Date: Fri, 26 Jun 1998 13:35:37 PDT
From: andy macdonald <andymacdon@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fun with a Japanese Toyboy

                       FUN WITH A JAPANESE TOY BOY
                       ===========================

                            by Andy Macdonald

I've always fancied Japanese young guys something rotten.  I've sometimes
wondered to myself why.  Perhaps it's because they're small, well
built, usually slim, hairless and most of them have lovely tight sexy
bums.  Another thing that I find about Japanese is that at any age up
to thirty they still look like teenagers.  The ones I've met are always
polite and as I said I usually fancy them like crazy.

It was a long time before I had the opportunity - and the courage - to 
try to have sex with a Japanese guy but when that opportunity did come 
along - Wow!

I was on a business trip to Tokyo and my contact there met me at the 
airport - thank goodness because Japan is a difficult place to try to 
get about in and if you don't have the help of a Japanese speaking guide 
all you usually see is the inside of an International type hotel and 
whatever sights the Japanese want their tourists to see.  You certainly 
don't see much of Japan nor come to think of it, much of Japanese men!

He recognised me at the arrival door as my Company had sent him a photo
of me.

"Macdonald-san?" he asked and when I nodded he bowed to me and offered 
his hand.  He had a cool, firm handshake and a pleasant smile. 

"I am Kaoru Osaki and the Company has assigned me to look after you
while you visit my country."

Now that can't be bad I thought to myself.  I did not then know how old
he was but although he must have been older, he looked about 19, a
beautiful clear complexion, large almond shaped eyes, a breath-taking
little body which was emphasised by his tight-fitting shirt and
buttock-hugging thin, shiny tan-coloured slacks.  He took one of my
cases and walked on ahead of me towards the exit door and the car park. 

Yep, he had that typical lovely, tight sexy bum and as soon as I saw him
I knew I wanted to get inside those slacks and start by exploring the
tiny briefs which I could see outlined through the thin cotton of his
tight trousers.  My cock twitched inside my own briefs at the thought
but - Steady Andy!  He's bound to be straight and I've no idea about the 
Japanese attitude to gay sex, perhaps someone should publish a paper on 
the subject.

We walked together to his car and drove off the airport onto the 
motorway.  It was uncomfortably hot and I was glad that I hadn't 
travelled in a suit but was dressed in a similar manner to Kaoru.  The 
traffic on the motorway was very dense and we were soon in a stop go 
situation.

"There's a lot of traffic", I said.

"Oh yes, it is vely busy load from airport to Tokyo", he replied and I 
loved the lilting way he spoke English.

The traffic remained heavy the whole fifty miles to the centre of the 
city where my hotel was and it took almost three hours.  I can tell you 
I was really tired by the time we got there, tired and hot and sweaty,
what with the fifteen hour flight and the sultry heat on the motorway.

Kaoru was very understanding, he helped me to check in and then insisted 
that he come up to make sure the room was alright even though it was by 
now 11.00pm local time.

"Iss no problem", he assured me, "I live in small apaltment by myself, 
no one waits for me and I won to make sure you OK here."

His English was excellent but with that slight intonation which sounded 
so sexy.

I was very pleased with the room, I've done well in the firm and anyway
they wanted to make an impression on our Japanese contacts so they'd
booked me into a really good hotel.  The very pretty bell-boy dumped 
my luggage and then took great pains to show me the light-switches, 
the bathroom and then reached right up the wall to show me how to adjust
the air-conditioning.  My eyes were riveted to yet another cute, 
pert little Japanese bum as he stretched up with his back to me.
Oh my but these Japanese young guys were all soooo cute.

Kaoru was fascinated by everything.  He stayed after the boy left.

"Ahh so!" he exclaimed as he padded round the room - he'd 
automatically slipped off his shoes as he entered the room - "look at 
marble bathroom.  Aaaagh, also see the Hifi equipment." 

I was glancing through the Hotel Information Book and Kaoru walked over 
to peer at it too.  

"Hey, this is all in Japanese writing" I said "I can't read all these
little bird-cages" and I pushed the book towards Kaoru who came and
stood close to me so that I felt his body heat and smelt the musky
odor of his sweat - he'd obviously got hot during the car journey too.

"Oh Andy" he said and then paused looking horrified.

"What's the matter?" I asked him.

"Ahh Macdonald-san" he said, "I apologise".

"What for, Kaoru?" I asked him, noting his shocked expression.

"Oh Macdonald-san, I called you Andy.  Is very bad manners, only family 
in Japan can use what you call First Name.  Even school friends do not 
use First Name."

"Hey Kaoru, don't be so formal; if we're going to work together and 
speak in English - and I sure can't speak to you in Japanese - let's use 
English name customs, OK?" and I patted him on the shoulder.

Kaoru smiled happily then gazed up at me with a cheeky grin which made 
my heart (and cock) give a little jump and wish that it was his tight, 
sexy little bottom that I could have patted, not just his shoulder.

Kaoru leant across me and turned over several pages of the book and 
pointed out that there was an English version at the end.  Together we 
skimmed through it, still standing closely side by side.  Then my heart 
and cock gave another jump because I realised that Kaoru was still 
giving me that cheeky grin and had moved even closer so that his bare 
arm was brushing against mine.  I couldn't resist it, I rubbed my arm 
against his and was rewarded with a small sigh.  Our eyes met and an 
unspoken message flashed between our minds.

God, Kaoru was GAY!! And what is more by the look on his face he
fancied me.  Of one thing I was absolutely positive, I sure fancied him
something rotten.  I rubbed my arm against his, very lightly, feeling
the hairs stroking his smooth skin.  Then I put my hand on his back and
rubbed it lightly up and down.  Kaoru began to purr softly like a happy
kitten.  Then my strokes began to move slowly, getting lower and lower
until my hand eventually cupped his pert little bottom.  Kaoru began to
breath more heavily.  We slowly moved together towards the bed and
as the backs of his knees hit the foot of it, he collapsed backwards
onto the cover.

He started to undo the buttons of his shirt.

"Hang on" I ordered him "let me do it for you, English style."

He seemed intrigued and more than willing.  I bent down and sniffed the 
socks covering his feet.  Oh yes, fresh and clean but with a lovely 
man-smell of feet having been encased in leather.  I rubbed the soles of 
his feet with my palms, my palms tingling to the feel of sheer socks on 
smooth skin.  Kaoru continued to purr happily.  Now I wanted to unwrap 
more of this delicious Japanese toy boy. I took his hands and pulled him 
upright again, then spun him round so that his back was towards me and I 
could look over his shoulder and see his front in the mirror which was 
so conveniently in front of him.  What a fantastic sight.  Well 
proportioned shoulders, a broad back tapering down to a slim waist and 
then that pert little bum, how I longed to get to that boy-like bottom.

I leant over his shoulder, inhaling the sharp man-scent, and one at a
time undid the buttons on his skin-tight shirt; I eased it over his
shoulders and pulled it clear of the waist-band of trousers.  Before
tossing it onto the chair I couldn't resist holding it to my nose and
sniffing his delicious body scent.  I glanced into the mirror and
caught Kaoru's grin, he obviously liked the appreciation I was giving
him and did not think it strange that another man should wish to savour
his scent.  Then I eased open the belt holding up his slacks; Kaoru
wriggled happily as I pressed the palm of my hand over the top of his
flies, feeling the hard cylinder of his prick, which I squeezed a few
times before groping for his zip and easing it down carefully past the
full-blown erection in his underwear.  Inside the fly went my hand where
it encountered the silky material of his briefs and I could feel the hot,
damp, sweatiness of his crutch.  I tugged down his trousers to reveal
his pert little bum covered in a sexy pair of very thin red cotton
briefs.  I groaned with excitement and stooped down so that my face was
opposite that fantastic arse.  I placed a kiss on each of the
delectable mounds and breathed in the heady, musky man-odour.  I longed
to bury my nose into the valley between his red cotton covered buns but
was not sure how he would react.  After all sniffing at his shirt was
one thing but sniffing his bottom through his underpants might make
him freak.  Instead I leant over him and kissed the back of
his neck and nibbled his ear lobes.  Kaoru's breathing deepened.  

I walked slowly round to Kaoru's front, admiring his trim body, flat 
stomach, beautifully shaped legs.  I bent down slightly and brushed my 
lips across his; he moistened his lips with his tongue and we slipped 
into a passionate tongue duel, our mouths glued together and our groins 
thrusting and sliding against each other.  Still in the clinch I 
manoeuvred Kaoru back again towards the bed until for the second time he 
collapsed backwards on to it.  He gave a little gasp and for a moment I 
feared I might have hurt him but I remained glued to him and we 
ended up with me firmly mounted on his slowly thrusting body.  His 
sighs of sexual delight continued so I assumed all was well. After a 
minute or two I rolled off and gazed down at him; one very sexy, highly 
aroused Japanese toy boy clad only in a very provocative pair of thin
red cotton briefs which were only just managing to contain his hard, hard
prick.

This time I no longer cared about what Kaoru might think, anyway he
appeared to be in a sexual trance with lust-filled eyes and
soft sighs coming from his throat.  I put my face onto his flat stomach
and licked it gently and slowly worked my face lower, over the elastic
waistband of his underpants and across the cotton front until my nose
was tracing down the throbbing tube of his prick.  I could feel the
hardness of it through the cotton material and I traced its outline
with my teeth, rubbing gently up and down.  Now I enjoyed watching his
cock strain against his briefs from close up.  I took the shaft of his
hard cock in my mouth and breathed on it, knowing how good that hot
breath felt through the thin cotton.  His underwear tasted clean as I
sucked on his bone-hard and twitching penis then I progressed lower
until my nose ended up sniffing his balls through the red cotton; oh
that musky, manly groin smell.  He was clean but the long journey from
the airport in that hot weather meant that I was smelling one sweaty,
highly aroused young male.  I nuzzled his balls through his underwear
and thrust my tongue up under the elastic of the pouch, I could just reach
in enough to feel the skin of his balls at its tip.  Kaoru writhed and
groaned deeply as he felt the friendly invader at his most private
parts.

Slowly, half-inch by half-inch, I pulled his underwear down revealing
ever more smooth skin.  Kaoru then rolled over so that I was easing the 
briefs over the crack of his arse, widening and deepening, the curves of 
those beautiful buns flaring out at me.  Was it my imagination or did 
those buttocks butt up towards me a bit, begging for my face and 
tongue's attention?

Kaoru's legs were close together and as the briefs slid over his bum I
kissed each mound and rubbed my hand lightly over his smooth upper
thighs.  I curled my fingers to their inside and flexed my knuckles to
indicate that he should ease his legs apart.  Kauru instinctively
understood and his well-shaped legs parted - darkness between the
cheeks - my nose sniffed its way in - I kissed my way deeper into this
even more intimate place - nosing, sniffing, Oh the Joy of it.  I was
doing the most private, intimate act and my Japanese toy boy was
obviously beside himself in a peak of sexual happiness.  At last my
tongue could go no further and my face followed up against the arse
cheeks, the sensual corridor of flesh between dangling balls and the
rose-bud target.  I inhaled deeply and then took away my face so that,
like a blind man, I could let my fingers see for me.  For a second I
again wondered if I had gone too far but no, Kaoru's buttocks humped
upwards, eager for further attention of a sort I sensed he had never
before experienced.

The corridor of his crotch was bisected with a raised flesh-line that 
stopped short of his arsehole; my fingertip told me that his hole was 
beautifully puckered and rather tight.  My index finger pushed at the 
opening which yielded just a touch.  Then my hands grabbed the front of 
Kaoru's thighs, pulling his arse up and clamping it to my face.  My 
tongue battered at the arsehole, pushing and tasting, swirling and 
lapping.  Again I breathed in that fern-like aroma, that excitement of 
raw man, an international timeless commodity.  Now Kaoru's hand was 
between his legs, rubbing up and down his engorged prick; I held tightly 
onto his near hairless balls as he did so, continuing to probe with my 
finger, trying to push it in a good few inches.  Then I sat back and 
gazed down at the velvety cheeks, savouring the sight of the delicious 
Japanese opening.  Kaoru now turned his head round and up, he smiled at 
me and slowly nodded his head.  My hand dived into my travelling bag, 
which thankfully was within reach, and I pulled out a tube of KY - 
traveller's first aid kit? - I squirted a coating onto my rampant prick 
and spread some onto the target my cock was longing for. Kaoru winced as 
he felt the cold jelly on his private place but then he started rotating 
his hips and moving his arse up towards my groin so I figured he was 
more than ready.

I lowered myself gently onto him and put my arms around him and started
rubbing my hard penis up and down his smooth, pink bottom, feeling the
warmth as his arse crack engulfed its length.  Every so often I would
poke my cock against his well lubricated hole.  Each time I did I was a
little more persistent and he felt a little looser.  After a short while
I felt my cock-head slip past his ring, gently but firmly I eased it in
further, withdrew a little and eased on in.  Kaoru moaned so I stopped
for a moment but he humped upwards which forced my eager prick further
into his hungry arse.  Now my prick was expanding into his hot, damp,
tight arsehole.  At last it was fully inside him and rising up on my
hands I began to move gently in and out of his sweet anal channel.  I
could see my prick come almost all the way out of his velvety smooth
white arse and then bury itself all the way in up to the hilt, grinding
my crutch against his young bottom.  He was moaning and grunting, not
now with pain but with ecstasy, proved to me by the fact that his arse
rose and fell in time with my thrusting probes.  

I reached round in front of him and wrapped one hand around his hard
dick and began wanking up and down in time with my own plunges into his
tight, willing arse.  Neither of us could hold back for much longer. 
As I felt his ring tighten and as his buttocks began to hump furiously
I rammed myself even deeper into his hot young toy-boy body and felt
one enormous gout of cum pulse the length of my hard, hard prick.  That
first pulse was followed by jolt after jolt of cum which shot my
seething sperm way up inside his round, yielding arsehole as my new
Japanese lover bucked and grunted beneath my sweat-soaked humping body. 
Beneath me my hand felt his hot, slippery cum spurt in its turn from
his rock-hard, pumping prick.  We'd both cum together in a glorious
explosive orgasm.  Kaoru gave a long shuddering sigh as I eased my
spent prick from its delicious prison.  We rolled onto our sides and
both pairs of eyes closed in a post-coital doze.

I slept well that night, what with jet-lag and the fantastic sex we had
just enjoyed. I did wake slightly a couple of times, probably when Kaoru 
rolled over so that he ended up with his delectable bottom pressed into 
my groin. It was a great feeling to know that I shared my bed with such 
a sexy guy.

What really woke me was the fantastic feeling of a hot, wet mouth 
engulfing my rock-hard cock.  Kaoru had wriggled down the bed and was 
gently but insistently mouthing my prick; I looked down and caught his 
cheeky grin.  He continued to suck, up and down, slowly, wetly and with 
a fantastic suction.  As he did so I could feel the jerking of his body 
as he wanked his own cock. Despite the spunk that I had unloaded into 
his willing arse the previous night, I could feel a new load surging up.

"Oh Kaoru" I groaned "I'm going to cum!"

He didn't stop his vacuuming, in fact he speeded up his sucking and I 
couldn't help but start a fucking movement of my hips.  I'd warned him 
and with a deep groan I shot my spunk into his eager mouth at the same 
time as his jerking speeded up and I realised that he had wanked himself 
to orgasm.  Then he wriggled his way up to me and rubbed his face 
against mine like a happy kitten.

I reckoned that my visit to Japan was going to be one to remember. 


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