Intro

One of your “true stories,” is actually about me – and not the writer. My experience was let out of the bag by one of the participants and has become a small urban myth in Tokyo. This is to set the record straight
I had known a smallest 20 something guy in Japan. He had come to my English school to check out lessons, but decided not to sign up, but I kept running into him on the train. I assumed he was gay, but later found out that he wasn’t – he wanted an American girlfriend – so I just assumed he was gay and didn’t know it yet. A couple of months passed, and during the summer holiday when the country all but shuts down he showed up at my doorstep. I was surprised to see him, and invited him in for a beer. He had on tan cargo shorts, with a olive T-shirt, and when he asked if he should take off his tan suede hiking boots, I told him it wasn’t necessary. My apartment was an old shell of a place atop a liquor store and another old apartment that the liquor storeowner used for storage. The place had been slated for demolition for years, but with the crash in land prices that had never happened. A former student, who owned the building, let me have it rent-free.
Anyway. Ichi and I are in a little room off the main hall that was carpeted and had AC. We sat on the couch and drank and just shot the breeze. I had nothing on save for a T-Shirt and gym shorts over jockeys. I noticed that “Ich” kept copping looks at my crouch. He then commented on how long my legs were, and that I had a “butt up,” or a rounded ass. “Really?” I stood up with my ass to him and turned to check it out. “You think it’s nice?” “Yeess,” he nodded slowly and quietly. I thought, what the hell. I never had a gay affair, but since meeting Ich, he had been the mental picture during masturbation whenever I fantasized about it.
“Do you want to see it?”
“Okay,” he nodded with a serious look on his face. With my back to him I pulled the shorts and the jockeys off in one motion bending over. I stood straight with the shorts in my left hand covering my now hard cock, Japanese locker room style.
“Sagoi!’ He approved. I told him this was a secret, and he readily agreed. I then asked to see his and had to coax him a bit. He did as I had done and we were both covering our little hard-ons while we checked each other’s asses out. He had light tan skin and was built like a young girl with smallish, though not flat butt to match. I told him his was nice, but he disagreed and said he would rather have my body. I stroked my ass with my free hand, and was all but sure something was going to happen as I felt the jiz drooling out of my cock and felt it seeping through my shorts.
“You want to touch it?”
“Really?” “Yea.” He started to rub his hand up and down it. I then bent over slightly and whacked it my free hand – my ass, that is. “You want to spank it?” “Really!,… Okay.” I bent over the easy chair and braced my self with my right hand, still covering my cock. He slapped my ass timidly. I told him harder. Again. Harder. The third one stung and took my breath away a bit. I said, “Moo ichidoo, kudasai!” – Once more please! – again and again and in the process dropped my shorts so that I could brace myself with both hands. To my right, in the full-length mirror on the door it looked ridiculous. Me bent over with my ass in the air, my cock and a growing line of jism bouncing with each smack, and Ich, with his left hand on my back smacking me with his right and his cock! My first look at a full hard on in the flesh. It was longer than my 6 inches by a tad, but thinner. It was honey colored with a spade head. An American girl I knew in Japan had once told me that if I was gonna’ try gay sex, do it in Japan cuz Japanese guys have the prettiest cocks. This was the first time I had taken that statement seriously. I knew at that point he would at least let me suck him off, if for no other reason than relief. After about the sixth slap the stinging was too much and I jumped up and started rubbing ass, and trying to catch my breath, said thank you, in case he was getting afraid of what I might do next.