Date: Thu, 25 Mar 1999 05:09:26 PST
From: andy macdonald <andymacdon@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pickup in Tokyo

                          PICKUP IN TOKYO
                         By Andy Macdonald
                      andymacdon@hotmail.com

This story was written as a result of reading the article "Nippon Rules"
by Dean Durber on the Cruising for Sex site. If "imitation be the
sincerest form of flattery" maybe I will be forgiven. At any rate I hope
you enjoy my story.


I was on my own at last. I'd been sent to Japan to help to finalise a
big software contract that had run into quite a lot of trouble and
looked like it was going to start earning high penalties for late
delivery. We'd worked very hard from the moment I'd arrived and, at
last, everything was finished and seemed to be running smoothly. The
Japanese guys who were looking after us were really good hosts. Too good
for my liking, nothing was too much trouble for them and they never
seemed to stop looking after us.

We'd only had one evening break so far since our arrival in the country
and they'd gone to great lengths to show us their city. And a very
interesting city it is too. As we'd walked around I'd seen so many
ultra-cute young Japanese guys. Cute as hell with small, lithe bodies
and alert intelligent faces. All so easy on the eyes and, I imagined, so
sexy. I needed one badly, I had to find one.

At last the installation was over and the contract had been accepted.
Four days earlier than programmed and at last we had some time to
ourselves as we were scheduled to fly out on the 15th.

With great difficulty and feigning a headache and severe overwork, I
managed to break out of the arrangements that were being made for our
team and I slipped back to my hotel room. I was tired and lay down on
the bed and was instantly asleep. I woke about three hours later having
had a fantastic dream which involved some close action work with a cute
Japanese toy boy. I got up and took my raging hardon into the shower. I
had a long, steamy soak and managed not too relieve the considerable
tension that gripped my mind and my body. I had every intention of
finding some local assistance in both departments.

I got dressed and slipped out of the hotel. I remembered the very
interesting area which our local guides had showed us that free evening
earlier in the week and I even remembered the name of the street. I got
a taxi outside the hotel and, fortunately the driver understood my
version of the street name. Sure enough, when we got there I recognised
it and the talent which patrolled its streets. I wandered around for a
while and, as I watched, I saw one of the cutest young Japanese guys I'd
seen so far, slip into an interesting looking bar quite a long way into
a narrow back street.

As I followed him into the bar I heard the tinkling of a tiny bell. A
middle aged man came forward, smiling broadly and said something in
Japanese which was undoubtedly a welcome. He showed me to a seat and
asked me a question. I guessed at what he'd asked.

"Saki please" I answered. Quickly the hot flask and tiny glass were put
down in front of me together with seaweed and crunchy snacks which I had
not requested but, what the hell, they looked good, tasted good too.

I looked around the room. I gasped. Sitting around the bar were five of
the cutest young Japanese guys that anyone could imagine. Small,
well-muscled young bodies, cute smiling faces and all dressed similarly
in white tank tops and tight faded jeans. The ones whose backs I could
see had the cutest taut boy-bums perched on the high bar stools. There
were three older Japanese men there too. Each of them had one of the
lads sitting closely beside him, their bar stools touching.

I could see a doorway leading out to another room, a secretive room,
blocked from view by a split curtain, that didn't quite reach the floor.
I couldn't quite see inside. I am a foreigner, looking for sex in a
foreign place but I guessed at the delights behind that curtain.

As with everything in Japan, the art of "picking-up" one of these
gorgeous young men is rich in tradition and something that takes an
enormous amount of patience; and often disappointment. Nothing comes
easily. There is a ritual to be played out in order that honour is
preserved for both sides. Here, in this land of regimented behaviour and
required uniformity, there are always rules to be followed; none of
which are ever explained directly but have to be determined by careful
study.

Usually, these male bars have a small capacity, for about ten to twenty
men. The Japanese reluctance to mingle en masse makes it unusual to find
anything bigger.

I sipped my Saki and nibbled the delicious snacks. I looked around the
room and tried to catch the eye of the ultra cute looking guy who I'd
seen entering the bar and who I noticed was unattached. I failed despite
the fact that I was pretty certain that he'd been glancing at me when he
hoped that I wasn't looking. I wasn't surprised that he'd been
interested. I knew that I stood out in this land of the Rising Sun. I am
24 and very fit. My gold-blond hair is buzz cut and I could sense that
this was a great turn-on for all the young Japanese guys who were into
blond foreigners.

The Owner came up to me and asked another question which I couldn't
understand. This time I was "rescued" by the cutie sitting next to me
but with a "safe" gap between our stools.

"He is asking what is your type," the boy told me. "What kind of young
man do you like? Is there anyone here who interests you?"

Is there! I thought to myself. All the cute doll-like young guys
interested me - more than somewhat.

"Hmmm", I replied.

The young guy next to me grinned. "I know which one you like best," he
said, "you've been staring at Tsuneo all evening, haven't you?"

I didn't think my quick glances at the fantastic guy could be considered
staring but I had to agree.

My newly found guide said "Your should make it clear -- without being
too obvious -- who amongst those in the room takes your particular
interest tonight."

As I spoke again I glanced across at the beautiful young guy I now knew
was called Tsuneo and, to my joy, he responded with a bashful glance but
now holding my eyes for just a second longer.

My bar-stool neighbour, whose command of English was surprisingly good
now explained to me that this involvement of a third party to secure a
possible love-match is not uncommon in all marriage arrangements in
Japan even today. It has long been a tradition for parents to employ the
aid of others in order to search out a suitable partner for their son or
daughter. As far as the homosexual scene is concerned, the Owner's role
is perhaps part mimicry of this, and also part linkage to the historical
code of the Samurai class. Until the turn of the century, it was
considered socially acceptable for an older warrior to take a younger
man under his wing and teach him the meaning of true love for his
master; necessary training for someone who might one day be required to
die for his Lord. The level of openness with which all of this took
place came as a shock to the morality of Western traders who entered
Japan in the 19th century. But in an effort to wipe out the memories of
their militaristic past, the Japanese have wrongly come to view love
between two adult men as something imported from abroad.

The Owner had watched all this interplay of glances and now proceeded to
tactfully request that people change their places. He was obviously the
one who had to bring this mutual attraction together. I now understood
that it must not be done by me alone or even by my new guide. And I
could see that whilst everyone else in the bar knew what was happening,
they all feigned ignorance.

After this rearrangement of seating within the bar, I offered Tsuneo a
drink and he asked for a beer. I knew, from my briefing before arriving
in Japan that I should pour his and he poured mine. I knew, too, that it
was customary to also offer a glass to the Owner, and one for my recent
guide, as a sign of gratitude for what has been achieved. Finally, I was
able to start a semi-private conversation with the young man beside me
and I so hoped that this would lead to something more. To my extreme
excitement, Tsuneo asked me to meet him outside, whereupon he got up and
left the bar. I waited and then left some ten minutes later knowing that
I should not make my lustful plans too obvious to those in the bar. I
was certain that they knew exactly what was going on, but they all
pretended not to notice.

I settled the bill and hurried out into the street searching left and
right. I could see no sign of Tsuneo and I felt a surge of
disappointment. I wanted that cute toy-boy badly. I wanted to gaze at
his perfect body, I was somehow sure that he would be a sexual firework
in bed. He'd disappeared into the noisy crowd milling about in the
brightly neon-signed street.

Oh no he hadn't! Suddenly I was joined by the little imp.

"Where we go?" he asked me. "We go your hotel."

This second remark was not a question it was a statement. Tsuneo looked
up at me and his elfin face gave a huge wink. I signalled a taxi and we
both jumped in. Off we sped to my hotel. We walked through the foyer to
the lifts. My excitement mounted as I looked over my prize. I saw a cute
little body, almost that of a boy but well muscled. Chunky - none of the
awkward spindliness of the immature youth. This young man was mature and
exuded sexiness. Cute face, gorgeous body, sexy bum . . . . .

We arrived at my room and I ushered Tsuneo in ahead of me. As soon as we
were safely inside he gazed up at me, eyes filled with lust and sexual
excitement. He just stood, not daring to take any initiative but with
his small body trembling with excitement. And now I found myself in a
rare and wonderful situation. In control, with a beautiful sexy young
man to play with.

I stand facing him. I lean into his eager body and I smell his
provocative male scent. I grasp his small body and immediately he
thrusts in towards me. My 7" cock is rubbing against his stomach. Our
lips are locked, our tongues probe as the excitement mounts. My fingers
rove his back and I run the palms of my hand across his cute little bum.
I feel the warmth and the hard muscles flex beneath my hands.

Now I let my tongue and lips go to work.

Starting at his elbow I lick and nip my way down his arm, lifting his
arm, stopping at the pit to sniff and suck the sweat out of it. I work
my way over the shiny thin cotton of the tank-top covering his upper
body and heavily muscled chest, stopping and searching for each hardened
nipple. Sucking them as my "Victim" groans with pleasure. I take a few
minutes to smell and lick at his neck and nibble his ears. I pull his
short black hair out of the way to mark the nape of his neck. Then back
around to the other side.

After sniffing deep into the other pit, I work my way back down his
chest and over his flat rippled stomach, then around the side biting
under his rib cage and watched him jump. (It wasn't hard enough to hurt,
but I bet it tickled like hell!)

I moved around to his bottom. Covered by the worn, thin denim of his
jeans. This is private territory but oh so desirable. Now I could do as
I liked with that cute young bum that I'd so far only been able to
glance at and long for. I smelt and rubbed my face all over it, moving
in circles, rubbing my nose all over his cute, muscular bum, nosing up
and down the crack. How did he take this gross invasion of his privacy -
this insult to his manhood? His back arched involuntarily and he was
panting and trembling at this invasion. He thrust his gorgeous, chunky
bum back into my face like a bitch in heat. He just loved this worship
and I could sense that his eager, randy bum wanted more attention, much
more intimate attention. I smiled with pleasure and continued my
olfactory exploration.

I placed my hands on his writhing hips and spun him around. Now I faced
his front side. I nuzzled into his jeans-covered crotch, breathing in
the hot, sweaty funkiness of raw male. He let out a loud groan and my
face could feel his cock pulse, growing harder. I quickly move down to
where his balls had to be. Smelt around that private area, loving the
submissive young male who was surrendering his cute little body to me.
Then I ran my face up the length of his cock. Nosing at the head,
circling it with my nose. It only took a couple minutes of this before I
new I had to start unwrapping my very own cute Japanese all-male sex
package.

My trembling hands fumbled with the ornate belt buckle at his narrow
waist. The backs of my hands feeling the hot firm muscles of his stomach
were his thin t- shirt had ridden up. I managed to undo the belt, slip
open the brass button holding the waist of his jeans. I tore down the
zip and peeled open the front of his trousers to reveal a small pair of
thin red cotton briefs.

Now I could feel him grab my face and force it into his crutch rubbing
his sweaty smelly brief covered hardon on my face. The smelly cotton
abrading and contorting my nose and cheeks, his balls rubbing against my
chin. I can feel the intensity increase as he grips my head tighter,
jerking it closer to his oscillating groin. My hands grasping, squeezing
his hot butt cheeks, pulling his thrusting body harder in to my face, My
fingers exploring his hot moist hole through his underpants. I run my
hand through the leg opening of his briefs feeling his smooth arse skin
on my palm, I probe my finger deep in to his tight moist hole. His
intensity suddenly increased to a fevered pitch. His raging hard cock
shaft mashing in to my nose and cheek. the swollen cock head slamming in
to my brow bone. I feel his hot butt hole tighten. His thrusting becomes
rigid power jerks of pleasure, I hear his grunts of intense pleasure
turn to groans of exquisite sexual release, a final loud gasp and I feel
his hot cum soak through the fabric stinging my rubbed raw face, the
aroma circulates in my nostrils.

His trembling legs starting to buckle as he lays his exhausted sweaty
body down on the queen-sized bed. I feverishly strain to extract every
drop of his sweet man juice from the fabric draping his hard cock. I
pull the elastic down exposing his pretty little penis, releasing the
steamy man aroma of cum to add to the scents of sweat and other pure
man-smells. I move my hungry mouth down over his still hard shaft, I
gently massage him below the naval. His slimy cock slides deep in my
mouth, as I hold his tightly bagged nuts. I feel his body relax. He is
reaching down and feeling my raging hardon through my slacks which must
come off. Now he eagerly undoes my belt, feverishly unzips my fly and
starts to frantically release my bludgeon from its cotton prison.

"Big," he breathes, "so big. I want. I need . . . "

But now I ease down his small red briefs and gently but firmly, I insert
a finger into his hot arse, stretching and probing him. Finding his
prostate, I push hard against it. He groans in pleasure as I massage it.
His balls tighten, He needs to cum again. His arse muscles tighten as
his small penis thrusts into my sucking mouth. I gently remove my finger
and let him relax for a minute.

I moved once again around to the back. Spending a little time sniffing,
licking and loosening his arse muscles. With a little lube, I slid into
his tight little arse. What rapture! Though my victim was growing tired,
he manipulated his arse muscles wonderfully. With every thrust he grew
tighter. Making me moan with excitement as I shot deep within him.

We both curled up on the bed and drifted into staisfied slumber. I felt
that this end result might have started a 'relationship' with this young
man. I smiled to myself as I thought that this outcome with a
conspicuous foreigner would guarantee that by the time of my next visit
to that bar, details of my size and bedtime stamina would have been
passed around for all to digest. Strange how this is so, when the
Japanese promote themselves as a nation of people who rely so much on
discretion. Everything seems topsy-turvy here. And should be enjoyed
that way.

And was enjoyed that way for on the following night . . . . . .

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