Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2007 08:02:12 -0400 (EDT)
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
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
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Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and
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The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any
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"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.