Takahiro

I was a graduate student in Tokyo.  Takahiro was a young salaryman.  We met through some religious functions.  He was a bit overly flirtly with the women, as far as I could tell, and a fair bit more outgoing than the other Japanese people I had met so far.  I still can't really tell whether that left me curious or somehow annoyed, but as a group we got along fine, so I just went with the flow.  My Japanese was fine, and his English was at least ok, so I went with the flow there as well.

Given that, I'm still not quite sure how we ended up at my place on that cold February day.  I had a small apartment in a quiet neighborhood, even if it wasn't all that far away from a couple of train lines into the heart of the city.  It may have been that we all hung out a bit later than usual, and somehow my place was on the way to his longer train ride back to where he worked, and the company dorm that he lived in.

We stopped by my place, almost oddly as if he should warm up before he headed off.  It was the first time the two of us had ever been alone, and maybe even more so without women around.  We were just winding down for the day, and ended up having way more to talk about than I had imagined would be the case.  And on top of that it had been pretty cold and windy outside, so being inside was nice and warm.

The winter setup in the apartment was a short square table, with a heater under the table, and with blankets both between the tatami mats and the table and between the table top and the frame that held the heater.  It always quickly warmed up, and was quite comfortable, particularly on cold days.  And, almost as a sign, snow started falling as we got inside and sat down to visit for a bit to warm up.

Since things were going fine, I didn't really have the heart to send him out into the snow unnecessarily, so it didn't take long for me to let him know he was welcome to stay the night, or at least until the snow stopped.  By that time, we were both settled in at the table, with pillow cushions under and around us.  It was hard not to feel it was pretty cozy, and we were both a bit drained from all the socializing we had been doing.

We were both single and easy-going, but he did make sure I really was ok if he decided to hang out for a bit.  Of course I agreed, and we settled in even more, with the blankets, the cushions and the heater all relaxing us more and more, as the snow continued to quietly fall outside, and as it started to become dark.

Takahiro said it might be tempting to stay the night.  Of course I didn't care, and noted that there was no real reason to go anywhere, as Saturday evening rolled upon us.

We talked about almost everything, which had not really been my experience so far with most Japanese, especially guys.  He talked about the girls we had been with, and somehow we ended up on the subject of kissing, since his sense was that we Americans looked at kissing fairly different than Japanese did.  I was just going with the flow, as I got more and more tired and relaxed, and as we both laid down on the cushions and stretched out a bit.

Taka, as he asked me to call him, kept going down the path of kissing, and brought up what he thought he had heard was some French way of kissing, which he wasn't really sure he knew all that much about.  I was tired enough that I gave up on the Japanese and let him go on with his broken but fluent English, as he asked whether that was some way of kissing and using your tongue.  As he did that, he stuck his own tongue out, which oddly struck me as longer than I would have expected a Japanese tongue to be, despite how odd that may sound.

At that point, we were both lying on our pillows, darkness was almost upon us, the snow was starting to pile up, and our heads were closer and closer.  That was when he asked me if that would be stupid if he asked me if I could show him how one could kiss and use their tongue.

We had even brought up which girl he would like to try it with, so nothing felt gay about the situation at all, when there he was with his long tongue right next to my lips.  I had heard that Japanese almost never kissed, and seldom engaged in any kind of foreplay, so I just kind of went with the situation, almost as if I were trying to help my kid brother figure out how to move things along with a date.

I closed my eyes, gently, opened my mouth, and let Taka put his tongue on mine.  I will never be able to tell what prompted me to keep going, as his long tongue slid artfully into my mouth.  And there we were French-kissing, both enjoying it way more than I am sure either of us expected.

He pulled his tongue out.  I put my tongue in his mouth.  I was lost in the moment, and there we went making out.  I opened my eyes for a second, and saw that he was as lost in the moment as I was, as he also started running his hands around my face and down my body, his eyes half-closed as well.  "This almost feels like a movie" was about all he said.  I am still surprised at how perfectly he was keeping his tongue wet, given all the disastrous kissers I had met and heard of at that point in my life.

As I was thinking increasingly that it must be the warmth of the whole thing was overcoming me, I felt his hand go lower and lower, knowing full well that I had already gone hard.  He kissed my neck, felt my chest, felt my crotch, and came up to kiss some more, also pulling off my shirt as he did so.  He seemed way more versed in this than I ever had imagined, and I just let him do his thing, and it was not long before we were both bare-chested, with him crawling all over me, and as his hand slid all the way down to go inside my sweats, as he kissed all the way down to my navel.

I was hard and horny at that point, so I just let him do his thing, as he moved his mouth right down to my now-throbbing dick head, which he also kissed.  My hands went to his head, which I rubbed gently as he swallowed my dick, kissing it even more artfully than he had my lips.  His commenting how big my dick was just made me proud somehow, as he cupped my balls and swirled his tongue around and around my precumming slit, coming up every once in a while to kiss my chest, my mouth, put his tongue in it, and then go back down.

I gave in entirely, and let him do his thing, as I started shooting, right in his mouth, without warning him at all.  He kept sucking like a pro, and I relaxed into the moment, as he swallowed, spit some back on my dick, took his own clothes off, and snuggled closer to me under the blankets.

I was way too calm and peacefully drained to think much about anything, as he so shamelessly swallowed my cum, kissed me and pushed some into my mouth, and snuggled in for the night.

The snow continued to fall as we fell asleep, his head on my chest and his hand still on my dick as we drifted off.