Takahiro

Sunday Morning

The snow continued to fall through the night. It seemed like both Takahiro and I were sleeping pretty soundly. I woke up at one point to find him snuggled up behind me, which I found oddly comforting. I rolled in towards him, and looked at his face in the dim light of the snowy night.

I had never really paid attention to Taka's looks before. We had just been guys hanging out with some girls. As I thought about it, there had seldom been any more guys around than just him and me. I really had not paid all that much attention. And even with the events of the evening, I somehow really just got lost in his tongue and the moment. I was still surprised at how calmly he swallowed my load.

And there he was right next to me, breathing slowly and peacefully. As I looked at his face, it was the first time it had occurred to me how attractive he was. He was tall for a Japanese guy, quite well built, even if I had no idea what kinds of physical activities he had ever been involved in. His body seemed entirely smooth, other than a bit of pubic hair and a bit of hair under his arms. And then I decided I better stop looking so closely, almost as if we had not both gotten caught up in the moment, as if there might actually be something emerging between the two of us.

Of course later I would learn that he was feigning sleep as I looked at him. I still hadn't really paid attention to much of the rest of him. All I knew was what a nice moment it had been, and that just in looking at what I thought was his sleeping face I had curiously gone hard again. I couldn't quite tell if it was because I just enjoyed the blowjob that much, or because there might be something more there. And then he started to stir, so I turned back around and resumed my old position, with him snuggling up even a bit closer than before.

When I woke up in the morning I turned back towards him one more time. His hand had ended up on my side, so when I turned I felt his hand stay with me as I rolled. He seemed to be waking up at the same time as me, and he groggily said good morning and said he hoped I had slept ok.

Our faces were so close together, the heated table was so warm, and it was so cozy. Maybe that's what did it. I looked at him and said good morning as well. I asked him if he had slept well. And our lips closed in on each other one more time. Slowly our tongues intertwined again. Slowly his arms closed in on me, and I reciprocated. It was so much easier since we had fallen asleep naked.

As our mouths met, I thought about having shot in his mouth last evening. Even that had seemed so calm--not at all what I think I would have expected. And once again I felt his hand slip down to my dick, which he seemed pleased to find was already so hard and so wet. "And here I was thinking that yesterday was some kind of crazy one-off moment that would never be repeat..."

I didn't let him finish talking, but slid my tongue back into his willing mouth. Our naked bodies embraced, and he slowly started kissing down my body, even more slowly and passionately than the evening before. I was somehow even more surprised than before, as he slipped down and gracefully slid my dick into his willing mouth. I tried my best to respond, massaging his head and rubbing my hands through his thick black hair as he swallowed my dick clear down to my balls, even more easily than before.

I shot way sooner than I had expected, even though I tried not to. He cupped my balls and swallowed even deeper, as he commented that I even seemed bigger than the day before. That was enough to get me to shoot at least half a dozen times into his once again willing throat, rubbing his hands up to my chest and back down to my dick as he did so. It seemed crazy, but I was almost sure my dick was even longer than its usual 8 and a half inches, and almost so hard he seemed to be having a hard time getting it all the way in his mouth.

The whole thing felt even more like a dream than the last time, as he slowly came up to kiss me. "We really should fuck, Jeff, even if I may be too tight to take you all, at least at first."

That sentence alone made me go hard again. I never remember that happening with a woman before, as I peered into his eyes. I kissed him again, then worked down to where I could suck on his nipples. Never having been with a guy like that, I worked them like he was a woman. He responded even more than most women I had known, and somehow some combination of him and me continued my going lower.

There was a public bath fairly close to my apartment, which I went to fairly regularly, so I tried to imagine that he was likely to be much like most of the other Japanese guys I had seen: decent dick, although not all that big, kind of proportionate to his body, a bit of hair around the base of his dick, and somehow proportionate balls. I halfway thought it might be a bit less since he seemed to be such a bottom, as my hand rubbed his well-toned stomach, and as my mouth followed behind.

My surprise happened as my hand touched his navel. His hard precumming dick was there, touching his navel as I kissed him. Now I was even more confused. He's a hung Japanese guy, who is anxious to have me suck him, even though he so artfully milked me, just seconds ago?

I went with the moment, and kissed the head of his rock-hard dick. It was bigger than mine, maybe by even an inch or more. I licked down to his balls, yielding yet another surprise, as they were also clearly bigger than mine.

I thought about what he had done for me, and somehow felt the need to reciprocate. I tried to get his entire dick in my mouth, thinking that he hadn't actually shot the evening before. And his hands massaged my neck, my head and my shoulders, almost better and better the better I sucked him.

Within a few minutes he was cumming, with my head and shoulders so relaxed I just keep sucking. He had to have shot way more than I did. I swallowed and swallowed, embarrassed not to, given how artfully he had swallowed my cum twice already. He stopped, then started again, shooting more than I imagine I had ever shot in my whole life. I spilled a bit, but manned up and cleaned up after myself, as I slowly emerged from under the covers, even more curious than before.

"Wow. I didn't really expect that, Jeff. I don't know if I've ever shot that much in my whole life." And then Taka kissed me again, sliding his long tongue so deep in my mouth I knew he must have been thinking what it would be like to fuck me. I tried to push mine into his mouth, but he overpowered me.

And there it was, Sunday morning with the snow still falling outside. My cum yet again in Taka's gut, and now his in mine. I snuggled in close, and closed my eyes wondering if he had really been serious when he mentioned my fucking him.

He flexed his muscles, held me close, and we slipped back into a still early morning nap. The last thing I remembered was that he said he loved my blue eyes.

Where had this come from? Where would it go from here?