Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2000 06:57:12 PDT
From: andy macdonald <andymacdon@hotmail.com>
Subject: Japanese-PA

		      MY JAPANESE PERSONAL ASSISTANT
			    BY Andy Macdonald.

Some time ago I wrote a story called JAP LAD.  Recently, while surfing,
I came across the story again.  Somebody has edited it with skill -
thank you!  I'm submitting the new version for your delectation!

If you like it - please let me know.  If you were the editor, let me know
too, I'd like to thank you!

andymacdon@hotmail.com

There's something about Japanese young guys I've always found sexually
fascinating. I've sometimes wondered to myself why this was the case.
Perhaps it's because they're small, well built, usually slim, hairless
and most of them have lovely tight sexy buns. Another thing that I find
about Japanese guys is that at any age up to thirty they still look like
teenagers. The ones I've met are always polite and as I said I usually
find them incredibly desirable.

It was a long time before I had the opportunity - and the courage - to
try to have sex with a Japanese guy but when that opportunity did come
along - man, it was something I'll never forget.

I was on a business trip to Tokyo and my contact there met me at the
airport - thank goodness because Japan is a difficult place to try to
get about in at the best of times and, if you don't have the help of a
Japanese speaking guide, all you usually see is the inside of an
International type hotel and whatever sights the Japanese want their
tourists to see. You certainly don't see much of Japan nor come to think
of it, much of Japanese men!

He was holding up a notice with my name on it at the arrival door.
"Lewis-san?" he asked and when I nodded he bowed to me and offered his
hand. He had a cool, firm handshake and a pleasant smile. "I am Hiaru
Masoku and the company has assigned me to look after you while you visit
my country."

Now that can't be bad I thought to myself. I didn't then know how old he
was but although he must have been older, he looked about 19, with a
beautiful clear complexion, large almond shaped eyes, a breath-taking
little body which was emphasised by his tight-fitting shirt and
buttock-hugging thin, shiny tan-coloured slacks. He took one of my cases
and walked on ahead of me towards the exit door and the car park.

Yep, he had that typical lovely, tight sexy butt and as soon as I saw
him I knew I wanted to get inside those slacks and start by exploring
the tiny briefs which I could see outlined through the thin cotton of
his tight trousers. My cock twitched inside my own briefs at the thought
but - steady now, Mikey! He's bound to be straight and I've no idea
about the Japanese attitude to gay sex. Perhaps someone should publish a
paper on the subject.

We walked together to his car and drove away from the airport onto the
motorway. It was uncomfortably hot and I was glad that I hadn't
travelled in a suit but was dressed in a similar manner to Hiaru. The
traffic on the motorway was very dense and we were soon in a stop-go
situation. "There's a lot of traffic", I said. "Oh yes, it is very busy
road from airport to Tokyo", he replied and I loved the lilting way he
spoke English. The traffic remained heavy the whole distance to the
centre of the city where my hotel was and it took almost three hours to
cover the fifty mile trip. I can tell you I was really tired by the time
we got there, tired and hot and sweaty, what with the exhausting flight
and the sultry heat on the motorway.

Hiaru was very understanding. He helped me to check in and then insisted
that he come up to make sure the room was OK even though it was by now
11.00 pm local time. "Is no problem", he assured me, "I live in small
apartment by myself. No one waits for me and I want to make sure you OK
here." His English was excellent but with that slight intonation which
sounded so sexy.

I was very pleased with the room. I've done well in the firm and anyway
they wanted to make an impression on our Japanese contacts so they'd
booked me into a really good hotel. The very pretty bell-boy dumped my
luggage and then took great pains to show me the light-switches, the
bathroom and then reached right up the wall to show me how to adjust the
air-conditioning. My eyes were riveted to yet another cute, pert little
Japanese butt as he stretched up with his back to me. Oh my but these
Japanese young guys were all soooo cute.

Hiaru was fascinated by everything. He stayed after the boy left. "Ahh
so!" he exclaimed as he padded round the room - he'd automatically
slipped off his shoes as he entered the room - "look at marble bathroom.
Aaaagh, also see the Hi-fi equipment." I was glancing through the Hotel
Information Book and Hiaru walked over to peer at it too. "Hey, this is
all in Japanese," I said "I can't read all these little bird-cages" and
I pushed the book towards Hiaru who came and stood close to me so that I
felt his body heat and smelt the musky odor of his sweat - he'd
obviously got hot during the car journey too.

"Oh Mike" he said and then paused looking horrified. "What's the
matter?" I asked him. "Ahh Lewis-san" he said, "I apologise". "What for,
Hiaru?" I asked him, noting his shocked expression. "Oh Lewis-san, I
called you Mike. Is very bad manners, only family in Japan can use what
you call first name. Even school friends do not use first name." "Hey
Hiaru, don't be so formal; if we're going to work together and speak in
English - and I sure can't speak to you in Japanese - let's use American
name customs, OK?" and I patted him on the shoulder. Hiaru smiled
happily then gazed up at me with a cheeky grin which made my heart (and
cock) give a little jump and wish that it was his tight, sexy little
butt that I could have patted, not just his shoulder.

He leant across me and turned over several pages of the book and pointed
out that there was an English version at the end. Together we skimmed
through it, still standing closely side by side. Then my heart and cock
gave another jump because I realised that Hiaru was still giving me that
cheeky grin and had moved even closer so that his bare arm was brushing
against mine. I couldn't resist it, I rubbed my arm against his and was
rewarded with a small sigh. Our eyes met and an unspoken message flashed
between our minds. Wow, Hiaru was GAY!! And what is more by the look on
his face he fancied me. Of one thing I was absolutely positive, I sure
fancied him something rotten. I rubbed my arm against his, very lightly,
feeling the hairs stroking his smooth skin. Then I put my hand on his
back and rubbed it lightly up and down. Hiaru began to purr softly like
a happy kitten. Then my strokes began to move slowly, getting lower and
lower until my hand eventually cupped his pert little butt. He began to
breath more heavily. We slowly moved together towards the bed and as the
backs of his knees hit the foot of it, he collapsed backwards onto the
cover.

He started to undo the buttons of his shirt. "Hang on" I ordered him
"let me do it for you, American style." He seemed intrigued and more
than willing. I bent down and sniffed the socks covering his feet. Oh
yes, fresh and clean but with a lovely man-smell of feet having been
encased in leather. I rubbed the soles of his feet with my palms, my
palms tingling to the feel of sheer socks on smooth skin. Hiaru
continued to purr happily. Now I wanted to unwrap more of this delicious
Japanese toy boy. I took his hands and pulled him upright again, then
spun him round so that his back was towards me and I could look over his
shoulder and see his front in the mirror which was so conveniently in
front of him. What a fantastic sight. Well proportioned shoulders, a
broad back tapering down to a slim waist and then that pert little bum,
how I longed to get to that boy-like butt.

I leaned over his shoulder, inhaling the sharp man-scent, and one at a
time undid the buttons on his skin-tight shirt; I eased it over his
shoulders and pulled it clear of the waist-band of trousers. Before
tossing it onto the chair I couldn't resist holding it to my nose and
sniffing his delicious body scent. I glanced into the mirror and caught
Hiaru's grin. He obviously liked the appreciation I was giving him and
did not think it strange that another man should wish to savour his
scent. Then I eased open the belt holding up his slacks; He wriggled
happily as I pressed the palm of my hand over the top of his flies,
feeling the hard cylinder of his prick, which I squeezed a few times
before groping for his zip and easing it down carefully past the
full-blown erection in his underwear. Inside the fly went my hand where
it encountered the silky material of his briefs and I could feel the
hot, damp, sweatiness of his crotch. I tugged down his trousers to
reveal his pert little butt covered in a sexy pair of very thin red
cotton briefs. I groaned with excitement and stooped down so that my
face was opposite that fantastic ass. I placed a kiss on each of the
delectable mounds and breathed in the heady, musky man-odour. I longed
to bury my nose into the valley between his red cotton covered buns but
was not sure how he would react. After all sniffing at his shirt was one
thing but sniffing his butt through his pants might make him freak.
Instead I leant over him and kissed the back of his neck and nibbled his
ear lobes. Hiaru's breathing deepened.

I walked slowly round to his front, admiring his trim body, flat
stomach, beautifully shaped legs. I bent down slightly and brushed my
lips across his; he moistened his lips with his tongue and we slipped
into a passionate tongue duel, our mouths glued together and our groins
thrusting and sliding against each other. Still in the clinch I
manoeuvred him back again towards the bed until for the second time he
collapsed backwards on to it. He gave a little gasp and for a moment I
feared I might have hurt him but I remained glued to him and we ended up
with me firmly mounted on his slowly thrusting body. His sighs of sexual
delight continued so I assumed all was well. After a minute or two I
rolled off and gazed down at him; one very sexy, highly aroused Japanese
toy boy clad only in a very provocative pair of thin red cotton briefs
which were only just managing to contain his hard, hard prick.

This time I no longer cared about what he might think, anyway he
appeared to be in a sexual trance with lust-filled eyes and soft sighs
coming from his throat. I put my face onto his flat stomach and licked
it gently and slowly worked my face lower, over the elastic waistband of
his pants and across the cotton front until my nose was tracing down the
throbbing tube of his prick. I could feel the hardness of it through the
cotton material and I traced its outline with my teeth, rubbing gently
up and down. Now I enjoyed watching his cock strain against his briefs
from close up. I took the shaft of his hard cock in my mouth and
breathed on it, knowing how good that hot breath felt through the thin
cotton. His underwear tasted clean as I sucked on his bone-hard and
twitching penis then I progressed lower until my nose ended up sniffing
his balls through the red cotton; oh that musky, manly groin smell. He
was clean but the long journey from the airport in that hot weather
meant that I was smelling one sweaty, highly aroused young male. I
nuzzled his balls through his underwear and thrust my tongue up under
the elastic of the pouch, I could just reach in enough to feel the skin
of his balls at its tip. Hiaru writhed and groaned deeply as he felt the
friendly invader at his most private parts.

Slowly, half-inch by half-inch, I pulled his underwear down revealing
ever more smooth skin. He then rolled over so that I was easing the
briefs over the crack of his ass, widening and deepening, the curves of
those beautiful buns flaring out at me as if begging for my face and
tongue's attention? His legs were close together and as the briefs slid
over his butt I kissed each mound and rubbed my hand lightly over his
smooth upper thighs. I curled my fingers to their inside and flexed my
knuckles to indicate that he should ease his legs apart. Hiaru
instinctively understood and his well-shaped legs parted - darkness
between the cheeks - my nose sniffed its way in - I kissed my way deeper
into this even more intimate place - nosing, sniffing, Oh the joy of it.
I was doing the most private, intimate act and my Japanese toy boy was
obviously beside himself in a peak of sexual happiness. At last my
tongue could go no further and my face followed up against the ass
cheeks, the sensual corridor of flesh between dangling balls and the
rose-bud target. I inhaled deeply and then took away my face so that,
like a blind man, I could let my fingers see for me. For a second I
again wondered if I had gone too far but no, Hiaru's buttocks humped
upwards, eager for further attention of a sort I sensed he had never
before experienced.

The corridor of his crotch was bisected with a raised flesh-line that
stopped short of his asshole; my fingertip told me that his hole was
beautifully puckered and rather tight. My index finger pushed at the
opening which yielded just a touch. Then my hands grabbed the front of
his thighs, pulling his ass up and clamping it to my face. My tongue
battered at the asshole, pushing and tasting, swirling and lapping.
Again I breathed in that fern-like aroma, that excitement of raw man, an
international timeless commodity. Now his hand was between his legs,
rubbing up and down his engorged dick; I held tightly onto his near
hairless balls as he did so, continuing to probe with my finger, trying
to push it in a good few inches. Then I sat back and gazed down at the
velvety cheeks, savouring the sight of the delicious Japanese opening.
Hiaru now turned his head round and up, he smiled at me and slowly
nodded his head. My hand dived into my travelling bag, which thankfully
was within reach, and I pulled out a tube of KY - traveller's first aid
kit? - I squirted a coating onto my rampant prick and spread some onto
the target my cock was longing for. Hiaru winced as he felt the cold
jelly on his private place but then he started rotating his hips and
moving his ass up towards my groin so I figured he was more than ready.

I lowered myself gently onto him and put my arms around him and started
rubbing my hard penis up and down his smooth, pink butt, feeling the
warmth as his ass crack engulfed its length. Every so often I would poke
my cock against his well lubricated hole. Each time I did I was a little
more persistent and he felt a little looser. After a short while I felt
my cock-head slip past his ring, gently but firmly I eased it in
further, withdrew a little and eased on in. Hiaru moaned so I stopped
for a moment but he humped upwards which forced my eager prick further
into his hungry ass. Now my prick was expanding into his hot, damp,
tight asshole. At last it was fully inside him and rising up on my hands
I began to move gently in and out of his sweet anal channel. I could see
my cock come almost all the way out of his velvety smooth white ass and
then bury itself all the way in up to the hilt, grinding my crutch
against his young butt. He was moaning and grunting, not now with pain
but with ecstasy, proved to me by the fact that his ass rose and fell in
time with my thrusting probes.

I reached round in front of him and wrapped one hand around his hard
dick and began jerking up and down in time with my own plunges into his
tight, willing ass. Neither of us could hold back for much longer. As I
felt his ring tighten and as his buttocks began to hump furiously I
rammed myself even deeper into his hot young toy-boy body and felt one
enormous gout of cum pulse the length of my hard, hard prick. That first
pulse was followed by jolt after jolt of cum which shot my seething
sperm way up inside his round, yielding asshole as my new Japanese lover
bucked and grunted beneath my sweat-soaked humping body.

Beneath me my hand felt his hot, slippery cum spurt in its turn from his
rock-hard, pumping prick. We'd both cum together in a glorious explosive
orgasm. Hiaru gave a long shuddering sigh as I eased my spent prick from
its delicious prison. We rolled onto our sides and both pairs of eyes
closed in a post-coital doze.

I slept well that night, what with jet-lag and the fantastic sex we had
just enjoyed. I did wake slightly a couple of times, probably when Hiaru
rolled over so that he ended up with his delectable bottom pressed into
my groin. It was a great feeling to know that I shared my bed with such
a sexy guy.

What really woke me was the fantastic feeling of a hot, wet mouth
engulfing my rock-hard cock. Hiaru had wriggled down the bed and was
gently but insistently mouthing my prick; I looked down and caught his
cheeky grin. He continued to suck, up and down, slowly, wetly and with a
fantastic suction. As he did so I could feel the jerking of his body as
he jerked his own cock. Despite the spunk that I had unloaded into his
willing ass the previous night, I could feel a new load surging up. "Oh
Hiaru" I groaned "I'm going to cum!" He didn't stop his vacuuming, in
fact he speeded up his sucking and I couldn't help but start a fucking
movement of my hips. I'd warned him and with a deep groan I shot my
spunk into his eager mouth at the same time as his jerking speeded up
and I realised that he had jerked himself to orgasm. Then he wriggled
his way up to me and rubbed his face against mine like a happy kitten.

I reckoned that my visit to Japan was going to be one to remember.

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