Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2007 08:02:12 -0400 (EDT) From: Herb Cat Subject: Rip Folder: Around the World 16 Tokyo Around the World 16 Tokyo Copyright 2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and male minors. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you. ----- "OK, boys, we're off to Japan." "Yippee!!" They found their seats aboard the Royal Khmer Airlines plane, stowed their carry-ons, and got settled. Pepito sat by the window -- "Oso wants to loog outside." -- and Juan in the middle. That left two aisle seats for the adults. Malcolm knew Maria wouldn't feel comfortable sitting with strangers, so he gallantly gave up his seat next to Juan and took the one across the aisle. "Hi, name's Scott Weinblum." Malcolm's new seatmate extended his hand. "I see you're American. I'm from Detroit. Here on business. Nice looking family you have." Malcolm introduced everyone and explained their adventure. Scott was fascinated by this grand odyssey. "What a great education your sons are getting. If I could afford it, boy, I'd sure love to take my three boys on a trip like that." Scott took their pictures out of his wallet, and Malcolm passed them over the aisle to Maria. "Yeah, they're my pride and joy. These trips are hell, always being away from them. I feel terrible missing all their ball games, and school concerts, not to mention if I'm out of town for a birthday. That's the worst." "So what hotel would you recommend in Tokyo?" Scott looked at the boys again. "Well, listen, if your sons are fairly well-behaved, and they look so to me, if I were you, I'd bypass the big fancy American style hotels and go for a ryokan instead. That's where I'm staying. Ryokans are small traditional Japanese inns. The boys would get much more of the flavor of the country that way." Malcolm asked Maria what she thought. After all, until now they'd gone first class, with air conditioning, high rise views, pools, king sized beds, etc. Maria thought it sounded like a nice change of pace. For the rest of their flight, Scott explained the finer points of staying in a ryokan. .oOo. The van took them from the airport. Scott sat up by the driver to give directions, while Maria, Malcolm, Juan and Pepito gawked in wonder at Tokyo's noisy bright bustle whizzing past the windows. It was a relief when they eventually turned down a small quiet lane, and stopped in front of a one-story traditional Japanese building. "OK, boys, this is it. Your home for the next couple weeks. But, listen, it's not like the hotels we've been in. There are a lot of rules. So you have to really try to behave, OK?" Scott led them through the genkan. "This is where we take off our shoes, lads. Never go inside with your street shoes on. Fujin Tonomi will be very upset. Ah, here she is now." Scott began speaking to the proprietor in animated Japanese. She had brought out five pairs of slippers. "Supashi-bo, Fujin Tonomi." He bowed his head and accepted the footwear." Inside, Fujin Tonomi showed them to their rooms. Scott explained that in Japan it's common for young children to sleep in the same room as their parents. Maria shrugged. Scott's smaller room was just next door. "Wow," Juan whispered to his mother, "this is nothing like a hotel." He saw the walls were made of paper panels. Instead of doors, the panels just slid open. The floors were covered with woven mats. Those are "tatami," Scott said, "and you don't wear your slippers. Just your socks." "Shit, I hope I remember. So many rules about slippers." "Well, I'm afraid there's more too, Juan. When you go to the toilet down the hall, you leave those slippers by the toilet door and put on special ones while you're in there. Then you have to remember to put those on again when you come out. Don't want to be walking around the house in your toilet slippers." Now the boys were giggling, and Malcolm and Maria were finding it hard to keep a straight face too. "Don't worry, you'll catch on. You're smart boys." Scott left them in their room to get comfortable, before supper. Malcolm whispered, "Well, it's not exactly a suite." "I dink it's gonna be fun," Pepito shouted, ever the optimist. Maria hushed him, "These walls are not soundproof. We better get used to keeping the noise level down. Scott will hear everything we say. So will everyone else." "And, guys, no roughhouse. It won't take much to rip the walls." "We'll be good, Malgum. We promise." Pepito wrapped his fist around Malcolm's middle finger to remind him of another promise. Scott tapped on the wall after a while and asked if he could come in. "Fujin Tonomi will be here soon with supper." "We're gonna eat here?" "Yep, breakfast and supper anyway. Lunch you'll take at a restaurant." "But there's no table." Just then the proprietor slid open the wall and set a low table down on the floor. "I told Fujin Tonomi to bring my supper in here also. I figured you could use some instruction, if that's OK." "Supashi-bo, Señor Scott." Maria was already picking up the lingo. Scott taught them to handle the chopsticks. Juan was the most adept. However, drinking the soup right out of the cup was something they all could do. The main course was fish. And by the end of the meal they were all saying "Supashi-bo." "That was delicious. Uhm, Scott, I'm ready for a bath." "Well, then you're in for a real treat." "More rules?" "Oh, yes, Juan. But I'll guide you." Everyone donned their bathrobes and paddled down the hall to the baths. Maria went into the women's bath. Scott suggested the boys make a stop at the toilet first. House slippers off. Toilet slippers on. Pee. Toilet slippers off. House slippers on. OK. Ready for the bath. When they arrived at the men's bath, mists of steam were rising from the large communal pool, but they could see a few men already submerged. Scott greeted them in Japanese and then showed the new guests where to hang their robes. Juan made a discrete examination of Scott's manhood while Pepito started for the bath. The men bathing looked shocked and with animated talk and gestures indicated he was doing something wrong. Scott quickly called him back. "First things first, my boy." He began picking up buckets of hot water to pour over himself and then Pepito. Malcolm and Juan started doing the same. Then they each took a bar of soap and washcloth and lathered up. Part of the pleasure of a Japanese bath, they found, was lathering and scrubbing each other. Then more buckets of hot water until all the soap was rinsed off. Finally, thoroughly clean, they were ready to join the others for a long hot soak in the tub. Scott introduced the newcomers to the others, and spent time translating the boys' endless string of questions. The men seemed pleased to have these bright energetic young visitors join them. As they were drying off, Scott took Malcolm aside. "Listen, I know a ryokan can induce a lot of romantic feelings so if you and the Mrs. want to get it on, don't worry about the thin walls. Remember, I'm married too, so if I hear anything, it won't bother me. Enjoy your stay here. This hot bath will probably make your sons sleepy, anyway." Maria was already changed for bed when they got back to the room. The boys wanted to compare her bath experience with theirs and drilled her on every detail, while she kept trying to have them soften their voices. Malcolm, speaking softly, mentioned how he had decided not to correct Scott's misunderstanding about his relation to Maria and the boys. "OK, Daddy," Juan giggled. "You scamp." Malcolm pulled both boys down on the mattress and started wrestling them. Then remembering the fragile paper panels, stopped and pulled their mattress away from the walls. Later Scott smiled as he listened to the noises of lustful sex coming from the room next door, and thought about his lovely wife back home. .oOo. Malcolm and the boys were still naked the next morning when Fujin Tonomi pushed aside the wall and brought in the breakfast. They hustled to don robes, but she didn't show any embarrassment. On the table were a pot of green tea, miso soup, tofu, rice and pickles. As they began eating, the wall opened again. It was Scott, dressed in a suit. "I heard you up. Thought you could use these." He tossed them two dog-eared books, one a guide to Tokyo, the other a phrase book. "I got a slew of appointments today. I'll see you guys tonight." "You gonna dake a baf wid us?" "You bet, Pepito, I wouldn't miss it. You can soap my backside for me," he winked. "Have fun today." Juan grabbed the phrasebook while Malcolm began studying the guidebook. "I think we'll start with City Hall." That didn't sound too exciting to the boys. Juan tried to find the words for "Is that the best you can come up with?" It turned out that Tokyo City Hall has two towers with great observation decks. "Wow, dis is gool, Daddy." "Hehe, stop with the 'Daddy' already. But I knew the best way to get oriented is from the air. Look, way over there. That tiny house with the green roof. That's our ryokan. And there's a park across the street." Malcolm consulted the guidebook. "That's Shiba Park." He pointed out temples and other buildings. The boys saw another tall tower, Tokyo Tower. Maria had her eyes peeled way off on the horizon. "Look, boys. The sign says that's Mt. Fuji." .oOo. One morning, Scott told them that his appointment that day had been postponed, and he had the day free. He asked Malcolm if his wife and sons would like to get away from the city for a while. He rented a car and drove the family down the Isu peninsula to Shimoda. They stopped at Ryosenji Temple, where Scott told the boys about Commodore Perry. Further down the road they stopped briefly to look out at the Pacific Ocean. Juan noticed most of the boys and men were wearing very minimal beachwear. "That's called a fundoshi," Scott explained. "Basically, it's just a little piece of cloth to cover up your johnson with three straps attached that get tied in the back. I guess before WW2 it was what all guys wore here for underwear. Frankly, I can't see why a guy would want a wedgie up his ass all day long. Gimme boxers and a pair of good old swim trunks. Right, Malcolm?" Malcolm thought it was a good name, because it looked like fun to wear at the beach, if you had to wear someth! ing, that is. And it was definitely fun to watch all the little boy asses running around in fundoshis. They wound up the day at the Onsen (hot springs). As they luxuriated in the overheated pool, Malcolm remarked "You know what, Scott, Juan has been devouring your phrase book." Juan piped up, "Hehe, Japanese is a fun language. Mama, you know the word for boy? It's bo-i! And Mama? It's Mama. Hehe. And goodbye, get this, Mama, it's adiosu!" "Get out!" "Really! And penis is penisu. And anus is anusu. You just stick oo at the end of a word and you're talking Japanese! Heyu, I have-u to go-u to the bathroom-u. Hehe." "Now you're being silly. You boys better learn the word for I'm sorry, because I know someone is going to punch a hole in the wall before we leave Tokyo. I don't think it's sorry-u or even oops-u." Scott helped out," It's Ashikarazu, Juan." "Yeah, we better practice that one, Pepito. Ashikarazu, sorry I wore the wrong slippers in the bathroom. Ashikarazu, sorry I didn't rinse off all the soap. Ashikarazu, I giggled in the temple. Ashikarazu. Ashikarazu. Ashikarazu." .oOo. Juan's blog March 7 - Eshaku. We're seeing lots of neat stuff here in Tokyo. We know spring is almost here 'cause in Shiba Park, the cherry trees are starting to blossom. I bet back home, you guys still have snow. Hehe. Also, in that park is an old temple, and there's this rock with Buddha's footprints. And we saw a bunch of other temples too, and when we go inside we have to take off our shoes. We went to the Tokyo Northern Disaster Research Center, and that was so neat. You feel like you are in a real earthquake, with everything shaking. And guess what, guys! We went to the Sony building and played video games for free! And everywhere we go we keep seeing Hotei. Who is Hotei? He's this cute little god and he likes little kids and he carries a bag of gifts like Santa. We went to this really cool place for lunch today. We saw this picture of Atom Boy so we went inside. They call it a mawaru-zushi restaurant. You sit at a big counter and the chefs are in the middle and they keep putting dishes on to a belt and when you see something that looks good you grab it off the belt, but you better be right 'cause you can't put it back. Little pieces of raw fish. And this green stuff that tasted like really hot mustard. And octopus! And green bean ice cream for dessert! And each plate is a different color so at the end they charge you 'cause some colors cost more than others. It was fun. Adiosu, Juan .oOo. One day, Maria decided to go shopping, so Malcolm took the boys to Jido Kaikan, which means "Kids' Hall." They made crafts for their mother, played on the computers, and skated on the roof. Then they tried their luck at the unicycles. Mainly, they kept laughing at each other. Malcolm had the hardest time staying up. All of them kept admiring a Japanese boy who kept riding around like it was the most natural thing to ride on one wheel. He'd stop, smile at them, then ride off again, without ever dismounting. When he finally did get off, he came over and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Mamiko." "Eshaku, I'm Pepito." "I'm Juan." Mamiko, who turned out to be twelve, was glad for the opportunity to practice his English. He offered to give the boys a few unicycle tips, and soon they were riding circles (well, lopsided circles) around Malcolm. "Mamiko, I was about to take Juan and Pepito to lunch at McDonald's. Why not join us?" Over Big Macs and Fries, the boys learned more about each other. Mamiko took Sumo lessons and in his estimation was pretty good. His dream was to be Makuuchi some day. Next year, his teacher is going to help him get into a heya (stable). Thirteen is the minimum age for professional sumo wrestlers. The boys were fascinated, so Mamiko explained what the heya is like. The oyakata who runs the stable is very strict. As a Jonokuchi, a beginner, Mamiko will have to train, go to school, and also do chores like cleaning up, or running errands. Whatever the oyakata says goes. Mamiko asked if they wanted to watch a wrestling match and of course they said yes. He said his father was bringing him to see one that evening. Back at the ryokan for supper, Maria tried to show the men the lovely kimonos she bought, but they were too excited about the wrestling to even feign interest. Scott agreed that a sumo bout is a must for anyone visiting Japan. So after supper, Malcolm hired a cab to take them to Ryogoku Kokugikan. They met Mimiko and his father in the lobby who led them to their seats. First all the wrestlers or rikishi came out and formed a circle in the dohyo. They were all very fat. Each one wore an elaborate kesho-mawashi, that looked like an apron. On top of his head was a ball of hair like the Sikhs wore in India, but without the turban. After they were all introduced, they turned around and from the back they were naked except for like a thick thong called a mawashi. A Shinto priest prayed for blessings for all the rikishi. Later when they came out in twos to fight, they wore only the mawashi. There's a referee called a gyoji. When the rikishi stepped into the dohyo, they stomped! their feet and clapped and threw salt. Then they crouched and stared at each other. Suddenly they jumped up, charged toward each other, and one of them pushed the other out of the ring. After all the long preparation, the actual battle seemed to be over in a flash! But the boys loved it. That night, after their bath, the boys used some towels to fashion themselves mawashi, then pretended to square off and push each other out of an invisible dohyo. Malcolm thought sure someone was going to crash through the wall. Maria took one of Pepito's pajamas (which weren't getting much use on this trip anyway) cut them up and sewed little mawashi for the bears. Malcolm was much happier acting as gyoji for the two little furry rikishi. Somehow, Oso and Rascal both won an equal number of matches. .oOo. "Why did we have to leave so early, Malcolm? We didn't even eat breakfast." "Fujin Tonomi packed up a nice meal for us to eat along the way, boys. She called it a bento. I really wanted to get an early start today. I think there might be a lot of traffic on the road to Komaki. March 15th is a very special day." "Dat's de ides of March. Dat's when Julius Caesar died." "You're right, Pepito. But in Komaki it's a happy day. It's called Hounen Matsuri and it's like Carnivale and Martini and Thanksgiving all in one. And I know lots of tourists are going to be there." "Señor Malcolm, that sounds exciting." Maria asked, "What are they celebrating?" "You'll see, Maria. It's something Juan, and Pepito, and me like to celebrate all the time. And I know you'll like it too, Maria." "You're being very mysterious, Señor Malcolm." Now it was his turn to smile. This time he was the one with the secret. They did indeed encounter traffic jams, and at least they had something to eat while they crept toward Komaki. Eventually, they came to an officer who was directing the cars into a parking lot. "I guess we walk from here." They joined the mass of people, both Japanese and foreigners, swarming toward the festival. Maria noticed children with rather odd shaped balloons. "Malcolm, those balloons look like, uh, . . ." "Cocks!" shouted Pepito. "Hehe." Sure enough, they began seeing flags, signs and banners with gigantic phalluses. Along the roadside people were stopping at little shrines with large carved stone penises. Malcolm's entourage was bug-eyed. They stopped at a food stand and saw doughnuts, cookies, chocolate candy, and other delicious treats all shaped like dicks. They bought some lollipops which the boys delighted in sucking. "This place is amazing!" The souvenir stands sold, in addition to dildos made of every conceivable material, penis key chains, penis soaps, penis pillows, penis candles, penis bells, and penis whistles that gave new meaning to the term, "blow job." They found a place to eat lunch and even the fish was shaped like a dick. Maria had a small cup of sake. Juan wanted to take lots of pictures. "That guy looks like the guy who was in the sumo dohyo with the wrestlers." "Yes, he's another Shinto priest." Malcolm explained, "You see, boys, Hounen means harvest. Today the priests will pray for a good harvest. The penis symbolizes reproduction. You're going to see lots of Japanese women here today. They come to be blessed so they will have children." "Mama, maybe you'll have more children!" "Gustar, no. Not without a husband, hehe." At 2 PM, the parade started. The priests came down the hill from the Shinmei Sha shrine, carrying an eight-foot long wooden penis. Japanese women, carrying their own two-foot phalluses, stepped forward to touch the big one as it passed. Parents held little girls younger than Pepito up to get blessed by "the big one." The god Sarutahiko-no-okami walked in front, and Juan thought his long nose looked like a cock. The sake-filled tourists were all frantically taking pictures. "Hey, little brother, how would you like to suck that one, Pepito? Hehe." "How would you lige to get it stug up your ass, Juan." "Ouch!!!" Both boys were giggling, but so were most of the visitors. In a few hours, everyone began heading back home. Maria had a one-foot wooden phallus, beautifully carved, rising from symmetric testicles, with every winding vein on the shaft carved in high relief. "It was so beautiful, I couldn't resist. It's the work of a true artist. Also, it reminds me of my Pedro, God bless his soul. I have no idea what I'm going to do with it back in Minnesota." "Juan and Pepito knew what they were going to do (or try doing) with their six-inch plastic dicks. And they made sure to buy two nice bright pink ones on strings, which were being sold as necklaces, but the boys planned to put them on their bears. Back at the ryokan, that night, the family excitedly told Scott about their day and showed him their souvenirs. Scott shook his head. "Don't think I'll ever go there. My wife might find out. She'd kill me! Maria, you're a good sport to let your husband and sons do this." Malcolm made sure the boys thoroughly washed their dildos and that night in bed he helped Juan apply some KY and try his out. "Wow, that feels so fuckin great," Juan whispered remembering their neighbor. He laid back, eyes closed, legs splayed, and moved his new toy in and out with his hand. Pepito wanted to try his also, but of course he couldn't get it in. Malcolm kissed him, put a big dollop of KY on the boy's tight sphincter, and gently pushed his pinky in to the first knuckle. "Gracias, Señor Malgum, I love your finger in there. It's nice." Pepito took Malcolm's free hand and gripped his middle finger with both fists to remind him of his promise.