Mouthwatering delicacies

Taka is a 35-year old Japanese guy, 5’9” (175 cm), 143 lbs (65 kg). He defines himself as bottom and oral versatile. When you see a picture of Taka at age 17 or 18, you imagine that he could have inspired the artist Ben Kimura (1947-2003), the face of Japanese gay magazines like Barazoku and Sabu.

All Kimura drawings portray idealized yet alluringly masculine bodies. The faces are boyish with realistic expressions; petulant, moody, brooding, soulful, or pouty yet always sensuous. Like Kimura’s boys, Taka is completely hairless, except maybe for a little black tiff down there. He trains in the gym at least four times a week and likes to wear a white jockstrap which he proudly exhibits in the locker room. His charm attracts guys his own age as well as elderly men salivating with concupiscence.

In the shower, Taka is often approached by slim young gymnasts who show off their thick dick and offer to rub his back, not to say his back-door. Taka is prompt in turning around, in the hope of finding some one equally straightforward but twice his age. Ever since he discovered his sexual orientation, the attraction of a father figure has been predominant.

Is it because he was raised by a single mother? Is it because he seeks to be dominated by an iron fist in a velvet glove? Is it because he is looking for the experience of a man at the height of maturity? One thing is certain, Taka wants to serve as a sex toy for a dreamed daddy, uncle, godfather, senior gentleman. And since he moved to New York, that male figure must be White, often called a Rice Queen in the gay community.

On Sunday afternoons, Taka takes a stroll in Central Park and often notices a White man, roughly 65, reading on a bench and discreetly smiling as he goes by. He who risks nothing gets nothing, so Taka makes the first move.

- Hello, what are you reading?
- Confessions of a Mask, by Kuki Mishima.
- He is one of my compatriots and he was my favorite author in Japan.
- I wondered if you were Chinese, Japanese or Korean. My name is Paul.
- I’m from Osaka and moved to Chicago six years ago. My name is Taka.
- Please sit down, maybe we can discuss Mishima’s struggle to fit into Japanese society.

Taka explains to Paul that the protagonist in Confessions of a Mask, referred to as Kochan, is the diminutive of the author’s real name: Kimitake. Like Mishima, Kochan was born with a less-than-ideal body in terms of physical fitness and robustness. Paul understands that throughout the first half of the book, Kochan struggles intensely to fit into Japanese society. He is portrayed as a weak homosexual who is kept away from boys his own age, thus not exposed to the norm.

- This isolation leads Kochan to his future fascinations and fantasies of same-sex experiences, underlines Taka.
- In this way of thinking, isn’t Mishima similar? Is it not an autobiographical novel?
- Indeed, and very similar to my own experience, although much more modest.
- I kind of guessed that you are gay, so am I… and very pleased to meet you, Taka.
- Same here, Paul. I feel comfortable with you. Would you be free for dinner tonight?
- I never say no to a golden opportunity of admiring masculinity.
- Like me, you probably enjoyed looking at Roman sculptures and statues of men in dynamic physical positions when you were young.

On that promising note, Paul suggests that they pick up fresh shrimps, sushi, a bottle of wine, and enjoy a meal in his studio condo overlooking the Hudson River. His plan is already laid out in black and white, or White and Yellow in this case. Taka is glad that he’s wearing a jockstrap and tight faded blue jeans. It makes him feel horny and ready to attack the pièce de résistance.

Finger food and a glass of wine go hand in hand when two men are cuddling on the sofa. Paul proposes that the entire evening be put under the theme Mouthwatering Delicacies. For Taka, that means kissing, sucking and rimming, exactly what is at the top of his sensuous menu. Paul’s queen-size bed becomes an arena or a ring of naked combat. The two men wrestle to kiss each other’s lips, dick, balls, ass. Taka keeps saying “Use me as a sex toy, I have the feeling that I’m hugging the warmest Teddy bear I’ve ever met.”

The pièce de résistance is the hidden jewel, the rose bud, the smelly freckle, the butthole. In attacking it, licking it, sucking it, tongue darting it, Paul and Taka feel in perfect Harmony. In line with Elton John’s song, they are pretty good company, they want to let their feelings flow, and love each other forever.