Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2012 09:46:46 -0700 (PDT) From: Arthur Arthor Subject: My Japanese / gay / young friends If you are under 18, please, read no further and go to Disney.com -- RIGHT NOW, YOUNGUN! If stories involving inappropriate acts between minors offend you, go to Google.com and search for Mother Goose. If, after you read this story, you believe it to be true, then you have confirmed a part of one of Phineas T. Barnum's maxims -- you know, the one about there being one born every minute. If you enjoy these fictional representations of wantonness, depravity and debauchery, then donate to keep Nifty.org free. Say, what? Yes, there is no such thing as a free lunch, and, if Nifty is to remain "free", Nifty needs support from you. Think of it as an investment in your future enjoyment. ------------------------------------------------------------- A VIGNETTE - My Japanese I liked him the instant that we met. He was the first Japanese that I had ever seen in person. I was fascinated by his skin, his hair, his eyes, but, most of all, his bubbly personality. He had such poise and self assurance for a boy of twelve. It was as though everyone else in the classroom was new and he was the one that was the "old pro." He was smarter than everyone else; knew it, but tried, in his inscrutable oriental fashion, not to be showy about it. With his svelte frame and graceful movements he was the fastest runner, nearly the best swimmer, and seemed to be a machine built for diving. It was hard not to watch him intensely, whether in practice or competition. He was that good. Many of the students resented him because of his abilities. They knew that in their wildest dreams they could never be his equal. Others, the xenophobes, hated him because he was different. I, on the other hand, was fascinated by him because he was different. I, too, knew that in my wildest dreams I could never be his equal; but, that did not mean that I could not try. It took a couple of months for some of the school toughs to confront him after school to put him in his place. There were six of them. They should have known better, from seeing all of the Kung fu movies, that it is best to avoid fighting orientals - even those that seem vulnerable. None of the toughs were unscathed. One of them, the instigator, had to be taken to a hospital to have his testicles checked for permanent damage. Unfortunately, there was no serious damage and he would be able to pass along his degenerate genes, if he could ever find a female with such low standards as to accept his seed. Needless to say, no one ever tried that again. I witnessed the whole thing and came to his defense when he was accused of starting the fracas. The instigator's mother wanted him arrested and threatened to sue for damages. After hearing me describe what had happened, she withdrew her complaints; other than pleading that her son not be expelled and sent to an alternative school. Unfortunately for him, and fortunately for the rest of us, he was. My new friend invited me to his home, at the insistence of his parents, for the weekend. They wanted to thank me for defending their son in this matter. They likely had ulterior motives, because there were few boys his age in their neighborhood. So, it was a play date more than anything else. I waited with him on the steps of the school for his father to pick us up. We talked - well, he talked and I mostly listened for fear of saying the wrong thing. And a lot of wrong things were on the tip of my tongue waiting to be said. I wanted to tell him how much I liked him, but was afraid that it might be misconstrued in a way that would make him uncomfortable being with me. I had to contain my joy of being with him. I kept telling myself to keep it cool. He said that he knew that some of the students hated him; even those that were not demonstrative about it. Even some of the teachers seemed intimidated by him. I wanted to reassure him of my friendship. So, I put my hand on his shoulder and was going to tell him how much I liked him and that others did, too. However, what came out, while true, scared the hell out of me. I told him that I loved him. Then, clumsily, I tried to correct myself. He seemed unfazed as he took my trembling hand and held it as he spoke of the love that dare not speak its name. I had to steady myself as I realized that he was receptive to what I'd said. I asked him which oriental philosopher came up with that idea. He told me that that was how Oscar Wilde refer to his sexuality. He then asked me whether or not I was uncomfortable with his being gay. I told him that I was not uncomfortable and hoped that he was not uncomfortable with my not knowing whether or not I was. I told him that I thought I was, because whenever a masturbated I thought of how many other boys were doing the same thing at the same time and thought that it would be fun, if we were doing it in the same place at the same time. I told him that whenever I saw crowds like those that gathered at Times Square for New Year's Eve, I envisioned them all masturbating. I told him that whenever I saw a boy walking down the street I would wonder whether or not he was going to, or coming from masturbating; either by himself or with friends - and I would want to be his friend. And, I would wonder what their dicks looked like. I told him that I knew it was silly and I was worried that I might be insane for having such thoughts. At that time, his father arrived and as we were headed towards the car he told me that it might not be as insane an idea as some of his thoughts. We drove to my house. My parents were not home to meet my friend's father, as we had hoped, but I got my things for the weekend away and we went on to his house, which was a twenty minute drive. I was disappointed to discover how far away he lived from me. It would make it difficult for us to be together other than at school or when our parents were involved. We were in the back seat of the car where my friend slipped one of his feet out of his loafers and commenced playing footsy with me. He ran his toe up and down the back of my ankle as he spoke of what he had learned in history class that day. It was not as easy for me to remove my shoe, but remove it I did. I never thought that I could get an erection from the sensation generated by a toe rubbing my foot. When we arrived at his house we were both aware of the possibility of his parents seeing our erections, but he had his schoolbooks and I had my small suitcase to shield us us from embarrassment. During dinner his parents express their thanks for want I had done in the name of justice for their son. I told them that it was nothing that anyone else would have done after seeing what had happened. My friend blushed as I recounted a blow by blow description of the fight. His father said that he started teaching him how to defend himself when he was three years old. He said he had samurai in his heritage. Then he chuckled and said that almost every Japanese-American claimed to be of the samurai; just as many Americans claim to be descended from a Native American princess or William the Conqueror. They were fourth and fifth generation Americans, so, the meal was an all-American menu of pot roast and vegetables with some concession being made to their Japanese heritage in the seasoning. It was as good as my grandmother makes, and she is the best cook of which I know. After dinner my friend and I went into his backyard to kick around his soccer ball. Again, he was better than I could ever be at that skill. As we were doing this, we spoke in hushed tones of what we would do later in his room. I was delighted, but tried not to show it, when his parents came out and said that they were going to a movie and that we were welcome to come with them. We declined the invitation and had our close off as soon as they drove away. We stood and looked at each other. My eyes were feasting on his athletic body, and he seemed to enjoy looking at my average form. Our erection were pulsing to our heart beats. We walked around each other like prize fighters sizing up an opponent. Finally we were standing face to face with our dicks almost touching. We each reached to touch the others instrument of joy. I told him that my mother would be apoplectic were she to see what we were doing because she had always told me not to touch myself there, except when bathing or urinating, and here I was touching someone else's. He said that his mother was quite the opposite; that, in fact, she would tell him, whenever she observed him touching himself there for more than a casual adjustment, that he should only do that in the privacy of his room. Then he told me something that truly made me envious of him. He said that he remembered when he was very young and would became restive or fretful that his mother would gently pat and rub his tiny penis and would actually pull his foreskin back and forth until he would go to sleep. He said that he would often cry for no reason other than for his mother's attention and touch. I told him that my mother would probably cut her hand off rather than touch me there like that, or worse yet, cut off my penis. We then expose see each other's glans and I was spellbound by the shape of his. It had the shape of a samurai warrior's helmet, or, more like, that of Darth Vader. A dropped to my knees to examine it closely. I looked at it straight on; then I raised it to where his helmet was pressed against his belly in order to look at the underside which I stroked with the backside of my finger from its head to his scrotum. His scrotum was pulled tight to his body - it looked as though his testicles were contained in form fitting leather. He had a sparse patch of hair at the base of is dick and a few on his scrotum. I gently ran a finger over his balls and down the inside of his thigh. I observed that he trembled when I touched his inner thigh and I did it again. Yes, I could tell he liked that! We exchanged places and his visual examination of mine was very brief as he cut to the chase and started pumping my penis like the experienced practitioner of masturbation that he was. When he observed the first emission of barren semen on the tip of my penis he used his thumb to roll it around to coat the entire surface of my dickhead with the slippery substance. He then pulled my legs close and pressed his head against my thigh as he continued masturbating me with my dick next to his ear. At this point, were I to ejaculate, it would have flown over to his bed until it dribbled down his back. I was looking down at my friend clutching me as he worked his magic. I raise my gaze and observed our reflection in a mirror. I placed my hand on his head and stroked his hair as I observed the me in the mirror do the same to the Japanese boy in the mirror. Until I saw the reflection I was unaware that my hips were pumping ever so slightly. Suddenly my friend ceased what he was doing and stood. He took me by the hand and guided me to his bed. He had me to lie on my back as he straddled my torso with his ass cheeks only inches from my face. I was curious as to what his intentions were until he reached back and parted his cheeks. I recognized this to be an invitation and as he continued to pump my frothing penis I raise my head and licked his pink rosebud. I pulled his cheeks further apart and had the whole of my face pushing at his anus. He had had a late afternoon shower and I could taste the remnants of the soap mixed in with boy sweat. All and all, not too bad. At this point he started licking the semenal ooze from the meatus of my penis. He then swirled his tongue around the base of my helmet and plunged his head down taking my whole shaft into his mouth. At the same time he repositioned himself to where his penis was dangling over my face. I accepted the invitation and placed it within my mouth and tried to match him lick by lick and suck by suck. I wanted this to go on forever. At the same time, I wanted this to end as soon as possible, because I knew the ecstatic joy I would feel when it ended with our orgasms. Our orgasm were simultaneous and each fed the other his dessert of sperm in a frothy sauce of semen. He rolled to his side and held my penis in his mouth until I was soft. I did the same. After several minutes he sat upright and asked me whether I like that. My answer was to take his hand and lift myself and pull him into an embrace as I covered his face with kisses. He feigned repulsion and told me that before I kissed him I should consider where my mouth had been. I was crestfallen by his rejection until he laughed and pulled me back into an embrace and kissed me. Sapped by our emotion filled session of sucking and kissing we fell asleep in each other's arms. I was awakened by the sound of his bedroom door being opened and raised my head to see it being quietly shut. I could hear footsteps walking away and I frantically woke my friend to tell him that I thought his father had discovered us with our naked bodies entwined as we were. He told me to relax because his parents were aware of what we were doing. He told me that his parents had always insisted that there were no secrets between anyone in their family. He had told his parents that he was in love with me and wanted me to come for the weekend to get to know each other. His mother tried to talk him out of doing this; but, his father insisted that this needed to play out, that boys will be boys, and this was only a phase. He told her that first loves were passion filled and burned like grass fires; they were hot, quick, and soon extinguished. As he was telling me this he was casually fondling my penis to erection. I had mixed emotions because I did not want this to be a grass fire - I wanted this to be an eternal flame. He said that his parents wanted him to marry a distant cousin and give them grandchildren when the time was right. He had assured them that he would do his familial duties and would never do anything to embarrass his ancestors. He told me that whatever happened in his life he would always love me, if for no other reason than my being his first love. He then preceded to suck my dick. I was flummoxed by his attitude. I did not want to be his first love; I wanted to be his only love - forever and ever! He brought me to a glorious climax - the best I had ever had up until then. After my breathing returned to normal I open my eyes and saw him with his erection pointing my way. I tried to give him as much pleasure as he had just given me. I use my tongue on every bit of Darth Vader; when he came I held his semen in my mouth for as long as I could before swallowing it. I realized that this possibly could be my only two days with my Japanese friend, and I wanted every minute of our time together to be memorable because memories may be all I would have of this. I tried to be as normal as possible when we were with his parents - as though this was all normal and I knew nothing of what they knew about his son and me. As much as I wanted to plead my case for my being with their son forever, I held my tongue and accepted things as they were. That was not our only weekend together, but, as his father's company had transferred them to their facility here, they transferred him to Argentina the following year. As fate had brought him to me, fate took him away. I am sure that when the time is right he will make some beautiful grandchildren for his mother to adore and to quiet them as only she can. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you enjoyed this story, you may wish to read some of my other Nifty stories at: www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/mike-and-david www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/meeting-jeff www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/simon-and-william www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/an-old-man-remembers www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/lumbago www.nifty.org/bisexual/incest/why-i-am-as-i-am www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/johnny-and-friends http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/pheromones