My first Japanese cock

I’d been in Germany for about three weeks of a six-month study visit and was staying in a male dormitory for foreign students and visiting teachers and professors. There were men from pretty much everywhere: old, young, straight, gay. I’d already had some fun with an elderly Italian professor of literature who had a thing for slim young men (I was 22, he was in his late 50s), but he’d gone back to Milan and his wife, and I was currently on my own.

I spoke good German and I’d also been studying Japanese, and one day when I was going downstairs to the entrance I was surprised to hear someone speaking poor English with what I was fairly sure was a Japanese accent. The man was trying to make himself understood to the dorm supervisor, but wasn’t having much luck, and when the supervisor saw me he called me over. “You speak some Japanese, don’t you Rick. For heaven’s sake help me as I haven’t got a clue what Professor Uchida is trying to say.” My Japanese wasn’t great, but I got out a greeting and asked if I could help. The professor was really surprised to hear his own language and started to rattle off something that was way too fast for me, so I asked him to slow down so I could understand. Turns out he wanted to so some sightseeing and needed a map, and when I translated for the supervisor he just said “Why don’t you go with him?” It was a chance to practice, so I gave up on shopping and agreed.

We arranged to meet back in the lobby in 15 minutes, so I popped back to my room to make myself look more presentable (skinny jeans and a fairly tight T-shirt, my normal going-out gear). The professor was waiting for me, and his smile as I walked down the stairs suggested he liked what he saw. He was a shortish man, probably early 60s, a little overweight and more than a little short on hair, but his lips looked really soft and sensuous.

We spent the afternoon visiting all the sights. He seemed to enjoy himself, and between his broken English and my basic Japanese we managed to get by. It was early evening when we got back to the dorm, and he said something I didn’t catch, so he said in English “Please, my room, thankyou drink! For sightseeing! In 30 minutes.” I smiled, nodded, and went back to my room to shower and freshen up. While I was showering I remembered his expression as I came down the stairs, so I decided on my tightest pair of jeans, a narrow belt, and a mauve V-neck T-shirt.

Visiting teachers and professors had more spacious rooms in a separate wing, and I’d eaten Italian there already so I knew where to go. I found the room and knocked on the door. “Wait a moment!” came a voice in English, so I did. When the door opened a red-faced Professor Uchida stood before me in a Japanese robe fastened loosely at the front. He’d been drinking already and seemed pretty jovial. “Ha Rick, come in! You speak Japanese for me all afternoon, now I speak English tonight for you!” Oh shit, I thought as I went in, but his “You look so handsome!” perked me up.

He had some sake, and we polished off most of the bottle in very little time. I was feeling pretty tipsy, and Professor Uchida looked almost gone, but he stood up suddenly and asked if I knew about Japanese massages. “No”, I answered. “OK, I show you!” This sounded promising, so I said “Sure!”. He told me to go and lie on the bed, which I was about to do, and then he said “No, no! First you take your clothes off!” I stripped to my thong and heard him gasp behind me. “Everything off!” And off it came. “You’re really so handsome! Really nice body! Please lie face up on the bed and cover your penis with this towel”. That seemed a little prudish at this stage, but I guessed he knew better than me. He went into the bathroom and when he returned he had a bottle of lotion in his hand and was wearing nothing but white cloth underwear that hid his cock but not his arse. He must have noticed I was getting hard, and as he opened the lotion and started to work it into my chest he said “I show you! You feel good!” He slowly moving down my body as I got harder and harder in anticipation, but he bypassed my cock and started to rub me from the ankles up, spending a lot of time on my thighs and opening my legs so he could reach around my balls and into my crack. I was rock hard by now and had shut my eyes so I could just enjoy his fingers working my testicles. When I opened them he was standing beside me naked and his thick little cock was bulging and fit to burst. “Now the best part” he said, removing my towel and lathering my hard-on with lotion.

Oh fuck”, I thought, I don’t want to cum yet, but he knew just what he was doing and eased off when he felt I was close to erupting. He suddenly stopped, put the lotion down, got on the bed, sat on top of me and thrust his cock toward my face. I opened my mouth to lick his dick slowly, but he shoved it right in and held it there. I gagged slightly, but he didn’t react, and I could see he was playing with his nipples with one hand as he reached the other behind him and started to massage my sloppy cock before sliding off me so we could suck each other.

This was my first Japanese cock, short, stubby, and hard, and I was loving it. I’d seen a lot of erotic prints of Japanese men fucking, I’d always thought they looked hot, and now I had one to myself!

Just then the professor stopped sucking and whispered “Fuck”. I wondered what was wrong, but he simply pulled out of my mouth, turned me over arse up and with no further ado stuck his dick inside me and drilled me until he came. Then he laid me on my back and masturbated me so hard that I shot in no time. He took my cum on his fingers, forced some into my mouth, put some in his mouth, kissed me hard, and said slowly and clearly in Japanese, so I could understand: “I like sex with a white boy. Let’s do this again.” And we did.