Date: Thu, 4 Aug 2011 11:26:02 +0200
From: phoenix_1977@hotmail.com
Subject: When in Japan

This story is a description of male to male sex. If this offends you or is
a violation of your countries law, please leave. I don't want
trouble. Otherwise, enjoy!

Please note that in stories unsafe sex is not a problem but in real life it
is. So don't be stupid and wear protection while having casual sex!

When in Japan ...

I never realized how lonely you could feel in a city with 1.5 million
inhabitants. Recently I visited Kyoto, the second city of Japan, for a
large medical conference and after not more than 5 days I was feeling
miserable and longing to be home with my boyfriend. He hadn't been able to
come along because of his own job so I was there, with colleagues, but
still feeling lonely.

It's very difficult to communicate with people who don't speak your
language. In Europe and most other parts of the world we're used to people
speaking English but in Japan a lot of people just don't speak any other
language than Japanese. My knowledge of the Japanese language is limited to
"konnichiwa" (hello) and "arigato" (thank you). So, my conversations with
the locals were pretty short.

On Wednesday we had the afternoon off so most of my colleagues went to
visit temples or go shopping. I joined the ones that went shopping to buy
something for my boyfriend but after a while I was done and I decided to
head back to the hotel and surf the net a little. However, I never made it
to the hotel.

In the subway I was sitting on one of the couches, busy feeling sorry for
myself, when a young Japanese man entered. Now that in itself is not that
special when you're in Japan but this young man was stunningly
beautiful. It looked like he just got out of an add for either Armani or
some expensive male perfume brand. And when he sat down, he took a seat
opposite of me so I had a magnificent view.

Now there's something you should know about me. I'm a Caucasian gay man and
very much attracted to Asian men. My boyfriend is Asian and so are pretty
much all my exes and one night stands. No matter how many times people told
me: "birds of a feather tend to flock together", I keep ending up in the
arms (and more) of Asian men. So, Japan was definitely a country for me,
for that matter. Unfortunately, the Japanese are somewhat closeted when it
comes to gays.

Back to the young man who was sitting across from me. He was wearing kaki
shorts and a yellow shirt. He walked on flip-flops and his jet-black hair
was spiked with lots and lots of gel. He was busy operating his iPhone and
paid no attention to his surroundings, like most Japanese. Or so I thought
because while I was very much checking him out he suddenly made eye contact
and winked at me, before continuing working his iPhone. I was stunned! Not
only did he acknowledge my existence, he apparently had been looking at me
as well since he had seen me checking him out. And to make eye contact in
such a not so subtle manner was very not-Japanese. While I kept looking at
him I could see him looking at me as well while pretending to look at his
iPhone. Apparently he had a lot of practice doing this because if he hadn't
winked at me I would never have caught him looking at me. He was definitely
good at it. I noticed he was smiling shyly while looking at me through his
eye lashes and then it hit me. He was flirting with me! He was flirting
with me in a very Japanese way.

Two more things to know about me. I suck at flirting, both actively and
passively, and I'm nothing special.

When it comes to flirting I'm not subtle enough myself and when someone's
flirting with me I hardly ever notice it. The only reason I noticed it now
was because this young man is acting in a very un-Japanese way. For a
Japanese he was acting very outspoken and bold but compared with an
American or European man he was the school example of restraint.

Even in a country like Japan I'm nothing special. I can't imagine why
someone would flirt with me. I'm a big man, chubby. My boyfriend likes me
that way because there's more to love. Well, there's about 20 kg too much
of me to love. I'm balding and the hair I have left is turning grey
rapidly. So after I noticed this dream of a man was flirting with me I was
stunned he was flirting with me. Still, I got another wink from him and I
felt my dick responding.

He kept teasing me but I noticed my stop was approaching. Two more stations
and then my stop would come up. And, to be honest, I didn't want this to
stop. But one station before my stop my Japanese wet dream had another
surprise for me.

He got up to get off the train and I thought that would be it. Next stop I
would be at my station and my release would be jerking off naked on the bed
with the Japanese guy in mind. But Gorgeous Japanese had something else in
mind. While he got up and walked towards the doors he slightly jerked his
head, indicating I should come with him. At first I thought I imagined it
but several seconds later he did it again, this time also opening his eyes
a little further. He clearly didn't understand why I was having such a hard
time understanding what he wanted. No way I could make him understand if
his English was just as good as my Japanese. Still, he made very clear I
was to follow him, so I did.

In the crowd outside the train I was afraid I would lose them afterall but
he didn't let me. Everytime I was almost losing him he stopped and waited
until I got up again. At first I thought he would take me to either his
apartment or hotelroom but he didn't. He entered one of the restrooms at
the station, which are much cleaner and better maintained than the ones in
Europe or North-America.

He walked towards a urinal and stood there, undoing his shorts and getting
his dick out. Although most men in the West think Asian dicks are small
only a handful are. Most Asian men are average but some are really
hung. This guy was extremely hung and cut! Although I thought he needed to
use the bathroom he didn't start peeing. In stead he was massaging his dick
and it grew tremendously. He looked over his shoulder at me, inviting me to
join him. Well, that's an invitation you don't have to extend twice.

I walked up to him and stood behind him. I put my hand on his and slowly
pulled it away from his hard dick. At first he didn't allow me to pull his
hand away but after a couple of seconds he gave in. Apparently he wasn't as
submissive as I thought he was. Still, he was no match for me. I think I
was easily twice his size and before long he accepted me as the dominant
partner in this encounter. I started massaging his now really hard dick and
before long he was panting and moaning while his head rested against my
shoulder. He grinded his ass against my crotch, obviously enjoying the feel
of my hard dick against his ass. Although loved having his hard dick in my
hands and his ass against my crotch I'd love it even more to feel his ass
around my dick while fucking him. Also, although I'm quite the
exhibitionist I didn't feel like being caught while having sex in a public
restroom. I don't know what the Japanese law says about men having sex with
men in public but I wasn't going to find out either. So I hold his dick in
my hand and lifted him off the floor slightly with my free arm. I was
surprised how little he weighed. At first he was a little startled but when
I maneuvered us into a stall he quickly understood and, once more, he once
more subjected himself to me.

As soon as I put him on his feet again I undid my own pants. Loved feeling
his ass grinding to my dick but I'd love feeling his ass against my naked
flesh even more. I dropped my pants and his shorts to the floor, pushing my
dick against his ass. He clearly liked it because he pushed back. Now I
know it was terribly hot in Japan this summer but no way the slickness I
felt between his ass cheeks was sweat. I'm pretty sure he had put some kind
of oil or other lubricant on his ass and given the ease with which my dick
slided against his ass ...

So here I was, in a public restroom, massaging a strange Japanese guy's
dick while sliding my dick through his ass cheeks and both of us were
panting and moaning. But apparently my Japanese guy had different
ideas. While I was planning on pushing my dick once more between his slick
ass cheeks he suddenly thrust back, causing my dick to come into contact
with his hole. Since my dick was slick now as well with the oily substance
and his hole apparently was also rubbed with the oily lubricant there
obviously wasn't a lot of resistance. So given my momentum and his
determination there was only one outcome. My dick entered his ass without
any difficulty, suddenly surrounding my dick with his hot body. I almost
came there and then and I loved it. He let out a little yelp so apparently
my invasion was not as uncomplicated as I thought so I wanted to pull
out. But he wouldn't let me. He pushed backward, pushing me against the
wall of the stall, impaling himself on my not the small and very hard
dick. Once more I heard a little yelp and now I understood what it was. It
was a yelp of pleasure. He was enjoying the feeling of my hard dick and
probably yelped because it rubbed against his prostate. He grabbed my ass
and stepped forward, taking me away from the wall of the stall. He pushed
back into me and at the same time pulled me into him. He wanted me to fuck
him, that much was obvious. Well, having my dick up his ass, pushing
against his prostate made me want to fuck him as well. Hell, I wanted to
fuck his brain out! So I did.

I pulled out almost completely, causing him to start babbling in
Japanese. He clearly thought I wanted to pull out and didn't agree with
that.

"Oh, shut your mouth" I mumbled. I had no intention to pull out. But to
fuck him I needed to room. So with only my dickhead still in I pushed back
in all the way, massaging his prostate full force. Again he let out the now
much appreciated yelp. His dick grew a little more so he clearly liked
it. I don't know how I did but while fucking him and starting to feel my
orgasm approaching I remembered to keep massaging his dick. He clearly
liked that as well because he was leaking precum like crazy. I pulled back
once more and pushed back in again, again assaulting his prostate. And with
his yelp his dick expanded some more. Oh, it was only a matter of minutes
before he will shoot so I started fucking him like there was no
tomorrow. Everytime he felt my dick rub his prostate his dick grew a little
more. It jumped in my hand and right now I stopped massaging his dick and I
just kept my hands loosely around his dickhead, forcing him to fuck my hand
while I was fucking his ass. My pushing in his ass forced his dickhead into
my hand. With every push now he shouted in Japanese:

"Hai! Hai! Hai!" he shouted, everytime I rubbed his prostate and my hand
rubbed his diickhead. "Hai", I learned later, is Japanese for "yes" so he
was encouraging me. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. For
some time already I had felt my balls cooking and, from the feeling in my
crotch, I knew my orgasm was seconds in stead of minutes ago. But my
Japanese guy was also breathing more and more irregular and my hand was
slick with the precum he had lost already. And than it happened.

My Japanese model tensed up completely, thrusting his dick all the way
through my lose hand. He threw back his head, let out one more powerfull
"Hai!" and shot his cum all over the opposite wall of the stall. Man, I
never saw someone cum like that! I think this must have been his first
orgasm is days, if not weeks. He kept cumming and cumming, shooting his cum
with a force I never experienced before.

But this was also too much for me. His ass muscles clamped down on my dick
and there was not way to pull out my dick anymore. Even worse, his muscle
rubbed my dickhead inside is bowels, causing me to go over the edge as
well. I also let out a cry of pleasure while I started coating his bowels
with my cum. If this had been a blowjob I would have drowned him. After
that I lost track of time for a little while.

When I came down from my post-orgasmic high I noticed my now softening dick
was still up his ass and he was, in a very awkward and uncomfortable
position, stroking my hair. Then it hit me. I had fucked a complete
stranger without a condom! I never have unsafe sex with strangers! I'm an
MD, for fuck's sake! If this guy was HIV positive and infected me my career
would be over. I pulled out and quickly pulled up my pants. The Japanese
guy clearly noticed something was bothering me but how on earth was I going
to explain to someone who probably only spoke Japanese that having the wild
and wonderful sex we just had might have ended my career? But, apparently,
he had dealt with this before. He pulled his wallet from his short and took
out a document. Half of it I couldn't read because it was in Japanese but
the other half was written in English. It were test results from and HIV
test, only 10 days ago. The result was negative. And while I started to
breath a little easier he started talking to me, in fluent English.

"I'm a Japanese diplomat, previously assigned to the Japanese Embassy in
Washington DC. HIV tests are mandatory every three months because we're not
allowed to stay in the US when positive" he said, while pulling up his
short.

"So, if you spoke English, why the complicated eye contact and gestures to
get me to follow you? You could've just asked me".

"Yes, I could have, but this was more fun, don't you agree?" Well, I
couldn't disagree with that. The prove I had fun was dripping of the wall
and out of his ass.

"So, if you're stationed in Washington DC, what are you doing in Kyoto
than?" I asked.

"I've been recalled to Japan and got my new assignment just this morning"
He said. "Just got back from Tokyo". By now we had left the stall and
walked over to the sink to wash our hands.

"So where are you heading now?" I asked. I knew this encounter would end
soon and I didn't really want it too.

"Curious type, aren't you?" he laughed. "I'm stationed in The Hague, the
Netherlands. I start there next week so I'm flying out coming Friday".

"Really?" I asked. "The direct flight from Osaka Kansai to Amsterdam?".

"Yes, why?" he asked.

"I'm on the same flight" I explained. "So, shouldn't we be heading out? We
were quite loud in there. What if someone called in the authorities?". He
just laughed.

"This particular restroom is only used by men seeking men" he
explained. "And the occasional tourist that doesn't know that. The city
officials know and they allow it, under the condition the other restroom at
the station are kept free from cruising men". And with that we walked out.

"So, why did you pick me? No offense and I loved it, but most Japanese have
been avoiding me ever since I got here unless they had no choice".

"Yeah, we can be somewhat distant to gajin" he said. "For one I love big
Caucasian men like yourself. And second you looked lost which reminded me
of how I felt my first few weeks in Washington. I know what it feels like
to alone in a big city. So I decided to cheer you up and have some fun
myself as well. I think it worked perfectly, don't you?"



That Friday I saw him at Osaka Kansai airport but his entire body language
told me I shouldn't approach him. The other Japanese with him were probably
important Japanese people and it might cause problems if he had to explain
how we met. But during the flight to Amsterdam he introduced me into a new
club. A club I heard much about; the Miles High Club, although having sex
in a restroom on a plane is a challenge in itself, not to mention we
couldn't get loud in there.

Some of my colleagues noticed and they did not approve. Their problem. I
confessed everything to my boyfriend and he was fine with it. He can't wait
to meet my Japanese diplomat.

So coming weekend he's coming over for the Amsterdam Pride and he stays
with us the weekend. Other than the Pride I doubt we'll leave the house
much. Hell, I don't think anyone of us will be thinking of leaving the bed
for the rest of the weekend. I at least asked him to bring a lot of that
oily substance he uses for lube.


As always, comments and thoughts are highly appreciated.