Mr. Noguchi

Friday evening in May of ’72 and I’d just shared blowjobs with my substitute Gym teacher, Mr. Gull, [TEACHER AND ME: SUCKING THE SUBSTITUTE] and was left hungry for more action.  I had him drop me off in the parking lot of the department store where I’d sucked my first cock on the off chance that Joseph, the businessman recipient of that blowjob, might be cruising.  He’d told me once that he was usually around Wednesdays and Fridays at 4:00 pm, and it was 4:45, so there was hope.

I saw his car parked off by itself and, smiling, casually headed toward it.  Halfway there I realized he wasn’t in it. Now what?  I took my time approaching it.  I couldn’t just get in and wait.  Even if it was open, he might be with somebody.  There was a phone booth near it so I went on over and went in, turned so I could watch for him, and called home to check in with Uncle Mitch.  I told him I was out with friends and assured him I’d call if I got stranded.  He told me Mr. Collier had called and left a message to call him back.  I jotted his number down.  Uncle Mitch said it sounded important and I said I’d call him back immediately.  That reminded me that Joseph had my number too, and I told Uncle Mitch about the possible part-time job this summer and that a Mr. Neumann or Joseph might call regarding that.

A man in a grey trench coat came out of the department store and headed my way.

I called Mr. C, wondering if he wanted a get together this weekend [actually, hoping he did].

The man in the trench coat got close enough that I could see it was Joseph.  He saw me and nodded and I waved.

Mr. C wanted to talk about me working for him at the studio, just part-time.  It would help him and make explanations for his occasional phone call unnecessary.  We agreed he’d pick me up tomorrow at nine am and he added that he might have a “little get together soon” if I was interested.  “It might be four; at most half a dozen.  Do you play poker?”  I’d played a little with buds.  “Well, we’ll go easy on ya, kiddo.  You interested in joining us?”  I told him I was, and we said byes and hung up.

Joseph was outside the booth and, when I opened it, he asked point blank, “Are you looking for some action?”  I said Yes and he said, “Funny, I was just talking about you today.”  He opened the car passenger door and lit up a cigarette.  I took my jacket off and climbed in, slid my jeans and briefs down to mid-thigh and lay my coat in my lap, all as he expected me to.  And doing it immediately increased my level of horny.  Joseph watched, smiling, finished his cigarette and got into the car.  He felt my thigh, fondled my semi-hard cock.  “I was talking to Mr. Noguchi; you remember him from the theatre.”  [THE XXX THEATRE]   “Yoshi?”  “Mr. Noguchi.  Right.  We were discussing the possibility of getting you together with us next week.  Are you interested?”  I was.  He nodded, “Would you be interested in seeing him tonight if he’s available?”  “At the theatre?”  “Not this time.”  I said I was, and he got out and went to the phone booth, made a call and talked for around fifteen minutes and came back.  He lit another cigarette and took a couple of drags off it, making me wait.  Then he said “He’ll meet us at seven forty-five.  He likes to slap asses, especially white asses.”  I didn’t tell him that I’d found myself getting more and more turned on by that sort of attention but said I didn’t mind. 

He took me to a diner for dinner, then to the Blue Bar [where he’d taken me April 1st] for drinks [THAT BUSINESSMAN CHAPTER 2].  It was a little past six and there was a small crowd of around twenty to thirty guys mostly, but not completely, over thirty.  A few of the guys came around to say hi to Joseph and most of them copped a feel of my ass [we were standing at the counter] for good measure.  One who I initially thought was Mr. Collier’s buddy Toni, but wasn’t, spent nearly five minutes talking to Joseph, feeling my ass the whole time.  At one point Joseph said “Yeah, I can make that happen” and the guy patted my ass twice, like punctuation.  Before he left, he bought us refills and said to me, “See you again, babe.”  Later I came back from the restroom and Joseph was talking to a tall blonde in his thirties.  Joseph saw me, took a drink and told the guy, “Ask him yourself.   Never mind, Val, are you a bottom or top?”  I didn’t know the difference.  The blonde said, “Maybe he’s neither.”  Joseph put his arm around me, “Are you...?  Do you like to fuck or get fucked?”  The blonde said, “Or both?”  I smiled, “I prefer getting fucked.”  Joseph said, “Eddie wants you to fuck him all night.  Is that something you’d go for?  Be honest.”  I said no.  The idea of being on top didn’t appeal to me at all.  Joseph said, “You’re a bottom.”  Eddie gave me a sour look and left.

We left at seven-fifteen and pulled into the parking lot of the company Joseph worked for at a little after seven-thirty.  This time he had me keep my pants up, although he casually fondled my balls and cock while we waited.  At seven forty-five a black Mercedes Benz pulled up behind us, and the driver [he was well dressed but not in chauffeur livery] got out and opened the rear passenger door.   Joseph said, “That’s us.”

Mr. Noguchi was in the rear.  They had me sit between him and Joseph, and Mr. Noguchi caressed my leg as we were driven to his club.

His private, membership-only club.

We entered—Mr. Noguchi leading, then me, then Joseph—into a curtained alcove with a coat check boy and a big bouncer.  Then through the curtains and into the club proper.  The main room was a standard show-bar with a runway, large bar counter around it and booth seating along the walls and was a bit darker than I was used to.  There were two bartenders, both shirtless, and four cocktail waiters dressed in deck shoes and silk briefs [three in black and one in red].  There were probably thirty to forty men here, primarily Asian, and Mr. Noguchi said they would generally have over a hundred-forty by eleven pm on weekends.  The lounge was in the back, separated by red curtains.  He led us through the curtains to the equally dark room lit by red and blue neon, with six small and two large leather sofas.  Two customers were on one of the small sofas, one giving the other a blowjob.  Mr. Noguchi said “Come” and led us out to the bar counter and ordered drinks. 

When they were served, we drank a toast and he put his arm around me, hooking a thumb into my back pocket.  I told him the club was great, he thanked me, and Joseph offered up, “This is one of the small ones.  The big ones are in Japan, right, Yoshi?”  “Japan and London.  We have five in North America, two in Japan and three in England and Europe, some more…bold…than others, all very private.  Only three of them---one in Tokyo, one in England and one in Toronto—are larger.  We may be opening a large one in San Francisco soon.”  He felt my ass and patted it, watching my face, “Open your belt and button, pretty boy.”  He touched my glass, “First drink.”  I drank a mouthful and opened my belt and jeans button.  He ordered me a refill, unzipped my jeans and reached behind me and tugged them down a little.  I finished my drink when the bartender brought the refill. 

Mr. Noguchi patted my ass and hooked his thumb into my back pocket, nudging my jeans down a bit more.  “The job is still yours if you want, Joe.”  Joe drank, “I don’t know anything about running a club, Yoshi.  I’d love to—”  “I train you personally.”  He tugged my jeans down a little more and slipped his hand into them, leaned close and said, “This is business, pretty boy, just for men.  You don’t pay attention, huh?”  It rankled me a bit, but I said yes.  He pushed my jeans down, about halfway down my ass and slipped his hand into my red briefs.  “Good.”

I heard laughter behind me and glanced back.  Two well-dressed Japanese men were watching Mr. Noguchi fondle my ass.  They raised their glasses and smiled at me and I smiled back and took a drink.  Mr. Noguchi said, “I like your style Joe, and I pay well.”  He stopped feeling my ass and pulled my jeans down past my hips.  The two men behind us whistled.  Mr. Noguchi touched my glass “Drink,” he touched my lips, “then on your knees and show off, pretty boy.”  He smiled at me and whispered, “I like your style too, huh?  Only differently.”   He unzipped and made a small show out of exposing his cock, and I took a drink then knelt, nervous, self-conscious and yes, seriously turned on.  He brushed my hair, “You found what you need?”  I licked and kissed his limp cock, kissed the head and smiled, “Yes, I did, Mr. Noguchi.”  He actually laughed, “He did!  Good, pretty boy.”

I licked and kissed his shaft to full hard, glancing occasionally at the two well-dressed men, meeting their eyes more than once.  If he wanted a show, I’d give him one.  I sucked him for a couple of minutes, then he ruffled my hair, “That’s a good start, stand up now.”  Okay, a short-run show.  He slipped his cock into his briefs and, when I was standing, touched my drink. “Drink up,” and he smirked “and then I think…hmm…yes, then strip off your jeans.”  I finished my drink, my cock throbbing.  Was he going to fuck me right here?  I nudged my sneakers off, stepped away from the counter and slowly peeled my jeans down and off to a few whistles and catcalls.  I slipped my sneakers back on, holding my jeans.  Mr. Noguchi fondled my hard cock, “Pretty boy is happy, too.”  He drank up, “Now come upstairs to my office for the rest.”

He led, I followed and got a few flirts along the way, and Joseph followed me.

The office was smaller than I’d expected and was furnished with a large desk and leather chair, a futon, a large leather sofa, a leather armchair, a coatrack with a green robe hanging on it, a water cooler, a clothes valet, and a large globe/liquor stand.  Mr. Noguchi stripped, hanging his clothes carefully on the valet.  “Strip to your briefs and come to the desk.”   He retrieved a jar of lube from the desk and watched, smiling tightly, as I removed my shoes, socks and shirt.  He said something in Japanese to Joseph, who looked at me, nodded and replied in Japanese.  [Joseph told me later that Mr. Noguchi was remarking on my very light body hair and hairless chest.  I never did find out for sure, but the next time we met he offered me a job, so I think it was more along a ‘He might be worth hiring’ line.]  I went to the desk, walking casually and trying to put a little wiggle into my hips.  Mr. Noguchi leaned back against the desk, arms folded, watching me.  He was thin and defined, but not muscular, had no chest hair and I thought his pubic hair might be trimmed.  His cock was semi-erect.

When I was about six inches from the desk, he told me to stop, came up beside me and stroked my hair, “Nice long hair”, and he rubbed his bald head and laughed, “Not like me!”  He felt my chest, pinching and twisting my nipples, ran his hand down my belly and slipped his fingers into my briefs, barely brushed them against my hard dick, then withdrew and squeezed my cock and balls through my briefs,  “Damn, you always hard, pretty boy?”  I said no and added “Just most of the time.”  He let go, “I believe you!” and slapped my ass lightly.  He caressed it, slid his hand between my legs, moved around behind me and ran his hands down my thighs, “Very good.”  He ran his hands back up to my hips, grasped my briefs and tugged them down a little, then yanked then down to mid-thigh and let out a soft ‘whoosh’ sound.

Mr. Noguchi said something in Japanese and Joseph said, “He does, indeed.  And equally nice lips.”

Mr. Noguchi touched my head, “Bend.”   He pushed my briefs down as I bent and grasped the desk edge.  My briefs fell to the floor.  I started to step out of them, and he slapped my hip, “No.  Don’t bother.”  He fondled my ass, spread my ass cheeks, moved around beside me and slapped my ass lightly.   He reached over and fondled my balls, then grasped my cock and slapped my ass again, “Good,” he stroked my cock slowly and slapped my ass twice more, the last lighter, then patted it and opened the jar of lube.  “Do you want first, Joe?”  “No, you go ahead, Yoshi.  Thank you.”

Mr. Noguchi put my hand on his cock.  I massaged and stroked it, working it to erection while he carefully lubed my ass, twisting his fingers inside me a few times to make me squirm.  When I’d got his cock to its full seven inches, he moved behind me and, nudging my feet with his, spread my legs.  My dick throbbed and jerked as he pushed the tip of his cock into me.  A little more, teasing.  He reached around me and caressed my chest, inserted more and whispered something in Japanese.  More, deeper and he had to be almost completely in, and I wanted to scream ‘Fuck me’, but breathed “Feels good.”  He thrust forward, withdrew and thrust in again and started fucking me slow and steady.  He took my left hand and ran it over my breasts, down my stomach and over my straining cock and my balls.   He grasped my hand around my cock and stroked it twice, teasing, then moved it back up my belly to my breasts.  He continued this way for a few minutes then started fucking me harder and faster,

“Very good, pretty boy.”  Then a string of Japanese and Joseph said “Absolutely.”  Mr. Noguchi pressed my fingers to my lips.  I sucked at them, moaning softly.

He slapped my hips, grabbed them and fucked me harder…. faster…I grasped my dick and he pulled my hand away without skipping a beat.  Harder, slamming into me, his flesh slapping loud against mine.  Whispering “Good” and a string of Japanese and “Pretty boy” and he thrust in hard and deep and shot his warm load into me.  He continued fucking and cumming for a few seconds, said “Nice, very nice,” and withdrew, “Go ahead Joe, while he is warmed up, huh?”

I looked back.  Joe was still dressed but had his hard cock out.   He came up behind me, spit and lubed, put one arm around my waist and thrust his cock into me. 

Mr. Noguchi dressed in the robe on the coatrack and left the room.

Joseph gave me a second, two, then went to it, fucking me hard and steady.  His hot breath tickled my ear, “Horny little…. fuck yeah.”  He paused and got me to elbows and knees, thrust his cock back up my ass and pumped hard and steady.

Mr. Noguchi returned, watched for a few seconds, then hung the robe up, dressed, dialed a three-digit extension and spoke in Japanese and hung up.

Joseph slowed a little, pushed my upper body down to the floor and fucked me in long, slow thrusts for a few minutes then sped up again.  A couple minutes and he slowed again for a few seconds then stopped, trying to hold back I thought.   He ruffled my hair and started again, slow, then steady, then faster and hard.

The door opened and a 40-ish Japanese man, around 5’8 and medium build with graying hair and a good looking, sharp-featured face came in. He loosened his tie and removed his sport jacket and slacks.

Joseph braced his hands on my shoulders and thrust deep a few times then groaned and shot his load.

The sharp-featured man removed his shorts and stroked his cock to a six-inch-plus erection.

Joseph withdrew and left the room.

The sharp-featured man turned me over, smiled tightly, then spit-lubed his cock, pushed my legs up and widespread, slid his cock into me and started fucking me steadily. 

Joseph returned and started talking softly with Mr. Noguchi.

The sharp-featured man kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, still fucking me smooth and steady.  I sucked at his tongue hungrily until he broke the kiss and licked my ear.  He sat up, let my legs rest on his thighs, pumping steadily, and started stroking my cock.

Someone tapped on the door.

A little faster now and stroking my dick gently.

Mr. Noguchi said, “Come in” and one of the cocktail waiters, in red briefs, came in.  He spoke with Mr. Noguchi, said “Yes” several times and left.

Fucking me faster and the sharp-featured man pressed my dick against my belly as I came, shooting a small load.   He sped up again, jackhammer-fucking me and stopped suddenly.  A second and then his cum filled my ass.

He withdrew, put the green robe on and left the room.

Mr. Noguchi asked me “Drink, pretty boy?”  I said Yes and Joseph helped me get off the floor.  I drank half of it and thanked Mr. Noguchi.  He smiled, “Oh, my pleasure.”  The sharp-featured man came back, dressed, and left.  Mr. Noguchi asked Joseph to take me to the bathroom so I could clean up.  When he started to grab the robe, Mr. Noguchi said “No.”  So, he took me out to the corridor [which was visible to part of the bar] naked and led me to the bathroom.

After I cleaned up and dressed, Mr. Noguchi thanked me for coming “…and I hope to see you again soon.”  Despite the attempts at showing ownership of me [or maybe because of them] I said yes and meant it.  I looked forward to seeing him again.  Joseph asked him if he wanted to meet next week, per the original plan and Mr. Noguchi said “Perhaps.  Call me tomorrow.” 

Mr. Noguchi’s driver returned us to Joseph’s car and Joseph drove me home.  I watched a late movie with Uncle Mitch, managed to not fall asleep and dragged myself to bed.  Uncle Mitch opened my door while I was undressing [emphasis on the “un” because I was naked except for my shirt] and asked about Mr. Collier.  I told him about the conversation, and he nodded, closed the door, opened it again to say he’d wake me at eight and said good night.

I hit the bed and was out in minutes.