The Man in The Bullet Train

I wouldn't say I exactly tip-toed around in the changing room as I undressed but I was definitely quieter than usual. Most of the lockers still had keys so l knew that the baths were unlikely to be heaving with naked bodies but obviously I had no idea if Kei and/ or the Nepalese receptionist were even inside or not, let alone if they were getting up to any mischief! I wash-showered quickly too as soon as it was clear they weren't in the inside baths.

However, tip-toe I certainly did as I stepped outside to wander down to the exterior pool, listening for any sounds that might indicate other bathers. Pervy it sure was, but I wanted to catch Kei and his receptionist fucking and to watch them for a while. I remembered the illicit thrill of watching Kei pumping himself up and down on the young man in the ryokan in Kyoto and the puddle Wataru and I left on the path! I remembered too the look of sheer horror on the face of that young guy when he first realised he had been caught! Then the relief which followed, all too short as Wataru told him his father was behind us! I didn't need to look down at my dick. I could sense him already chubbing up at the thought!

But I could hear nothing above the sound of water falling into the overflow next to me. The whole of the outside was as green and relaxing as the garden in Kyoto but the ryokan's outside area was nowhere near as large as this was. Here, the size of the pool meant you felt open and at ease just being part of the calm expanse of nature.

It was then I saw the faintest ripple reaching my side of the otherwise flat surface of the pool. There was a path on the right that led in the direction of the source of the ripples, more a maintenance path than one intended for bathers, but pervs can't be choosers! I took it and edged around hanging branches and carefully landscaped boulders, being careful not to brush the vegetation and of the noise of my footsteps. It was when I could hear a rhythmic lapping of water against a boulder in front of me that I crouched down and peered around it. To be met by Kei's eyes staring directly at me from about ten metres away. His face broke into a broad, mischievous smile when he saw me but he said nothing.

He was lying back on the more or less flat surface of another boulder, his legs on the broad shoulders of the receptionist who had his back to me and was pistoning his cock in between Kei's butt as if it had been quite a while and he was due back on his shift shortly! Most of his weight was on his right leg and because his left foot was propped up on a smaller stone, l had a perfect, open view not only this round muscular ass but also of his hole and his sack, a beautiful brown darker than the rest of his skin, as his balls slapped against Kei's pert pink ass. My hand, almost sub-consiously, started jerking and l had an overwhelming desire to push my dick into him with exactly the same urgent desire from which Kei was benefiting!!

A muffled grunt and a slowing pace indicated the moment. The deed done, the Nepalese guy withdrew and immediately squatted down in the pool to wash away all trace of the evidently excellent customer service Kei had just enjoyed. Barely a minute later, dick presumably back to an acceptable size, he disappeared off round the other side of the boulder, leaving Kei with his erection and his right hand.  He raised himself up on one elbow and looked at me, raising his eyebrows expectantly, clearly offering me sloppy seconds!! I stood up and shrugged, pointing at the white puddle on the path just in front of my feet.

'Dame, Ben-San!'

He beckoned me over to him and straight away slipped my softening dick in his mouth, licking off all traces of my juice. He slipped his two fingers into me to loosen me up, indicating none too subtly that he wanted instead to top me a second time! I got down on all fours as the water was only 12 inches or so deep and seconds later, Kei's dick was inside me and it was him pistoning away happily. This time, the pain lasted far less and what Kei missed out on in size, he made up for in stamina and technique! He soon had me thrusting back against him and enjoying the feeling of his hard warmth massaging my prostate. Eventually, he yielded with a barely suppressed 'Ikou!' and sat back in the water with a splash.

Grinning at each other like naughty schoolboys behind the bikeshed, we washed away the evidence and let body parts return to normal size and stood up to leave, using the maintenance path I had used. But this time, there was a second patch of cum about 12 away from mine!