had absolutely no thought if I would find him to be an affable fellow traveller or if I could inveigle him into my bed but whatever the termination I decided that I wanted to find out more about him and why he was alone and why he continually looked so sad. That evening when I went down to the cabin to change for dinner I noticed that the boy's duffle bag bag was lying on the upper bunk though there was no sign of the lad himself. He was present at the dining table for dinner but hardly responded to any of the questions that the others put to him ... as they were speaking a Filipino dialect I could not sympathize what was being said but from the short responses the boy gave I gathered that he was not saying lots. I myself refrained from saying anything early than a"proficient evening"When I returned to the cabin after my usual after dinner walk of life around the ship's deck the boy was already there. He was lying on his berth staring at the ceiling and appeared lost in though.

Even though he was not very willing to respond my query I was able-bodied to drag some of his tarradiddle from him with slow up patient and simple questions. His name was Manuelle. He had lived in Manila from his parturition, and was now on his way to Sidney to get together a college after he had won a encyclopedism there. He was distressed at having to leave everything he had ever known and to have to go to a strange and new lieu. His family circumstances prevented any of his multitude from accompanying him and he was very apprehensive of what he would happen in Sydney. At that clock time I did not ready any opened extension to my grounds for having him as my cabin Paraguay tea for the relaxation of the voyage, nor did I indicate, that after seeing him at much closer range than I had in the past few days, was quite taken with his looks and that the desire to have him in my bed was getting impregnable by the minute of arc. After I had heard his story, during the telling of which he had got more relaxed and had started to reply more easily, I turned off all the twinkle and went to sleep.

It was well into the still watches of the Night that I was woken by a strait. It was the strait of somebody stifling his crying. I got up from my nonsensicality and turning on the dim blue Night twinkle in the cabin, saw that it was Manuelle who was crying. I poured him a shabu of water and giving it to him asked what the problem was. Eventually after a good deal hesitation he told me he was feeling very homesick and missing his brother and sis and family unit. How I got him to do it I do not sleep with, but I got him to come and sit side by side to me on my bunk and putting an arm around his berm told him not to worry too much.

At first he was steady and resisted my comforting him but then slowly relaxed enough to put his top dog on my shoulder joint though his body was still shaken from sentence to fourth dimension with his whoreson. We sat like that for quite some clock time and his weeping slowly came to a stop, though I could feel his unscathed eubstance was tense up and trembling. I got him to lie down next to me on my hokum and wrapped him in my arms. We dropped off to sleep lying like that with the blue night illumination still on. There was cypher intimate in our actions just one body taking comfort from the proximity of another. I woke the future morning to recover his head nestled on my shoulder, his arm across my chest and one of his branch thrown across my thighs. I could feel the whole of his slim slender bod pressed up close to my body. My feel were quite complex. I was still attracted to him and concerned to seduce him but there was also something so vulnerable and fragile about him that it created a protective instinct in me that wanted to wrap him up and celebrate him from being hurt in any way.

When he woke up and found himself pressed up to me like that he jumped up from the hokum and started to stammer out excuse. I calmed him down and told him it was not a problem. We spent much of that day inside the cabin talking and getting to hump about each other. At first it was not an well-fixed task to get him to talk about himself and he was especially shy when it came to his emotions and experiences, but as the day drew on he started to be much more open about his life. That night when we returned to the cabin after dinner it did not need much to carry him to come and lie down next to me. Strangely for me I never made any attempt to preface any sexual component part into our relationship and for the next 3 daytime and Nox our relationship was platonic and consisted of outlay much of the day together, chatting and learning many details about each former. The nights were spent in talking and then sleeping together in one bunk with him lying cradled in my subdivision. Eventually I did tell him about my sexuality and liking for male child but also made it quite percipient that I would not make any need for sex or expect him to do anything he was not interested in.

After I had told him this I quite expected him to avoid sharing my bed that night but was astonished when he himself came and lay down beside me after he had turned off the cabin Light Within including the blue Nox light that had been kept on for the late few nights. As the duskiness settled around us he hesitatingly told me that as that would be the last Night that we would be together he was willing to let me use his body as I wished, as a quittance for my kindness towards him. Surprising myself despite my desire to research his eubstance I told him that I was not interested in such an transcription. I was attracted to him and would have enjoyed having sex with him, but that it should be, that he wanted to do it, because he liked me and not to pay back me for just a simple act of kindness. Lying next to me in the darkness he seemed to find more secure and began to speak about his arrest of reaching Sydney the next day and of what he was to do. His doubtfulness about being able to find oneself adjustment and of what would be facing him in the college. When we eventually dropped off to kip he was still comfortably wrapped in my sleeve and as on the previous 3 nights slept through the Night without any signal of the 1st night's homesickness or angst.

It was after we woke the next morning and having finished breakfast returned to the cabin to load down our belongings in anticipation of the landing at Sydney that I began to initiate the thought that had been germinating in my brain from the old dark. I had learnt that the college Manuelle was to look was very close to my place of business and in the area I had been allotted a ship's company flat. Though I was alone the flat allotted to me was a 2 bedroom one. So I proposed that instead of him occupying a elbow room in the college or trying to discover domiciliation or staying as a paying guest in some rooming planetary house he could derive and share my flat till he was settled in the college and had found his way around Sydney. Of course I made it quite gain to him that I would not anticipate to receive any intimate favours from him in return for this. Our placement would allow him to feel secure as he would own me around in the evenings and since he was now somewhat companion with me he would not feel so alone or become too homesick. I expected him to hesitate or record some house of his earlier aloofness, but as I made the proposal, I saw his cheek and mood lighten and for the first metre since I had laid eyes on him 10 days previously I saw a big smile spread across his face. Throwing his weapon around me he hugged me close and said he would be only too happy to descend and delay with me in the flat.

It was past 6 pm when the ship berthed and when the landing formality were over we were almost the 1st 1 to disembark, catching a cab we went directly to the flavorless. Getting the keys from the building super we let ourselves in. It was a pleasant east facing savourless and from the balcony in the strawman we had a nice purview of the beach dappled with the shadows of the construction thrown there by the setting sun. On the right on side there was a heavy bedroom also facing east, with French windows that opened to a discriminate balcony and a slightly low bedroom on the left field side of the sitting room. I offered to let Manuelle use the turgid room as his need of space to celebrate his record etc was to a greater extent than mine. But he said he would prefer to have the minuscule elbow room and was soon officious unpacking his merger belongings in it. I unpacked my stuff and nonsense in the master bedroom and flopped down on the spacious bed and without meaning to, was soon go asleep. It was well after midnight when I awoke to receive that I was not alone. Manuelle was lying next to me with his arms around me and his solid slim body pressed to the duration of my own. It was quite a comrade whizz since we had spent the last 4 night sleeping in somewhat the Lapp manner, thought the bed in the flat was great and broad with plenty of room unlike the built in bed on the ship.

Next morning it was quite early when the pearly ignitor of the rising sun coming through the undefendable window roused me from my slumber. Manuelle was still lying future to me though now it was my arms wrapped around his trunk and his pert arse pressed back into my crotch. Over the next few days and weeks this became the spot we almost always woke up in. I would come place from the function to find Manuelle deep in his sketch. We would either fake ourselves a meal or go out for dinner and descend back to the prostrate. I would record for a time and he would study or we would sit together and gossip about our day. I would usually go to bed before he would and when he had finished his field of study he would slip into my bed and public press against me. It was a pleasant sensory faculty but still without any phase of sexual turmoil. For me to be in bed with a nubile younker and yet not to desire a sexual release was something I had not yet experienced in my aliveness

This Platonic kind relationship was something very unusual for me. I was more wonted to having sex than doing without it. But for some reason I did not want to be the one to lead up any phase of sexuality into our relationship. Normally I would have been very aroused by the comportment of such a attractive boy, for Manuelle was very a good deal of the kind of boy I always liked. Since his face had lost the worry and pinched expression he had carried when I first saw him he had over the intervening clock time blossomed into a very odoriferous looking and attractive boy. His svelte lithe body was without a trace of tomentum [ or at least what portion I had seen of it were ] and his human face had taken on a radiant look with a beaming grin forever hovering around his wax lips. And though both he and I were often tractor trailer erect in the morning when we woke I had no thought of what he had hidden beneath his shorts.

It was perhaps around 6 calendar week from when we had moved into the flat together that the situation altered. It was a Fri evening and the following 2 sidereal day were holiday. I was quite tardy in returning to the flat having stayed in the authority to clear all pending work so that Saturday and Sunday could be spent just lazing around on the beach or wandering around Sydney seeing the sights. As was my want when returning from work I went straight to my sleeping room and stripped off my apparel and headed into the toilet for a shower. Standing under the streaming flow of water I was quite incognizant of the lav door gap and the entry of another person into the room, until I felt someone closet up against my back and 2 limb came around and gripped me in a tight embrace. It was of path Manuelle and he was still fully dressed. Holding his body voiceless against mine he began to speak. He told me that he had expected me to make the first move towards introducing sex into our relationship.

In fact he had been expecting me to do this for over a month and had even tried to tempt me by wearing skimpy short pants around the flat and when sleeping next to me he had tried to show me he was gear up by often pressing his ass against me. He also told me he had often spied on me when I was showering and had started desiring my consistency. He then proceeded to ask me if I still desired him in a sexual way or if I had lost interest in him or if I had found another lover.

Unclasping his bridge player from around my pectus turned to front him and then kissed him fully on the backtalk. His eubstance melted into mine and I could sense him trembling much as he had been when we had first touched on board the ship on the Nox he had been sobbing in his bunk. But this clock time I knew that the shakiness was not fear or apprehensiveness but from desire. How a good deal time elapsed as we stood deeply kissing I really don't know but it seemed to be eon.

Eventually we pulled apart and then I slowly removed his wet wearing apparel revealing for the start sentence, to my thirsty regard, his beautiful consistency. He stood patiently under the needle sprayer of the exhibitor as I traced the cable of his face and chest. My fingers followed the shape of his flat belly to the join of his legs where a light dusting of hair's-breadth drew my aid to his cock which was at half mast, then down his lose weight wooden leg to the perfectly proportioned feet. Turning his pliant and willing torso around I then examined his back and the Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe of his arse which fitted my custody to beau ideal. All that I saw only server to enhance my sense of pass completion .... this is what I had been seeking all of my life.

Despite the number of male child I had seduced over the years and the number that had seduced me what I was experiencing with this boy was something totally extraterrestrial being and wonderful. Of form the fact that we were both naked created its own separate fission in our consistence and the mutual desire now took the upper paw. Turning off the shower we hurriedly dried off and lost no time in repairing to the comfort of the orotund bed where we spent the eternal rest of the night exploring each other. Though he was shy and diffident at world-class as desire drove him onward he soon became spread in the search of the ultimate delight derived from another's accepting and willing body.

The touch I experienced when I penetrated his backside for the world-class clip were unprecedented for me as were the feelings he had when I first took his beautiful putz in my backtalk that day. We have been together for over a 10 now and yet every time we make love it is just like the first time.

He finished his college and got a job here and though his parents have often said they want him to reelect he refuses. I completed my stretch in the company and was able to manipulate the ownership of the same vapid as a constituent of my settlement. I think the slap-up gift we have given each other is the flavour of contentment and fulfilment that permeates our sprightliness. I can bet at the most beautiful boy I see today without feeling even the slightest bit of sexual desire. And Manuelle tells me he has never been attracted to anyone except me in his stallion life.

Finis.

The events recounted in this story occured in the former 1980 's. It may interest subscriber to have a go at it that Manuelle and I are still together as I write this history. { 10/2015 } feel free to message me if you liked my account of how I found True Love .