The Man in The Bullet Train

Granted, it had been my idea to start with but it was been Katsumi who'd steam-rollered over Kei's initial refusal and had booked and paid. Very soon, I'd be sat attempting to fold my legs into the least uncomfortable position possible as the three of us hurtled down the Shinkansen tracks at some ridiculous speed no doubt. Once she'd learned that his apology for a father had turfed him out as soon as the kid was 18 and that consequently he had nowhere to go now because he'd lost his job, that had been it! She'd simply stopped listening and had just whipped out phone and plastic there and then.

Faced with his feeble attempts at a protest, she just asked him flatly, 'Have a better idea?' Of course, he hadn't, merely looking utterly shocked at how non-Japanese she had become. 

'Ok, I book! Enough with the fannying around as Shirl would say.'

Any further protests from him, increasingly half-hearted as they admittedly became, had easily been silenced with the word 'Sashimi!' which was guaranteed to reduce him to a fit of giggles.

After that, Katsumi and Kei got on like a house on fire and were soon jabbering away like they'd known each other for years as we traipsed around the shops in the vicinity of the station, killing time before the 21h52 departure. Kei's experience at the ryokan dealing with the more affluent and demanding, as well as his innate charm, meant he easily adapted to Katsumi's quirky personality and she in turn was loving the radically new and sociable direction her life had taken. Not that my life had taken any less of a bizarre turn!

It was with stomachs full of sushi and Kirin beer that we hauled ourselves out of Katsumi's izakaya, which turned out to be another member of her property empire, to go and collect our suitcases from left-luggage. Kei had moved from shell-shocked elf to 'oh, what the hell!' acceptance of his situation and had turned comic, pretending to climb the arches as a quicker way of getting to the Shinkansen. Something which led to shrieks of laughter from Katsumi as she ran, high heels clattering, to stop him. That then became the cue for exaggerated mimicking of Katsumi running in six-inch talons! Free from having to be the perfect receptionist, and with the undoubted help of a bottle of Kirin, he could show his true nature, one that was considerably more gay than the conservative ryokan-owner would ever have entertained in an employee. 

We reclaimed Kei's mini-mountain and my suitcase and followed Katsumi to the platform, huffing and puffing with the effort of keeping them trundling along in the right direction. Madam's Louis Vuitton case was, however, impeccably behaved and, much to her feigned irritation, she had to keep stopping to allow one or other of us stragglers to catch up.

'You're both in Car D further down, I'm here in Car B. See you boys tomorrow morning. Enjoy!'

She climbed in without a further word, leaving my mind fixed on her wicked grin that stretched from ear to ear as well as the word 'Enjoy!'. It didn't register with me either that she'd used the word 'car' rather than 'carriage' until we'd climbed in and saw that she had booked a sleeper train and Kei and l were sharing a compartment!

Although the bunk beds were full sized, thankfully, everything else wasn't, unsurprisingly! Squashing myself sideways through a half-door, i saw the minuscule showerroom/ toilet (actually a wet-room!) was on the immediate left, the same side as the bunks, with a drop leaf table that folded against the wall opposite the lower bunk. A TV on an adjustable arm completed the equipment. 

No sooner had we both squeezed in, then my bladder reminded me of the two large glasses of Kirin it was carrying and I had to push past a mischievous Kei doing his best to delay me by pushing one or another part of himself 'accidentally' in the way!

When I'd finished peeing, embarassingly loudly as, in my pressing need, I hadn't closed the door, and came back to the bunk area, Kei was sat cross-legged on the top bunk, facing me. Stark naked. He was slight, all pink nipples and very little natural body hair. He moved position to rest his butt on his lower legs facing me and thereby give me a better view of the small forest of jet-black pubes which surrounded a very erect penis. I smiled at him and leaned forward as if to encourage him. He responded by closing his eyes and thrusting his thickened cock upwards and forwards towards me. But instead, to tease him, I sat down on the bottom bunk and started to undress.

'Ben-San! Dame desu yo!' ['That's naughty!']

An upside down face appeared over the side of the top bunk, a look of mock indignation spoiled by the shock of hair hanging down. I pulled off my sock and threw it at the face.

'Dame!'

I slipped off both trousers and boxers, revealing my own lengthening cock and threw the boxers at him.

'DAME!!!'

The face disappeared to be replaced by two feet and more and more of his legs. Then his dick, the head still covered by his foreskin. I leant forward and grabbed his cock in my right fist and gently started wanking him, exposing a perfectly shaped mushroom that was noticeably wider than the shaft.

'Kimochii' ['That's nice!']

He slipped down further, resting one foot on either side of my legs on the lower bunk. I scooted closer and put my tongue on his cum-hole, moving it in ever increasing circles. Kei's muffled moans told me this was appreciated!! My left hand caressed his hanging balls and slipped back along to his hole. For a few seconds he lifted his legs up completely and hung like a monkey to expose his rosebud more. I penetrated him and the moans became louder. I tried to slip my tongue between his foreskin and his mushroom but only succeeded in pushing it off and exposing the sensitive rim so I circled that with my tongue instead. It appeared to be the correct move as he started face fucking me, slowly at first which allowed me to penetrate him from behind, but l withdrew when he had to place his feet down on the lower bed once more. He came soon after, most slopping out on my chest and lap to lubricate my wanking below.

When he had finished thrusting, a cheeky grin covered his face and he said 'Oyasuminasai!' ['Night!'], and made as if to climb back up to his bunk!

'Oh no you don't, you little devil!'

I jumped up and twisted myself around to grab him just as he had one leg back up on the bunk and one still hanging down, exposing his rosebud perfectly. I pinned him to the bed with my right hand on his back and the other on his left leg and rubbed my beard against his sensitive hole. He laughed out loud and started writhing below me, as much as he could anyway.

'Ie! Dame!' ['No! That's naughty!']

My tongue circled his hole. I kissed. I sucked. I stuck my tongue into him and the laughter turned to moans again. l used my left hand on myself to maintain my erection but it was awkward as l am a right-hander. Eventually, l stepped back and pulled him down to stand in front of me. I bent him over and moistened him with a mixture of my saliva and his cum. My dick pushed at his hole, soon slipping through into his soft warmth. After that, things didn't take long!!