Date: Mon, 20 Mar 2006 00:25:51 -0500
From: amcterrapin@netscape.net
Subject: Hokkaido lover

This a work of fiction with explicit sex scenes between two men. Do not
read if you are offended by such material. Copyright 2006 By A McLaughlin.


I love Japan, I love everything about it and go back whenever my job with a
large shipping firm gives me the chance. As a gay man, I always had a
fondness for Asian men though most of those encounters were
transactional. That's ok I enjoyed playing the field and if I couldn't get
a dish of rice I was fine with whatever I found. It was all candy for me
and I never allowed myself to get hung up on anyone.

Except for this one guy. It was a few years ago when I decided to visit my
favorite spot nestled in the mountains near the resort town of Noboribetsu
on the rugged island of Hokkaido.

The trip had taken too long and I couldn't get a taxi so I ended up having
to walk two miles through a light snow. I arrived at the ryokan, a
traditional style inn, cold, wet and tired. I knew the drill and bowed to
the owner of the ancient looking place, a tiny woman named Saki, as I
removed my shoes at the entrance. She beamed a greeting as she saw my large
frame. They don't see many gaijin- foreigners, but Saki knew me from other
visits. Besides, with my short blonde hair, blue eyes and big physique I
was hard to forget. She quickly escorted me to my regular room, "wind in
the willows" it was called, so I could change out my soggy clothes and
promised to have them dried by the time I was ready for dinner. It was
small and clean with tatami mats and shoji doors. I opened the sliding door
on the other side of the room and was afforded a view of an inner garden of
small pines dusted with snow. Beyond thick glass of course, the inn wasn't
entirely primitive, it had electricity, and modern toilets but no phones or
TVs thank god.

I changed into a cotton yukata, a short kimono that reached to just above
my knees. I had been given the biggest one but it was still a tight fit
around the old gut. It had been too many years since I played football in
college.

I padded down the long hallway to the hot springs behind the hotel.
Although landscaped, it had a natural look to it with craggy rocks, and
plants hovering near the steaming pools. The inn was deserted this time of
year so I had the place to myself. I removed the robe, soaped up my hairy
body then washed it off before slowly sinking into a hot pool of water.

Ahhh, nothing like a scalding ofuro to wash away ones aches and pains. I
leaned back and closed my eyes enjoying the warmth and quiet. A few minutes
later, I heard someone quietly slip in to the water as I remained still
with my eyes closed. The bath was big enough to accommodate five or six
people easily. Communal bathing is common in Japan which is fine with me,
it gives me a chance to check out the guys.

The sound of approaching voices got my attention and opening my eyes I
caught sight of two guys coming toward the large pool. They stopped talking
when they saw me and entered with blank expressions. They weren't hostile
just remote but I wondered if they resented the presence of a foreigner.
The man who had been silently sharing the bath gave me a slight bow of the
head when I noticed him at last. The two others looked offended as if he
had no business smiling to a gaiijn. Assholes, I decided and leaned my head
back again to watch the men from half closed eyes.

The two newcomers were business men types I could tell. They had a slight
paunch and the slick back hair so common among salaried men as they talked
in low tones about some stupid business. Man were they out of touch with
the serene setting. The other man remained silent as he gently moved his
arms back and forth in the water. He was slight of build like most Asians
with a light buttery complexion. His hair was short and parted in the
middle. He was in his mid twenties I suppose but I always found it
impossible to guess the age of Japanese. He was beautiful to look at. The
two nerdy types were flushed from the heat and left after a few
minutes. Wimps.

I noticed the young guy kept looking in my direction yet trying to give the
appearance of not looking. I decided to see what was up with this. I was
getting hot anyway so I got up quickly and left the pool. I doused myself
with a basin of water, enjoying the feel of cold water sliding over me.
When I turned back toward the bath the young man glanced away but not
before I caught him eyeing my thick cock and balls. I returned to the warm
water with a loud sigh.

"Nice, isn't it?" I said to him in Japanese. He looked surprised that I
spoke the language and nodded.

"You come here often?" I said making conversation. His face clouded for an
instant.

"I work here." he answered simply in the distinctive northern accent. He's
not ainu, the aboriginal natives of the island, I thought, as he had the
high cheekbones and smooth skin of a typical Japanese.

"It must be great to live out here." I said but he seemed slightly
embarrassed and looked off in the direction the two nerds had gone. In a
flash of insight I realized the business suits were offended by him not me.
He was the naive country boy to their sophisticated city dweller. Now they
really stuck me as assholes.

"My name is Mike Copper, like the metal." I introduced myself.

"Akira." he said bobbing his head politely. We chatted for a few minutes
about the weather, it started to snow again, I asked about good fishing
spots and he recommended some hiking trails. It was very causal and safe, I
found such idle talk a good way to break the cultural barrier and besides
he had a melodious voice and shy manner I found very sexy.

I tilted my head from side to side to free up a kink in my neck. To my
delight and surprise, Akira immediately offered to give me a massage. Who
am I to say no to such a thing?

It's moments like these I'm glad my gaydar was working as it was obvious by
now he was interested in me. I turned my back to him and he expertly rubbed
my broad shoulder and neck with his small but remarkably strong hands. He
enjoyed the task as his hands wandered over my back. I found myself lost in
pleasure as he worked magic on me. He boldly brought his hands around to my
chest and pinched my nipples gently. I threw my head back and moaned.

Suddenly I had an intense desire to possess the man fondling me. I needed
to take him and feel every inch of his soft young flesh against mine. I was
so turned on I wanted to fuck him on the spot. Then I realized Saki would
disapprove of me screwing the hired help out in the open so I resisted the
temptation.

I was getting overwhelmed with arousal and the heat and suggested we
continue this in my room. He hesitated, perhaps worrying he would get in
trouble with the boss. Saki could be very strict with her staff.

"Why don't you get me some sake and bring it to my room?" I offered as a
solution to his dilemma and he nodded approvingly. We got out, dried off
and put on our robes. He scurried back to the main building while I
strolled back to my room.

The futon and bedding had already been laid out on the floor. I closed the
shoji facing the garden for more privacy and arranged two pillows next to a
small table while I waited for Akira's return with the anticipation of
exploring his fine body.

I mused on my good luck finding a stud so soon and the mutual attraction.
The Japanese are as curious about westerners as we are of them. They are
especially fascinated with blondes, female and male. They are desired by
the rich businessman as a trophy, an extravagance. I have been approached
many a times by rich executives to escort them to some function as a sign
of their achievement and wealth. Seeing through the game and not wishing to
be a part of it, I have told them to fuck off, nicely of course.

There was a soft knock at the door and he entered carrying a tray with a
small bottle of the potent rice wine and two cups. He was wearing a long
black silk robe tied with a white sash. His pale skin and mincing steps
reminded me of a geisha as he knelt down to place the tray on the table
next to me. He sat on the other square pillow and poured a cup. As custom I
poured one for him. We raised our thimble sized cups and sipped the warm
liquid. I was sitting cross legged allowing a clear view of my genitals
under the short robe loosely wrapped around me. He openly stared at my
crotch for a moment and rearranged himself so he too sat exposing his
groin. I felt a familiar twitch in my loins and smiled warmly at him.

We talked as we finished off the bottle and I reminded him of the neck rub
he had been giving me. He situated himself behind me, pulling the robe off
my shoulders for better access. I'm fairly hairy and once more he wrapped
his arms around me, running his hands over my chest. He sighed, his head
resting on my shoulder as he combed his hands through the hair and massaged
my pecs. I held his hands there, arching my back slightly in response. His
left hand traveled down the treasure trail across my stomach, ending up
between my legs. He gave a small gasp as his hand took hold of my semi-hard
cock. I'm about average in length but thick and I have a lot of hair down
there.

I never cared for shaved pubes, I don't ascribe to the belief it makes you
look bigger. I like a nest of hair framing the jewels as it were. I reached
around and gently pulled him into my lap. He tensed slightly as I returned
the exploratory caress.

"What is it?" I asked, sensing his unease as I moved my hand to his dick.

"You will -- I am too small for you," he said almost inaudibly. I pulled
him into me, holding his smooth firm body to my chest.

"Ah no Akira, you are perfect." I whispered in his ear. That did the trick
and he relaxed in my arms.

It is always a good thing to compliment your lover, especially when it is
true. He remained still as I continued our foreplay. I don't like to rush
sex, none of that wham - bam - thank you - man, shit. The buildup, the
tension is all, leading to a shattering climax. One hopes anyway. My tongue
snaked along his neck, taking in his scent of straw and lavender. I nibbled
on his earlobe as my hand gripped his member with more determination. He
began to writhe but I held him firmly with my left arm easily wrapping
across his torso. So small, so compact, I was delighted by his delicate yet
tightly coiled body as he wiggled under my grasp. I cupped his balls in the
palm of my hand, a silky pouch of nectar waiting to be released. Oh sweet
anticipation.

I let go of him as I heaved a large sigh to relieve some of my own rising
tension. I commanded him to stand up and removed his robe, letting it fall
in a neat pile on the floor. I stood almost a foot taller than him as I
surveyed the slim man before me. I took hold of his arms and lifted him
ever so slightly, bending down to give him a kiss. He opened his mouth as
my tongue reached out to his. A small jolt of electricity shot straight to
my dick and it twitched in response.

"Oh Mike-san, I am so honored." he looked up at me in expectation. Was he
alone out here in the country?  Or was it the thought of a big gaijin
taking interest in him that had him bowled over?

American men are as mythically endowed by Asians as blacks are by whites.
I've seen plenty of blacks in the showers from the college football team to
dispel that myth.

"Akira you do me honor."  I said sincerely and he blushed in embarrassment.
He leaned forward and sucked on my right nipple. I placed my hand on his
head guiding him. I have very sensitive tits and nothing gets me going than
to have them sucked and bitten. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me
closer as he went after them like a starving child at his mothers breast.
My legs grew weak and I concentrated to keep myself upright under the
assault.

"Slow down."  I admonished and he immediately withdrew fearing he had gone
too far. I smiled to show no displeasure. I easily picked him up in my arms
and carried him to the futon where we laid down together. Now it was my
turn and I leaned over his petite frame to take his sweet brown nipple
between my lips. I growled with lust as I flicked the small nib with my
tongue.  He moaned as I held him in place with my right hand pressed to his
abdomen. I stopped my nibbling to gaze at him in wonder. The light was
suffused and soft on his skin giving it a porcelain appearance. His ribs
showed as he arched his back and panted heavily. His penis was erect and
waving toward his belly, a pearl of pre cum dropped near his navel and I
bent to lick it up, causing goose bumps to rise on his flesh. I nuzzled my
face against his pubic hair breathing in his scent.

I'm not into cock sucking, preferring a good fuck but his dark
uncircumcised shaft was irresistible. I placed my mouth over the member, an
average six inches worth and he convulsed at the feel of my tongue sliding
along it's length. God he tasted so good. I took hold of his balls and
gently massaged them. They felt tight and not wanting him to come too soon
I removed my mouth to gaze at his face. His eyes were screwed shut as he
strained to contain himself. He opened them to see my lustful grin. We
kissed again, letting our passion take over as we mashed our mouths
together; tongues wrestling. I pulled up the covers as we were getting
chilly and laid on top of him, bracing my arms on either side of him as he
caressed my back. I moved around until our dicks rubbed against each
other. They slid easily from the lubrication of pre cum as I humped him. I
knelt between his legs, bringing them up to allow me access to his ass. I
wet a finger and rubbed along his crack and seeing the ecstatic response, I
decided to really give him a ride.

I can hold off only so long and my dick was quivering to get into the
action. I turned him over and gently pulled him up so he was on his hands
and knees. His ass was completely exposed and I dove in. He gasped at the
sudden invasion as I pushed into his tight, and I mean, tight ass. I rested
a bit letting him get used to my thickness. I massaged his chest as he
relaxed, pushing in gently until I felt my balls resting against his
cheeks. Then the ride began. A slow fuck, riding on the sensation, like
riding a horse. The room was silent except for the sounds of his moans and
the soft wet sound of me moving in and out of him.

It didn't take as long to climax and when I did, rather when we both did,
it was a thunderous avalanche; an earth shaking shudder as a powerful wave
swept us away then, like the snow coming to a halt at the bottom of the
mountainside, silence.

We lay in the dark, while panting breath returned to normal. We had worked
up a sweat under the covers and threw them aside letting our bodies cool
along with the heat of our passion. We rested for a bit then he came close
to my face. He gazed into my eyes with a look of- I don't know- longing. I
felt his warm smooth flesh as he lay on top of me sucking my nips and
kissing me. He gently pushed my legs apart, settled between them and rested
his groin against mine, rubbing our cocks together while he ran his hands
over my chest.

The first time he had been hesitant almost timid. This time he was a demon
that played on my body like a crazed pianist. I was as excited as he and we
had a good time rolling around, pawing each other in lust. I began to suck
on his chest, deliberately not touching touch him except with my tongue in
a kind of sweet deliberate torture. I watched him slowly inflate until he
was completely erect then swooped down on him with my mouth causing him to
writhe under the assault. As he reached the pinnacle, he let out a
strangled scream and erupted like a volcano.

I think we both fell asleep at that point but eventually I felt him move
and woke to find the comforter pulled over us again and his warm body
snuggled up to mine.

"You are so warm like a pot of tea." he said playfully. He wrapped his arms
around me in a hug, squeezing as hard as he could. I found his attempt to
hold me still amusing and useless. I grabbed at his side tickling him until
he let go with a laugh.

"I will always remember this night," he said with sudden seriousness. He
said it with such finality I wondered if there was something wrong.

"What do you mean?"  I wondered out loud. I could see his face in the dim
light only inches from my own and that look of longing settled on him
again.

"Did you see the sunset yesterday?" he asked and I frowned at the off the
wall question.

"Yes."

"There will never be another sunset like it. Each day is new. This moment
will pass like a wave breaking on a shore and then--" He waved his hand as
if brushing something away. I frowned momentarily then broke into a laugh
at his deep thinking.

"So what, there will be more moments like this." I dismissed and he
remained silent, perhaps offended by my flippant tone. I'm not an
introspective sort given to brooding or soul searching. He laid his head on
my chest with a sigh and absently ran his hand over my body.

"I prefer to think of this as special," he said quietly.

If it was special he wanted, I would give him something special to
remember. I felt my dick begin to rise from his caressing. I pulled him
close to me and after some maneuvering, entered him for another ride. We
spent the rest of the night alternately sleeping and making love.

I woke just before dawn to see him gazing solemnly at me still wrapped in
my arms under the covers. A heavy fall of snow was visible out the open
door to the garden.The fat snowflakes looked like down feathers as they
drifted in slow motion. The beauty of the moment and Akira watching me was
overwhelming.

When I rose later that morning he was gone. I was used to a quick exit from
a lover; done with the throes of passion, they would leave. I shrugged the
night off and spent a few days going about my vacation. I took long walks,
checked out the nearby town and bought a few gifts to bring back home. I
didn't give Akira much though as I puttered around but that night with him
kept tugging at my mind.

I decided it was time for me to move on. I felt a slight pang of guilt
leaving without saying good bye but frankly I was beginning to have
feelings for him I wasn't comfortable with. He was great in bed but I
wasn't interested in anything more.

It was a lie I told myself as I headed home. Even as I dismissed him, I
wanted to be with him and the idea of not seeing him again bothered me. I
ached for him in a way I never had for anyone, which bothered me even more.

Now years later I returned to the inn to figure out why I still longed for
him. Just thinking about him got me hard and I looked forward to running my
hands over his smooth body.

It was early fall. The stifling heat of summer and the tourists were gone
as I arrived. When Saki brought me a pot of green tea I took the
opportunity to catch up.

"Does Akira still work here?"

I asked. She shook her head gravely. He became a monk she informed me and
was living at a monastery up in the hills.

A monk? Akira?  I pushed aside my shock as I looked at her with as blank an
expression as I could muster.  I casually inquired about where this
monastery was and would it be interesting enough to check out. I assumed
she didn't know about our liaison but a faint smile on her face as she left
made me wonder.

A monk, well, I had to find out what that was all about. Since it was still
early in the day I bathed, shaved and dressed for a hike.

It turned out to be a short but challenging hike along a trail through a
forest of towering pine trees. As I walked I wondered what the hell I was
going to say to him. Obviously asking him to come to the inn a for a fuck
was out of the question. Even though there were buddhist monks who married
I had the impression most were celibate. What compelled him to become a
monk? He didn't talk much about himself but I knew he lived a pretty
isolated life when he worked at the inn and that he was an orphan.

I suppose I could start with an overdue apology for leaving so abruptly but
that felt like a bad idea the more I thought on it. In a weird sort of way
I was hoping we could pick up where we left off but I wasn't sure where we
left off. I was getting more confused with each step.

I passed a group of men in heavy work clothes who were cutting some trees
and clearing land. It looked like maybe an expansion of the monastery. A
man wearing a hardhat and obviously in charge was airily giving directions
while waving an arm. I nodded to them and continued down the road to the
main entrance.

I wasn't sure how to announce myself since I've never been to a buddhist
monastery so I just walked up to the first person I saw. It was a young man
with a conical hat raking leaves near the stone wall around the compound.
He bowed and asked me to follow him. We walked through a large wooden gate
and he gestured for me to wait in the spotlessly clean courtyard. I paced
for a bit, still at a loss as to what to say to Akira. I wasn't even sure
why I was here and the austere, pure surroundings made me feel like I
didn't belong there.

A minute later Akira emerged from the main hall wearing the black robes of
a monk and smiled when he saw me. I felt a tingle of joy that he remembered
me.

"Copper-san, how good to see you again." he bowed slightly. I blushed at
his formal manner.

"Come on, Akira, it's me, Mike." We fell into silence just looking at each
other. He had put on some muscle and had a mature look about him. I had put
on weight too but in a sagging way and my short blonde hair was showing a
bit of gray at the temples which I became self conscious of while admiring
his shaved head that left a shadow of a hairline which accentuated his
beautiful oval face.

"You look good. " he said as it had only been a few days since we last
spoke. I shrugged unable to find a reply. He smiled again and it was the
smile of a contented being.  He gestured for me to follow him and we
entered the main hall, after I quickly removed my shoes, and we walked down
a along hallway to a small room where I sat on the floor on a cushion while
he prepared a cup of tea. His movements were sure and graceful, carefully
keeping the wide sleeve of his robe out of the way as he poured steaming
water into the cups.

"Do you remember the last time we were together?" he asked
conversationally. My brows jumped in anxiety. Was he angry, how did he
recall that night? I worried.

"Of course I do. I haven't been able to forget it." that didn't come out
right. It sounded snarky and I didn't intend that. I bit my lip at my
stupidity as he handed me a warm cup, still smiling. He hung the pot back
on the hook over the sunken fire pit and regarded it for a moment before
speaking.

"I have not forgotten it either. " he said at last. His voice was so warm I
knew there were no hard feelings and he understood what I had awkwardly
tried to say.

"I'm sorry I left so suddenly." I blurted and took a sip to steady myself.
He gave a small laugh.

"It was I who left suddenly." he said truthfully. He took a sip of his tea
as he composed his thoughts.

"I had decided to become a monk before I met you. " he said simply. I was
floored. My God, I groaned inwardly, I had deflowered a monk. I'm not a
religious man but something felt well, unsavory about the whole thing. My
face must have shown it.

"Oh, Akira, I had no idea." I muttered. He shook his head at my reaction.

"Don't worry you did nothing wrong. Historically there has been a lot of
this sort of behavior among monks -- I mean bedding with men. I think I
took advantage of you." he confessed with some amusement.

"I enjoyed being taken advantage of." and we laughed, breaking the tension.

"I'm glad you came. I always wanted to thank you for what you gave me that
night." his voice was tender as his gaze caressed me. I was puzzled.

"A beautiful sunset." he explained and it took me a minute before I smiled
in understanding.

Finished with the tea he gave me a short tour of the buildings that made up
the monastery. He had to get back his duties so he escorted me to the gate.
We stared at each other for a moment and I had the overwhelming desire to
embrace him and give him a kiss but thought it improper as two monks were
walking in for the afternoon mediation session. Akira sensed this and maybe
felt the same way but we did not move.

"Sayonara, Mike-san." he said at last with a deep bow. I returned the bow
and with one final smile I turned and walked away before he could see tears
welling in my eyes.

Sayonara means farewell but is rarely used unless one feels one will never
see the person again.

I returned to the hotel in time for an early dinner, I sat out in the
garden afterwards with tea and watched the sunset as I mulled over my
encounter with Akira.

Saki called to me and walked hesitantly over, apologizing for disturbing
me. I brushed it off and invited her to join me. She handed me a small
scroll tied with a ribbon explaining it was sent by Akira. I opened it to
find a spidery column of Japanese writing on the rice paper. I asked her to
translate it as I can barely read Japanese signs but anything hand written
is just a jumble of lines to me. She pulled out a pair of large glasses
from the sleeve of her kimono and peered at the writing for moment. She
accepted a cup of tea to clear her throat before speaking.

"Snow falls like cherry blossoms /
so why should I care, the copper pot warms me /
the tao is made clear for me."

After a moment of thinking I understood what Akira meant; appreciate the
moment. Like when I made love to him, like this moment.

I gave a small bow to the sunset and silently thanked Akira.



Postscript: the poem mentioned is a haiku. It usually has a reference to
seasons, has measured lines with a certain number of syllables (which can
get lost in translation from Japanese to English). Tao means way, as in the
path to enlightenment and is a buddhist concept.