Swords of the Samurai
In 1992 I went to teach English in Japan. I was assigned to a small town
in the mountains near Kobe, a very scenic place but devoid of any sexual
opportunities. Sometimes, several of us foreign teachers would get together in
the big city to pair off and spend the weekend together. I was not gay at that
time, but I was curious, so I might be with a girl one time and a guy another
time. Then I was matched with Michael, who was so absolutely gorgeous that I
fell in love and lust. For the year we both were in Japan (1993-94), we were a
couple. We did many activities together but one of the most exciting to me was
during my last month in Japan, knowing that I was leaving for good and wanting
to enjoy the time I had left with Michael. He was staying another year but my
contract with the town's school board was finished. Here's what happened.
By the middle of July, Michael and I were together almost every weekend at
either his or my place, doing what came naturally. Mike, who said he was
bisexual the first time we were together, was tall and blonde and had a
swimmer's lean body. He was in love with me, a guy who was five years older and
five inches shorter (height, not penis size!) and also a guy who was happily
getting back into good shape just to please him. Mike was so sexy I could not
get enough of him; I swallowed more of his juice than I myself had ever shot
with anyone, male or female. He thoroughly enjoyed my attentions, and with the
superb figure Mike had, not to mention that wonderful sculpture of an organ he
possessed between his alabaster thighs--ten inches hard--I always took great
pleasure in the dispensing of pleasure. On that weekend, after what constituted
our Friday night "date" --what little entertainment was available there in my
little town--we lay together in my narrow bed and tried desperately to hold off
our passions for the activity we had planned on our previous meeting. We were
going to hike to an isolated lake up in the mountains which I had found on a
topographical map of the area. There, we could indulge our nudist fantasies in
the great outdoors.
The walk through the town to the foot of the mountain took fifteen minutes, and
the slow trudging up the road winding through the hills took another thirty. We
were both quickly soaked in sweat; I began to anticipate licking off Mike's
moisture when we reached our destination and he removed his jean cutoffs. Then
we found the trail intersecting the road, and started off through the canopy of
cedar trees--and beneath their shade there was hardly any ground clutter. The
warm sun was held out and the air blowing gently around us was cool. But when
the hillside finally leveled off after we had been hiking another hour, we did
not come to the expected lake but to a stream which probably fed into or poured
from that lake. There was a lush, grassy meadow alongside the clear stream, a
thick welcoming carpet of vegetation, bathed in sunlight. Mike said it was
perfect, that we didn't need to take more time to find the lake, and prompting
tore off his shirt along with his knapsack. He spread a beach towel down on the
grass and sat down on it, pulling off his boots and socks. I joined him on the
towel and soon we were both stripped to our shorts and rubbing sunscreen over
each other.
I was enjoying the feel of his back muscles, rubbing in the lotion as I was, and
the anticipation of what was to come caused me to start growing out of my pants.
We lay and sat there for a while, deciding what we could and could not do--based
on its position in the forest, which was different than the previous time we had
hiked into the forest to commune with nature. That time, we had done some kinky
things, such as when Mike tied me buck naked to a nearby tree and spanked my ass
with a tree branch--the leaves had swatted my flesh into a nice healthy pink--or
when we pissed on each other in a mutual golden shower and then washed off in
the stream that ran there--not this stream we found today. This place was very
similar in configuration, however, so we felt relaxed and comfortable in our
private garden. There, we alternately took photos of each other in natural
poses, enjoyed the cool waters of the stream to refresh us, and soaked in the
summer rays.
Finally our passion could not be contained and when Mike rolled onto his back
with a loud sigh, I took it as a sign that the time to come had come. I hooked
my finger into the waistband of his shorts and rolled them off over his bulging
sex sausage. As he grinned, I pulled off my own shorts and stood over him, then
lowered myself to my knees so that I was sitting over his belly. I introduced my
stiffening log to his hard tower. Then they bowed and began to dance together.
Balanced on my knees, I scooted backward down the length of his legs, bent over
his rod and took it deeply into my mouth, and as I sucked on it, I could feel
the warmth of the sun on my back, reminding me that we were under the canopy of
heaven. Mike reciprocated with a handjob that fell into the grass rather than
into his mouth. We washed off in the stream and returned to our towel to
continue enjoying the sun. We lay embraced and kiss some, then Mike rolled onto
his belly. I straddled his hips as I rubbed more of the lotion across his broad
back. My dick weighed against the top of his butt crack and he turned his head
to the side, his eyes closed, laying on his outstretched crossed arms,
comfortable that he was in good hands, my massaging hands working up and down
his firm back, loosening any small tightness that my probing fingers might find.
As I worked, my half-hard cock slid up and down against his butt crack,
playfully, not enough to bring me off.
Finishing my work--his back was well-lotioned and well-massaged--I took an
extended dive between those tight buns with my tongue, massaging that anal
errogenous zone until I heard Michael moaning. I was so engaged in my efforts
that I barely noticed movement in the trees at the edge of the meadow. Mike
heard the rustling and looked up with his sleepy eyes, and my eyes
followed--just over the curve of his buns. As we watched, two hikers emerged
from the trees, following the trail we had followed to this meadow. I gave Mike
a gentle slap to the hip and whispered that we had visitors. Mike looked at me
without any panic. The two hikers were like us: two guys in their early
twenties, dressed for hiking, following the trail, not knowing for sure what
we'd find. Being locals, Mike took the initiative and called to them in their
language--as he rose on his arms and knees. I slid off of him as he moved
gracefully to a cross-legged sitting position with his soft cock cradledin his
lap. Both of us were then wearing only our sunscreen.
The two strangers--we soon learned their names: Hideo and Jun, both about
20--came across the grass to Mike, curiosity clearly in their eyes, but a
curiosity that had to be satisfied. It was not every day, I was sure, that these
two young men would happen across two foreigners out in the woods, much less two
who were nude and laying in the grass. They smiled at us; I knew Japanese smile
most when they are embarrassed. These two didn't seem to know what to do, or
say. Mike looked up at them and spoke their language, calmly and in a friendly
tone.
I could only guess what they were saying, but since Mike was fluent in their
language, I left it up to him. They seemed to be relaxed and no longer surprised
by our nudity. After all, being naked in itself was nothing special here in
Japan, with all of the communal bathing and the festival events where
loincloth-clad men run through the streets in some celebration. There were
outside hot springs, too, where people took in the waters; as for us, we were
just taking in the sun instead. That was a good explanation. And mostly true.
Before I knew it, Mike had invited them to join us--sunbathing, that ias, with
nothing else stated but surely more implied. Hideo and Jun set down their
knapsacks and took off their shirts and shoes, then were a bit hesitant about
their pants. Maybe it was because they were in the presence of foreigners--and,
if they had seen me licking between Michael's buns, they also knew we were
admitted gays. Maybe not. Hideo and Jun talked to each other a moment, then Jun
unsnapped his jeans and let them drop to his ankles. Nothing to it, he seemed to
be saying, and laughed, almost nervously. Hideo watched, then followed suit.
They were soon sitting with us, each on a corner of the large beach towel, and
Mike and I left our dicks in our laps as these two natives stayed in their
shorts--Hideo had boxers and Jun a pair of very skimpy bikini briefs which did
nothing to hide his "growing" interest.
Then, with Mike's camera sitting beside us on the towel, he asked them if they
would take a few pictures of us (Mike and me) together. Hideo said 'sure' and
took the camera. The poses we made were routine, nothing sexy, nothing showing
our frontal nudity (we turned away or used our hands) and as they worked the
camera, Jun and Hideo chatted with Mike. I did not have much of a clue about the
subject from the words I heard but soon Mike was beginning to touch me more
intimately, putting his arm around my shoulders, patting my behind, giving a rub
to my belly. And before long, Mike was lowering me to my knees and offering me
his cock--and since my back was now to the photographer, I lost my shyness and
opened wide. The two strangers were shocked, I'm sure--their conversation
abruptly halted--but Mike evidently told them about us, explaining more than I
was prepared to admit to: that we were indeed a gay couple. Hideo was
surprised--even after seeing me sitting nude atop Mike's back? Jun seemed to be
more interested--especially while watching me keep busy orally exciting Mike's
great organ! Perhaps they had never met any true gay men before. That was it
exactly, as it turned out--from Mike's translation to me. Despite the tradition
of men dressed as women in Kabuki, and countless gay clubs in Tokyo and Osaka,
these two had stumbled onto something new and different!
Mike was explaining to them what things gay men did for enjoyment--Jun seemed to
have asked--even as he was trying to concentrate despite my intensive oral work
below. Finally, he was reaching his climax, and he told them he was. They
watched closely--and Mike told me to save his cream in my mouth to show them. He
took my head in his hands to hold me in place and lurched forward against my
face. Such a river of milk flooded my mouth, unavoidably spilling out between my
lips! I guessed that with an audience, Mike was no doubt feeling cocky (no pun
intended). He wanted to show off. I fell back as he released my head, and my
hand went automatically to my mouth to wipe away the mess from my lips. Mike
ordered me to open my mouth and Hideo and Jun clearly saw the white liquid
collected in the depression of my tongue. Hideo said something to Mike, and Mike
told me to swallow it. Jun smiled, amused at the display.
Thinking they might not understand what the experience was like, Mike offered to
show them more about how we gays enjoyed ourselves. He told me this later; at
the time, I had no idea what he was saying. But Hideo was a bit nervous at
whatever Michaekl had said, especially after understanding that it was not Mike
and I who would demonstrate for them but that it would be Mike volunteering me
to demonstrate on them. That was a proposition I was not prepared for, and Mike
did not ask me, but he must have sensed (from my past record of encounters) that
I was easily excited at such possibilities to join with strangers. Michael asked
them if they had every received a blowjob from a girl and neither of them
admitted to it. He told them to pretend I was a girl giving them head. They were
shy, scared.
So I regarded the two of them sitting before me, knees wide apart with their
legs crossed and their bulges showing, and suddenly my own organ began to
tighten--and I could not hide it. Jun saw my growth and realized that--there
being no females here--that we were being honest about our homosexuality. I told
them I was willing to suck them off, since Michael wanted me to, and Michael
translated. They grinned, the same embarrassed expression. I was embarrassed
about it, too, knowing that these strangers were straight guys and would not
understand what we did. But that was why Mike was having me demonstrate, I knew
then. He knew how good I was. Mike stood and moved off of the towel to give us
room; he went to the stream and waded in to cool off, watching us from there.
Since Hideo was the more nervous, I began with him--with gestures and outright
actions, because I couldn't communicate effectively any other way. Jun watched
from close by, consternation showing on his face. They were both erect from
witnessing my fellatio of Michael and seeing my dick hard and upright convinced
them that everything was under control. It was something that had to happen,
that was going to happen, that they themselves wanted to happen--those were
Mike's words, along with the final declaration that what was done here would be
known by no other people; it was a time and a chance to try something new and if
they did not like it then they would not have to do it again, and would not have
to deny anything because no one would know. They agreed, and I could hear their
hearts thumping before me.
So I talked Hideo out of his bikini briefs: he stood and pulled them down to his
ankles, stepped out of them, stretched his arms up and back as if feeling
freedom for the first time, an action which caused his swollen cock to fly up
and outward at me, challenging me. It was a six-incher, circumsized, and had an
out-of-control growth of hair. The next moment Jun slid off his boxer shorts
from his sitting position, raising up enough to move them off of his buns, then
off his feet and tossing them to the side; he, too, was near full erection with
his less-hairy five-incher. I had heard--and often seen--that Japanese men were
smaller than Westerners, hence the appeal perhaps for the Japanese women toward
foreign men. It was the same for the Japasnese men: they could hardly keep from
staring at the relatively huge cocks Michael and I possessed.
I went gently at first, and the instant my fingers touched Hideo's cock his body
shook with either anticipation or fear. I worked it carefully in my hands,
noticing how well-formed it was for a Japanese dick, but then Hideo was also
taller and broader than average, almost my stature. He was beginning to relax,
sat back on his arms and allowed himself to receive the pleasure. Jun sat beside
him, knees bent up, like a kid waiting his turn at a summer camp snack. I felt
Hideo beginning to pump against my hand, the natural reflex when climax was
nearing, but I did nothing different, maintaining the same rhythm and pressure.
I smiled at him the whole time and I stroked his organ. Then came the final jerk
and the fountain of white cream flinging up an inch and settling back onto my
fingertips. I continued stroking until Hideo had recovered his spasms and lay
back fully on the towel. I offered him my fingers to taste and he pulled his
face away. So I licked my fingers clean as he watched. He chuckled, nervously,
then said what Michael later translated as: "You like it, you really like it."
Jun was more than ready for me, already indulging himself with a few strokes by
his own hand. I reached for his hard tool, rising between his upbent knees like
an offering to the gods, and he extended his legs out against the towel, leaving
his digit standing skyward. It was an offering for me, waiting to be praised by
holy caress. Then he said something I couldn't understand and Mike called over
to me from the stream: "He said he wants you to do to him what you did for me."
Then Jun added in broken English: "Blowjob?"
And so I scooted back on my knees and lowered my head down between his knees, my
ass high in the air, so high that I felt my buns spread apart and the warmth of
the sun grace my asshole. If anyone had wanted to use it, that position was
perfect. The scent of sweat there was exotic somehow--the smell of a stranger, a
universal odor which never ceased to turn me on--and I opened my mouth and
dropped down over the rod, sucking it in until my lips were brushing his hair.
Then I began the deep-throat sucking process, using the muscles of my throat and
the underside caressing of my tongue. I never released this rod from that deep
position, not until I felt the increasing power beneath. I rose up slightly, to
where his bulb--freed from his tender foreskin--was just held in my teeth, and
when he came, the juice seeped through my teeth and out of my mouth, dripping
onto the towel below. He let out a moan and collapsed back on the ground beside
his spent partner, saying it was the first time ever being sucked off by man or
woman and that it was the most marvelous experience he had ever had--from Mike's
translation and Jun's expressions.
Mike climbed out of the stream and strode over to us, dripping water from his
wet nudity, and grabbed the small towel by his knapsack to dry himself. "Looks
like you showed them what-for," he chuckled. Hideo spoke to Mike and Mike
replied for me, then translated it: "He'd like you to suck him off, too, but
wait a while." So I waited, and the three of us waded into the stream, sitting
in the quick moving current, letting the cool waters run over our hot bodies.
Michael remained onsore, drying under the warm sunshine. We eventually got out
of the stream and saw how our hard, long dicks quickly shrunk to minimum size
and we laughed about our transformations. Michael joined us as we took more
photos. Hideo pulled out his own camera and said he wanted to take pictures of
Mike and I "at it." Mike agreed without hesitation but I was not so sure,
considering that it would be me doing the servicing. Finally they persuaded me
and some photos were taken--though no actual sex took place.
Then Hideo came to collect his debt. We all took places around the large beach
towel and I put Hideo in the proper position. He lay on his back with his legs
out straight, me kneeling between his legs, my face lowered to his organ. I took
it in my fingers as before and began to stroke it slowly. But Hideo had told
Mike he wanted it sucked, like I had done to Jun, so I dropped further and
licked the head. There was no reason I was more hesitant about Hideo, just that
he had seemed less willing to have the service and therefore seemed less
friendly about it.
"Lower," Mike cried on Hideo's behalf, and I dropped still lower--until my chest
was brushing the towel as I held myself up on my elbows, my hands both needed to
hold me in position so that his dick was taken only by my mouth, worked only by
my mouth. As I sucked and licked my tongue against his upright rod inside my
mouth, my throat was hitting his balls, tickled by his hair, my cheeks brushed
by his throbbing thighs. But in the end Hideo burst into my mouth--and my
strength had just about ended then and I collapse, his cock popping out of my
mouth and spilling the remaining across his belly and my forehead. My head lay
completely in the space between his thighs and beneath his balls before I rolled
over his leg to rest on my back beside him. Mike started an applause with which
Jun join in.
At last--with an hour and a half expired--Hideo and Jun announced they had to
return. They dressed and gathered their knapsacks and turned for the trail
leading back into the woods. But before they left us, Mike told them (and me,
later) that if they really were interested in further lessons in the world of
gay entertainment that they should come back to this same spot in exactly two
weeks. Mike, of course, knew I was booked next week for the farewell party for
our private SIRS club members. our two Japanese neophytes gave only polite,
non-committal replies, as if they thought Mike was joking. Perhaps Mike had been
joking; it was I who had done the demonstrations, being the performer of the sex
and the one accepting its liquid results. After all, just before we went to the
stream to splash around, Mike had held his half-hard dick out for their
inspection and asked in English, "Now, who wants to take a suck on this candy?"
They did not understand his words but they probably figured out his meaning, and
then were quiet. I wanted to suck on it, but Mike did not let me answer.
As it was, once the two strangers had left, it was up to me to fulfill Mike's
desires--as we were going to do before we were so rudely interrupted. We swam
once more, together, fondling each other under the cool waters, and Mike finally
turned me over and tried to fuck my ass but the cold water made it difficult. We
returned to the beach towel and he loaded up his fingers with lotion, spread it
around my asshole, and shoved his big prick through. Suntan lotion was put
"where the sun don't shine." We did a 69 mutual suck-fest and came almost
simultaneously--Mike always with a high percentage rate of spray (the number of
times he could shoot his wad in a session before drying up) which had to be
proven once and for all sometime in the future at a location to be announced.
Mike gave my back a massage and soon returned to my ass. No matter how many he
shot, he always had another powerful blast to launch at me or into my orifices.
The second time was easier, and he shot fairly quickly, pulled out, washed off
his now-relaxing dick and thanked me for my patience. And with that double
banger, it was a little difficult to hike back down the mountain side, all his
hot come sloshing around inside me, leaking out into my shorts. Back at my
apartment, we showered together, carefully and gently--I might even say
'lovingly'--washing each other off, with special care to those places where we
wanted to be invited back for further pleasures. And in those intimate moments
when the warm water was flowing down over my head and shoulders, Mike began to
finger his tool back to erection and as I watched it grow and firm, I dropped to
the tile and opened my mouth to await the climax. Mike's grasp loosened as he
felt the surge of his frantic resolution and theleaping milky stream crossed the
gap and landed in my welcoming mouth, a perfect hole in one. After swallowing
his milk, I did my duty and licked up the remaining drops at the end of his spew
that had not jumped but tripped and fallen down the side of his smooth rugged
shaft.
It was evening by then and we were quite tired and so went straight from the
bathroom to my bed, not even drying off, and fell asleep in each others' arms.
* * *
Before moving out of my place, however, I had an appointment to meet. It was up
in the mountains, beside a stream, in the soft summer grass, with someone who
may or may not come to call. I never expected that either Hideo or Jun would
return but if they did, I wanted to be there waiting for them, for our secret
rendezvous. I laid out the beach towel in about the same place, stripped myself,
stretched and took in the natural environment of my surroundings and sat down
there to enjoy this communion. Thinking about Mike-- who was away at the
conference in Tokyo this week--I found myself squeezing my penis to life as I
laid on my back, my feet toward the stream and my head toward the trail, looking
up at the clouds and seeing one shaped like Mike's big cock. Suddenly, a man's
voice greeted to me.
Jun had arrived. It was quite unexpected; I was already stroking myself, not
with serious intent but playfully, like scratching an itch. Apparently, that was
why Jun had returned, taking the chance that it had been only Mike's joke. He
had an itch, too. Jun moved quietly around to my feet and standing over me,
gazed down at my naked form for a moment, grinning. Then he stripped completely
before me, without hardly a word spoken. Jun knelt beside me, bending low and
trying to embrace me, even trying to kiss my cheek. If it was going to happen,
it had to be my way, I decided, and took control of the situation.
I turned Jun over onto his back and took his cock in my hand. At that act, he
reached over and took mine in his hand. As I stroked his, he stroked mine. If he
was too tight, I tightened my grip on his. If he was going too fast, I slowed
down my stroke of his. As we worked, we turned in to each other, rolling onto
our sides so that our rods pointed at their mirror image. He understood, and he
became an expert by the time we spewed our hot juice into the air between us. It
was clear that Jun was more than a little interested in what gay men do for
entertainment; he had come here and come there. Then I got up and began to teach
Jun how to do fellatio like a pro. To teach him, I demonstrated on him, but his
memory was still good about the previous time doing it. That was proven by his
tentative but satisfactory effort on my weary tool, but he almost backed off of
my head when it came time to blow. But he took it, let it dribble out of his
mouth as I had done, then swallowed it--as I had done with his. He smiled and
laughed. He was learning quickly.
Following that, I used the suntan lotion to grease my back hole and carefully
instructed Jun how to put his cock into me there and fuck me in the ass. This
was something that he hesitated doing, but I assured him it was permissible with
a condom. He humped against me and we rocked together until he threw himself
over my back and came inside me. He had obviously been saving up his cum!
Falling back and out of me, his condom was wrinkled and soiled. He breathed
rapidly and said that of the three kinds of enjoyment, the cock-sucking was the
most enjoyable, and I agreed. But in the non-spoken communication of the
Japanese, that statement was really a request: he was not telling me it was the
best, he was asking for me to do it again. I got it and did it: bending over
from my knees with my ass high in the air again, taking his freshly-washed
upright brown cock in my fingers and holding it there for my lips and tongue to
take care of with all my gentle persuasion. When he came that time, I took it in
my mouth, then allowed it all to slide out and down his shaft so he could see
what it looked like, knowing that it had been inside my mouth, remembering that
it had been shot not into a girl's hot cunt but into a man's hot mouth--and
knowing the difference. Then we cooled off in the stream for a while.
After that, we returned to the towel and laid down to dry off under the hot sun.
I was sure to be getting a sunburn from this abuse, I thought, noticing Jun
starting to stroke himself once more. Was it possible that he had not had enough
of this? Yes, it seemed so, as I watched him doing it and he watching me watch
him, perhaps that non-verbal communication working again on me. "You are
insatiable," I said, and his face showed puzzlement. So I bent over his organ
and helped intensify the cosmic effect with the exquisitely delicate flickering
of my firebrand tongue against the tender underside of that swollen bulb until
the pulsating moment of climax was near. Then I voraciously plunged my mouth
over the head only a feverish heartbeat before that hose released its mighty
splurge of burning cream, the milky juice exploding out into my dry, starved
mouth.
My naked ass was in the air, my head stuffed between this young man's thighs,
drawing out his hot cream, when I heard a voice behind me. Staring at my ass,
with my buns spread wide and my asshole puckering for a kiss, I heard someone
say: "Sensei?" I raised my head, staring into Jun's belly a moment, and when the
newly arrived person spoke again in surprised, I knew that I was caught. I
slowly looked behind me, and saw three young men who were students at the same
small high school where I taught English twice a week.
There was no covering up and no excuses. So I turned between Jun's thighs and
sat crosslegged before them. They were shocked at the sight of their teacher
naked on a towel in the grass. Probably more shocked at how they discovered me:
fresh from an act of fellatio. These three were not my best students, not so
good at English, and were known for their behavior problems: in other words,
they were rebels at school, and in Japan the rebel is put down quickly. These
three boys--as third-year students, they had to be sixteen or seventeen-- were
dressed for hiking, but seeing me in my compromising positon told them all they
needed to know.
The first boy told me in broken English that I was "sexy" and opened his pants
to show me his cock. This generation was taller and their cocks were closer in
size to Westerners. The fact that this boy's organ went hard as soon as he
pulled it out gave me some hope that the afternoon was not yet completed. I
waved him over--I did not know his name for certain, maybe Kubota; we addressed
students by their family names--and let my mouth engulf his hard rod. His two
companions watched in amazement as "sensei" worked their friend to explosion.
The fountain was great, as though he had saved up his cream all his life. He
stumbled backward, fell on the grass, weak-kneed and drained. His companions,
Nakajima and Aoki, quickly had their dicks out, massaging them in their hands,
but then turned shy. "Sensei," said Nakajima, "moichido onegaishimasu," meaning:
'one more time, if you please.' He was slightly larger (half-hard) than Kubota
was, but I got him to explode in my mouth, too. Aoki could hardly wait and shot
his load about ten seconds after he entered my mouth, not enough time for me to
demonstrate my advanced techniques.
I turned on my hands and knees to where Jun had lain during my last sucking. He
was soft, so I dropped my face to gobble him into my mouth, leaving my ass in
the air again. Would they take the hint? I sucked on Jun's growing cock, pausing
to glance back at my three students. (Students of what?) Finally, I had to tap
my butt to get their attention. Kubota slipped out of his shorts and knelt
behind my ass; this boy must know what he wants, I thought, because he did not
hesitate to offer me his cock. I used one hand to hold my butt spread and poked
a fingertip inside my anus. "Ee desu ka?" he asked. 'Is it OK?' I nodded and he
pushed his new hard-on into my ass. Before I could get Jun off again, Kubota had
settled into a hard, fast rhythm and grunted loudly as he came inside me. He
pulled out and I coaxed Nakajima to follow him in fucking my asshole. He could
nto quite get it inside--not that he was too large, just clumsy--so I released
Jun (who could no achieve erection again) and took Nakajima in my mouth.
"Sensei! Kimochii!" he cried out as he came; 'Feels great!' He recommended me to
Aoki, now stripped clean, who positioned himself before my mouth.
But I was tired now--my jaw, at least--so I turned him around and pushed him
down on the towel, spread his tiny buttocks and tongue-screwed his asshole as I
grew hard. They were amazed at my Western-sized cock but were more amazed when I
pushed it inside Aoki's now-slick backdoor. He groaned in discomfort, so I took
pity on him and pulled out. My fabulous erection was now stained, so I wiped it
off with a handful of grass and went to the stream to wash. When I returned to
the towel, they had dressed and were ready to continue on their way up the
mountain. They thanked me and waved farewell. Since the summer recess had begun,
I would not be returning to their school again before I left Japan. Maybe that
was for the best. How could we ever explain our lusty glances at each other?
One thing about these younger guys, I was telling myself, they do have endless
resources to blow away! I would have wanted to do it again, as hot as I was
becoming--I had not been so filled with passion at the beginning, but after
these several shots of Jun's I was feeling a certain rush of excitement. When
the younger trio arrived, I could not stop myself. I had to take what I could.
No doubt they would have much to talk about after they returned--or, after I had
left Japan--getting perhaps their first experience with a blowjob. And from
their teacher, their "sensei"! But Jun had had enough, was totally satisfied,
and so he washed off in the stream, dried himself with my towel, dressed and bid
me farewell, also. After thirty minutes or so, I got up and washed off again in
the stream, dressed and headed home, confident that Hideo would not be arriving
soon for his lesson but me not caring very much.
