The noodle bars in Tokyo are always cheap and business man busy. I was the only westerner in there that day. My bad Japanese and American attitude making things work in my favour.
In a way, he stood out more than me. Sitting to my left. Our legs claustrophobically close. He was Japanese, sure, but a twink to end all twinks. So feminine he was virtually female. Roll over and have his belly tickled look about him. Basically a slim body covered in a motorcycle jacket. Skinny arms poking through leather and holding chopsticks. The polar opposite me as I sat next to him wearing my black t-shirt and muscles so well.
Not long after our bowls were placed in front of us, he spoke. Offering me his name - Kenji - and getting mine in return - Paul. Wanting to practice his English and compliment my use of chopsticks. Something I had heard a million times since arriving the week before. He had been to America once. New York. Showing me pictures on his phone while ramen dripped from his chin
The restaurant remained busy but the mood changed. Stomach full but sex on my mind. Feeling like the wolf tattoo on my arm as I watched the final noodle disappear into Kenji’s tiny mouth. A mouth I really wanted to fuck after no physical contact for over a week.
So I was more than ready for his pitch when it came. His line. Casually mentioning his apartment that was actually above the noodle bar we were sat in. That he had beer and more photos he could show me. Like actual physical photos you could hold, crease and forget.
Sure - why not? One appetite satisfied and Kenji being the pathway to satisfying another. Really wanting to fuck and own this guy. To go to his apartment and drink his beer while he drank my balls. Ruining him in his own country. Command and Conquer that ass.
We left the bar - Kenji paid - and turned a corner to a staircase. Up two flights and we were inside his single room apartment. Shoes removed. His biker jacket removed. Revealing an even skinner twink that I have first thought - though his forearms looked strong and I was starting to get a mini obsession with his beautiful black hair.
The room had air con but no sofa, just a large futon that we lay upon drinking beer and forgetting photos of New York. I felt confident and horny as I lay there drinking. Knowing that the beer bottles in our hands would signal the start of proceedings. That when they ran dry, we would get wet. Saliva, pre-cum and sweat all guaranteed.
When the time came, I took my last swig - and so did Kenji. His light fingers taking my bottle and placing it away from us along with his.
Fuck time was here.
I got things under way by kissing Kenji passionately. Grabbing the back of his neck. A neck I was about to push down to my groin. But my oh my, I had underestimated this little twink as Kenji suddenly took control. His strong forearms launching his hands to the back of my head. Holding me firm as he began to fuck my mouth with his. My cock hard and my foreign tongue silent as everything suddenly changed.
Wait?
Was I about to get fucked?
This was what I was thinking as he released his grip on my shocked and horny face. Kenji standing on the bed and unzipping his jeans. Pushing down denim and underwear to reveal a massive cock. Godzilla big. Thick and veined. Already leaking precum with the thrill of it all. And his face? That wore a look of - “You thought you were gonna wreck me, didn’t you?” That had been the plan but I abandoned it as I got on my knees ready to play along.
I was all in so Kenji didn’t have to be so rough. Gripping my hair way too hard and yanking my head towards his cock. Weirdly slapping his swinging dick against my cheek as if to say - Open Wide!
My jaw surrendered accordingly but I barely had time to part my lips before he shoved the fat head of his cock past them. Driving straight into my mouth and beyond. Making me gag hard around his thick shaft. And as my eyes ran wet, I thought - where the fuck had the weak little twink and his New York photos gone? Who the fuck had their cock in my mouth?
No time to think as the face fucking began. Deep pumps. Pulling back just enough for me to gasp a breath before slamming back in. The wet, obscene sounds of me choking filling the tiny room as spit ran down my chin and dripped onto my thighs.
After several long minutes of brutal mouth slamming - something that I shamefully enjoyed - Kenji finally pulled out. Strings of spit connecting my used lips to his glistening, throbbing cock that remained in my face.
No time to recover as Kenji shoved me face-down on the futon. My body lifting itself and helping him rip my jeans and sweaty underwear down my legs in one rough motion taking my underwear along for the ride. My hard cock trapped beneath me while Kenji spread my ass cheeks. Inspecting the territory he was about to dominate.
Deep down, I hoped some lube would miraculously appear, but this didn’t happen. We were going raw. And honestly - this was just the way I wanted it. Kenji spitting on my hole before pressing that Godzilla cock against it. And he didn’t ease in. He drove forward, burying half his length in one samurai thrust. An intense overwhelming burn. I groaned into the sheets over the course of a minute as Kenji worked my ass. Not stopping until he had bottomed out. Completely owning me. Mission accomplished.
Kenji fucked like he’d been waiting to own me since sitting on the stool in the noodle bar. Knowing the script all night while I fluffed my lines beneath him. Hard, relentless strokes that made the futon base creak. His small hand pinning my neck down as he reverted to Japanese. Passionate words I didn’t understand but my ass adored his cock.
Kenji paused with his dick all in, and rolled me onto my side. Staying behind me and reaching around for the reacharound. Anchoring his thrusts via my cock. Restarting his breathless brutal pounding. My dick happily captured between his skinny fingers as my big bad wolf tattoo on my forearm surrendered in front of my very eyes.
The pleasure built fast and humiliating. His thick cock owning my prostate and sending sparks through me. I was leaking all over his fingertips. Moaning louder than I wanted to. Kenji even biting my shoulder as his hips slammed harder.
Then he said it. Speaking in pitch perfect pornstar English.
“Gonna fill you up fucker!”
His strokes became erratic and desperate signalling The End was Nigh until Kenji buried himself to the hilt and came with a shuddering shout, pumping his hot, thick load deep inside me as his fist went into overdrive around my shaft. My own delivery following seconds later. Shooting across the sheets while he kept grinding through his orgasm.
Kenji stayed inside me for a long moment afterwards catching his breath. Letting out a satisfied, feminine giggles until slowly pulling out. Cum and satisfaction dripping from me as I lay there in my t-shirt with my trousers around my ankles. Shocked and fucked.
Kenji headed for the mini-fridge for more beers. Telling me ‘that was fun’ as his massive cock continued to intimidate me. His biker jacket in frame behind him by the door. A door I didn’t know which side I wanted to be on. Ass sore and beer taken. I lay in the mess of it all while my cock considered the options.
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