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Curious Japanese Boy Satisfied
by Andy Macdonald (andymacdon@hotmail.com)
***
A gay British man has a thing for young Japanese guys
and is able to sate that need on a regular basis with
willing partners. (MMM, intr, asian)
***
I was a young British man in Japan, a foreigner, a
gaijan. To the Japanese people I suppose I must have
seemed a bit exotic, taller than they were, blond hair
instead of their ubiquitous black, slant eyes. Tanned
skin. To me, the Japanese were very beautiful and spoke
a language about which I knew nothing. However, I did
find some similarities which required absolutely no
translation! Young Oriental guys just have to be the
best fucks around. I should know, I've fucked a whole
lot of them!
They're constructed in a perfect combination:
seductive, almond-shaped eyes, with deep brown or black
irises, beautiful, smooth, usually virtually hairless
olive or tanned skin. Nice slim waist, firm, pert
buttocks. Small, very kissable mouths. And most of all,
hidden in a deep, exciting ass-crack, those tight
almost hairless little assholes.
And man, do those Oriental guys know how to fuck! They
might act all shy and sweet in public, but get them
alone and naked, and man oh man they sure know how to
satisfy a guy, shagging like a wild animal.
That night I was out on the hunt. A prowling, hunting
male looking to satisfy the sexual hunger that had lain
dormant for several days now, flaring into a needful
lust every time I saw a polite, bowing, cute young
Japanese male, especially if I happened to be behind
him when he bowed!
I searched out a club in Tokyo, a club recommended to
me by one of my friends in New York. He had said it was
a place to meet guys, to talk and drink and probably
more... much more.
When I entered the club, I soon found myself surrounded
by a group of curious young Japanese guys who crowded
round me and talked and laughed among themselves. These
young men, none of whom appeared older than 19, spoke
rapid-fire Japanese, smoked incessantly, and drank a
lot. They jostled and postured. Cuffed each other and
watched the new arrivals with a keen interest.
When I walked in, they paused momentarily and crowded
around me. One asked me if I wanted a drink. I nodded
and he quickly returned with a beer. They started
talking again, only this time, the talk was mixed with
laughter and gestures. I wondered if they were laughing
at me or whether they found me as attractive as I most
certainly found just about every one of them. I decided
to stick around and find out.
My decision had proven to be a good one, as one of the
guys, really cute looking, came up to me and asked me
to dance. We sauntered out on to the floor where he
started gyrating to the techno music blaring from the
sound system. In the flashing lights he glowed. His
movements were both graceful and provocative at the
same time, like a sinuous wild cat. Meanwhile, his
friends continued to tease him from the side of the
floor about the young British guy - me.
If only I had been able to understand their remarks.
Were they teasing him because they believed that
British men have bigger cocks than Japanese men? Were
they laughing at my apparent awkwardness in Japan
because I'm much taller and blonde? I didn't know. I
did know that they were curious.
The music changed to a slow song. He became oblivious
to his friends and instead decided to concentrate on
me. He grabbed me and held me. Finally, I had a chance
to relax for a moment. I revelled in his hot, young
body, hard with muscle and clamped to mine as we moved
to the rhythm of the music. He smelled fresh, young,
and sexy in total contrast to what I would have
expected of this young whore-boy - for that is what I
was sure that he must be. His face was that of a cheeky
teen-ager.
I closed my eyes and imagined him naked: so vulnerable
to my raging, ravishing plans. So pink and white with
black hair and slanting, mocking eyes. I imagined him
spread out and available on my hotel bed, looking up at
me and anxiously awaiting my gaijan approaches. I
almost came in my pants at the thought, I was sure I
would never get to be so lucky. Instead, I
concentrated on dancing with him.
Soon, the music changed again. He was rejoined by his
friends. The guys gossiped and teased me with their
smiles, many of them trying to flirt with me despite
the fact that we hadn't got a common language. They
pointed at me and mimed indecently. My partner brought
me close to his little group of friends as if to show
me off to them. They nodded and asked him questions. He
giggled and gave coy replies and then jerked my hand in
the direction of the dance floor, where we remained
until the bar closed.
When we went to collect our coats, I assumed I would be
returning to my hotel alone. But No! - my cute young
friend in his tight t-shirt and skin hugging blue jeans
stood on tip-toe and whispered in my ear, "You -- make
love?"
What more could I say? I had already undressed and
fucked him mentally, fucked him like a wild animal.
Yes," I muttered, thinking about the effect these
smart, sexy, beautiful young men had on me and what I
adore to do to them.
I like to start off licking and sucking their chests. I
do this for about 10 minutes until the nipples are hard
and erect and the guy is starting to groan in ecstasy
Then I move down to the private area, and start
sniffing and licking their too. At this point the young
man usually starts groaning and panting REALLY loudly
and enthusiastically - realising that he is in for an
unusually good time.
Once he is nice and horny, probably oozing a little
sticky pre-cum, I gently persuade my oriental mini-hunk
to start sucking my cock. I've found that it's worth
warming them up first by sucking their little nipples
and slobbering on their sexual equipment, and it
certainly makes it a more memorable experience.
I really don't like doing this to Western guys with
their big, hairy groins - YUK! But those Oriental
guys... there's nothing I love more than sniffing
around their beautiful hot, musky pricks and bollocks.
Whilst the cute little guy sucks my cock, I like to
watch as my wicked weapon goes in and out of his
beautiful little mouth, framed by his exotic-looking
face and those amazing eyes staring up at me... Every
guy is different, but I've never had an Oriental guy
that wasn't an amazing cock-sucker It seems to be
natural instinct or something, but all of them that I
have tried seem to be expert at pleasing another man
with their mouths. Around this time I start stroking
and massaging the guy's cock with my hands, then I
grope up and down his hot, steamy ass-crack, gliding my
finger-tips over his cute little entrance. I Insert a
finger into the guy's hole, moving them in and out of
his sweat-soaked ring. First I feel it try to resist
the impertinent invader, then my finger gains an
entrance and I feel the hot ring of muscle spasm and
grip as the jolts of pleasure shoot through his cute
young body. All the while he's continuing to suck my
cock like a starved calf.
By now, the Oriental guy is usually getting close to
his orgasm, and I make sure to ease off the sexual
stimulation I'm giving his eager body. Soon it will be
time to shove my long, fat cock into his little
Oriental man-cunt. Due to all my careful preparation
there is usually no problem in easily inserting my
member inside right up to it's full length, despite the
Oriental guy's really petite hole. The guys just start
moaning and thrashing around as I repeatedly pummel
into their tight, nearly hairless assholes. I like to
fuck them deep and hard with my long shaft stuck in
right up to my balls. Most of the cute wide-eyed cock-
slaves have cum by now, and I usually can't control
myself from cumming also. Most of the time they want me
to keep going, so I switch round and into a 69 position
so that we can both get back to sucking each other's
equipment again until my cock has recovered, then I
fuck them a second time. Once just isn't enough for me
when I've got a hot and horny little oriental guy to
suck and fuck with.
"Good," said my sex-catch of the evening as he ground
his pert little ass up against my bulging crotch. I
couldn't believe it. I was going to get to fuck this
gorgeous example of cute Japanese youth? Unbelievable.
He really seemed to want me? Too much. Was I going to
ruin this guy for other Japanese men with my big
British cock forging up his tight little ass? I didn't
even know his name. All I knew was that he was
unbelievable sexy and he wanted me to go home with him.
Once outside the bar, he hailed a taxi. We piled into
the back seat and drove through the brightly lit Tokyo
night. He leaned over and rested his head on my
shoulder. I smelt him. Smelt his sweat and his young
maleness and my cock surged inside my underpants.
The car stopped. He paid the driver and bid him
goodbye. Then grabbed me by the hand and led me up to
his place, a small one-room studio apartment.
"Kiss me...." he said. I did. He didn't quit. I didn't
mind.
We had barely got inside and shut the door when he
dragged off his t-shirt and wriggled out of his skin-
tight jeans, standing in front of me left with just a
skimpy pair of white cotton briefs.
I was in shock as he was more beautiful than I had ever
dreamed. White skin, a perfectly shaped, muscled chest
without a wisp of hair, tiny, pointy nipples, dark
brown and contrasting with the pure white skin around
them. A perfect small ass whose pertness was sort of
emphasised by the tight white cotton of his underwear
and beautiful long, muscled legs. He was obviously a
randy little guy, too, his prick jutted out from his
cotton briefs like a Samuri sword. Stiff as a rod.
Altogether he was the picture of perfection. His short,
shiny black hair made him look like the cutest male
mannequin. I couldn't stop admiring him. He sat down on
the futon.
"You -- make love?"
"Yes..."
I sat next to him and started to kiss him and caress
him. But he didn't seem to want that. Instead, he
wanted to have a good close look at what he'd managed
to captured from the club. He was obviously very
curious. He needed badly to check out my equipment, to
see if that story about Western endowment was true! He
unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it back off my
shoulders.
"Ahhhh," he breathed in delight as he stood on tip-toes
and rubbed his face across my chest, delving his nose
into my armpits and breathing excitedly. Then he
attacked my slacks. Taking hold of the zipper he eased
it down, rubbing his hands over my engorged cock as he
did so.
"It feel -- soooo biiiig," he sighed.
He opened up my flies and eased my slacks down over my
hips, then gripped the waistband of my boxers and slid
them down over my hips. He sat back and gazed in
rapture as my eager cock sprang erect, thwacking
against my taut stomach.
"Is true" he breathed, "Oh I want -- I need -- I must
have"
"He rubbed his fingers through my luxuriant blond bush,
"Yessss," he hissed.
Shivers went up my spine. "I'm really going to fuck the
living hell out of this beautiful mini-hunk of a guy...
and he obviously wants it so badly."
Now I took the initiative, shoving him back onto the
futon and rolling him over onto his back. I put my head
between his legs and smelt around his sexy crotch, then
I started to lick his cock. The hard muscle of his
thighs enveloped me. He tasted the way he smelt --
innocent, yet sensual. He clawed the back of my neck
and purred deep within his throat like a contented cat.
I suctioned his cute 6 inches, working my lips tightly
up and down the veined shaft. I licked his cute little
ball sack, knowing that his tight gonads were filled
with Japanese semen. Spunk that would lance its way
out through his rigid prick.
Suddenly he withdrew his rampant organ from my mouth
and spun round and worked his pretty little bum crack
onto my frantic cock, he slid up and down like a randy
bitch and I felt the anxious head of my weapon graze
over the muscled rose-bud of his asshole. He felt it
too and wriggled and maneuvered until my penis was
centered on the entrance to his love-tunnel. He
graunched backwards and impaled himself on to the
invader, now he had my cock in his hand, guiding it,
steadying it so that it would impale into his itching
asshole. He was indicating that I should make love to
him. I lunged into him. Inside, he was soft and silky.
He pulled himself close to me, then, as I eased my cock
outwards, he quickly ejected it and spun round and fell
back onto the bed, somehow managing to drag me down on
top of him. Now I was frantic with lust, my cock had
felt the gripping, heated power of his cute little ass,
it was desperate to return and plunder this sexy
target. He dug his nails into my back like an ally-cat.
I concentr
ated on pleasing him, with each stroke, I felt myself
closer to coming. He moved with me.
"Faster...." he whispered. "Faster! Harder! Fuck me!
F u u u c k M e e e!!"
I closed my eyes and pounded him. Images of him lying
beneath me screaming silently raced through my head. "I
am taking advantage of him. This isn't right..." Yet,
I continued to pound him while he breathed deeply and
rode out the storm with me, thrusting his ass up to
meet my frantic downward lunges. We were moving
together like a pistoning machine in the primitive
fuck-movements that would lead to our inevitable
orgasms.
I thrust ever deeper until, with my leg muscles
shaking, my whole body rigid with desire, I jetted and
jolted my Western semen deep within his eager,
thrashing young body. I pulled out--exhausted and
sweating. He was smiling, a satisfied looking smile. I
took him in my arms and held him a moment. He wriggled
free, went over to his table and found a cigarette.
"You... want?" He asked.
I refused. I was out of breath.
He dragged deeply and then exhaled a plume of blue
smoke. His smoking was somehow sexy and mysterious. He
finished the cigarette and ground it out in the crystal
ashtray.
"You do again?"
How could I refuse? I couldn't. I thought that he had
been satisfied but obviously some curiosity remained. I
was spent and sweating, yet I wanted him. He started
kissing me. Now that there were no clothes to remove it
made everything seem less awkward. Nothing to come
between us. He grabbed my cock. I tried to pull back.
My mind wasn't allowing my body to do what it wanted.
He pushed me back on his futon and mounted me.
Oh Yessssss! There I was, knees on either side of his
buttocks, hands spreading his ass to get a better look
at my cock which was completely embedded balls-deep and
unmoving in his anus. I was simply enjoying the
pulsations of his butt. Those spasms somehow managed to
squeeze the entire length of my hard cock from its base
(surrounded by the muscled ring of his distended anus)
to the tip of my throbbing penis buried in his
intestines. I wasn't looking at anything in particular
when I rolled my head back inhaling the sweet odor of
sex-musk and sweat that flooded through the thick air
of the room. His small cute buttocks pushed up and
back, twisting slightly to bend my cock at the root,
again gripping my shaft so tight my eyes popped open.
God, just feeling his ass as he fucked my cock so
sweetly was awesome. How these Japanese guys could
fuck!
I ploughed his ass-furrow and did my level best to hold
back so that I could enjoy this once-in-a-lifetime
FUCK. He was grunting pretty regularly now... about
every third time he raised his bottom to push my cock
into his ass a low groan escaped his lips. And God
Bless his gorgeous ass, each time he pushed back, I was
treated to a cock-squeezing from his intestinal canal.
Reaching up to his hair, I gripped it and dragged his
head back and started to ride that ass, slowly pulling
out a little and plunging back in pushing his anus
inward as I stuck my cock in to the root. Now those
grunts were a lot more frequent, matching my cock's
descent into his body. I had half the length of my
prick sunk in on the outstroke and all of the seven
inches driven in at the pause. You see, I like to wait
for a few seconds when my cock is completely buried in
a guy's bum to savor the involuntary little embraces of
love....I could feel the muscle ridges of his ass
caress my cockhead on it passage back and forth.
The heat of his bum was awesome and the sweat, running
down in streams off my chest lubed my cock each time I
managed to forcibly pull out of his gripping ass. Oh
Wow! for a moment I thought he might just rip my cock
off at the root and leave it stuck up his rear!
Suddenly, I was powerless, possessed by my lust, yet,
it felt right, I was in control of the situation, for
it had been he who had taken my cock in his hands and
started to play with it and then jumped on top of me
and slid it into himself. I tried to slow down a bit,
but I was already gone on this wild ride and I figured
it was best to enjoy it. All too soon, he started to
moan and jerk. I felt myself about to come as well.
Suddenly, he screamed and collapsed head-first onto the
futon. I grabbed him by the waist and held him. He was
sweating and spent. I jammed my cock even deeper, if
that was possible, held it deep within him and felt the
jolts of spunk spasm out of my marauding penis and deep
into his gorgeous young male body. Then I pulled back
slowly and he eased himself off of me. We lay together
on his futon for several moments without saying a word.
I fell into a deep sleep but later woke to hear: "I
want you again," he crawled into my arms. I kissed him.
He kissed back and started to dig his nails into my
chest and stomach.
Soon, he had my cock in his mouth. I was in heaven.
his tongue rolled over the head of my cock. I wanted to
come, but held back, not knowing if he would be
revolted if I were to come in his mouth. Gently, I
pushed him back. He then climbed on top of me and
started to fuck his tight little asshole on me again.
This time, slowly. He was tired. I held him as he
worked himself up and down on me. He started to come.
I felt him tighten and twitch. I rubbed his back. He
moaned. I grabbed him tightly and came hard. We melted
together. I pulled out. We were spent. Exhausted.
In a moment, He looked over towards me and said,
"Again?"
"No. Too tired."
"Oh. You go home now?"
"Yes."
I found my clothing quickly. My legs were like rubber
bands and the rest of me ached, but felt somehow like
Superman. It was 5 AM. Tokyo was still bright with neon
lights and teeming with cars and people. I hailed a
taxi and returned to my hotel. On the way up the
elevator, I suddenly realized that I had no name to go
with the memory of that cute young face and that pert
little fuck-body. But I was sure that I had provided
some satisfaction.
***
If you're curious for more or if my story satisfied
you, why not e-mail me at: andymacdon@hotmail.com
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