The Man in The Bullet Train

Final Chapter

if you ask me, the Japanese do festivals well. I'm not denying that groups of young men clad only in skimpy white or red loincloths and showing their glutes off is part of the attraction but l found the whole atmosphere very different to a festival in Europe. Here, it was all good-natured chaos and noise, food stalls and drinks kiosks. Yes, people were drunk but there was no undercurrent of danger, no threat of theft or drugs or violence ... cynics might counter that it was because Beppu's annual knees-up was too well organised by the yakuza, l don't know!!!! But the feeling of total freedom to relax in safety was intoxicating!

And l was a bit intoxicated, two beers on an empty stomach had ensured that! We'd arranged to have a picnic with the others on the roof of the ryokan to watch the night fireworks so l had been warned not to stuff myself and to make sure I came back hungry! Wataru was back there preparing for the party and had rebuffed my insisting he come out with me and his father:

'I've seen it umpateen times already! You go enjoy the men in fundoshi [loincloths], you dirty old pervert!' He grinned, happy at his insult. 'Kei and Masa will be here at 8h00 so be back in plenty time for shower, ok? I don't want stinky boyfriend!'

So, here I was at quarter past seven, pushing Wataru's father along the kiosk-lined pavement, Katsumi and Keiko following behind. I felt the old man had sort of come round to me though l couldn't be sure. I still had doubts that if he'd had the chance, he would have swapped me for a daughter in law, even an ugly, foreign one with only one leg! In his situation, maybe l would have too.

It had taken a few, expensive (!!) whiskys late at night in his izakaya and a lot of translation from Katsu and Wataru but l'd learnt his life had been a struggle to say the least. I'd conformed to the stereotypical Westerner who can't actually guess the age of any other race and lopped 10 years off him. Jun-san had actually been born in 1945, the day before the second Bomb had been dropped a couple of streets' north of his family's ryokan, wiping out his father, grandparents and three older siblings. His mother had fortunately been on the other side of Kyushu visiting her elderly parents in Kokura, the intended target for Fat Man, and had died from 'complications' just after bringing him into the world. Going from orphan at one day old to owning your own ryokan at 75 had entailed sacrifices and grindingly hard work and it was this gut-wrenching, visceral fear of losing his ryokan, his life's work, that was the driver behind his behaviour. Even a gay son with a 50 year old gaijin boyfriend as a son-in-law was better than no son to take forward the business he'd built up so single-mindedly! Or so l hoped!

'I'm off now Katsu ... still ok to bring Jun-San back later?'

She nodded with not even the hint of a frown but Keiko's hand went up to her mouth as it always did to cover her giggle whenever l used Katsumi's nickname. Katsumi rarely bothered going through the ritual of protesting anymore and l was pretty sure she actually liked the affection it signified. She'd softened in the four months since she and Keiko had sat on the bench and rekindled their love. Katsumi's poisonously sweet smile and acid tongue were now reserved for suppliers and agents alone and that was entirely due to the influence of Keiko's sweet, easygoing nature in my mind. Ever the businesswoman, Katsumi had combined much of the administration of both Keiko's and Jun's ryokans and that alone had improved margins and endeared her to the old man! Add other efficiencies and cross-selling between guests at both establishments and profits over the last months were starting to look half-decent at long last!

'Otosan, watashi wa ikimasu, ne. Ja mata, ne!' ['Father, I'm off, ok? Till later, eh?']

'Hai!' ['Ok!']

I bowed at the two ladies and gave each a light peck on both cheeks as a goodbye. This was now our new normal but had freaked them out when I'd started to do this because any outward public display of affection is not the done thing in Japan. It didn't go unnoticed by bystanders today either but the ladies now just reacted as if this were utterly standard for the 'gaijin-savvy' sophisticates they were, clearly enjoying heightened status in Beppu as a result. Or perhaps rather, a little notoriety!

However, on this occasion Jun's reaction to my goodbye tap on his shoulder as I left was different too. For the first time ever, he tapped my hand back. Twice. An unambiguous acknowledgement of ties? Perhaps even of affection given and returned? If I'd won a brownie point in paying him respect by calling him 'otosan', this had to be at least five!

Wataru nodded his head in agreement as, elated, I related this development to him from the big communal bath in the ryokan where I was soaking. As usual, he was taking way longer than me to wash and shave and so was still at the otherwise empty shower-station, whereas I, as usual, was enjoying the sight of him standing naked, water cascading over his shock of jet black hair and running in rivulets down his back. His muscles rippled as he twisted this way and that to remove all traces of soap and shampoo. And show off to me too! It ran between his tight, round buttocks and when he bent over to replace the shower-head on the wall, it ran over his perfect hole, circled by an enticing dusting of hairs, now darkened by being wet, and beyond, down his balls hanging low between his legs.

'Wataaaaaaaru, do you fancy getting dirty again, quickly?'

He didn't even turn around to look at me but merely gathered up shampoo and razor and the like.

'No! Kei and Masa will be here in eight minutes! At 8 --- Japan-time, not at your British '8-ish'! Get out now, will you!'

I was being treated to his 'a bit miffed' tone of voice but still stood up in the vain hope of tempting him with the nice semi I was sporting. He just carried on ignoring me and instead slid back the door to the changing room. In doing so, he let two young Japanese guests see my half-hard cock as they entered. They smiled, knowingly, and the next thing I heard was Wataru, now using his 'distinctly narked' tone:

'Don't even think about it!'

At exactly 8h00, just as l stepped into reception, clad in my ryokan-issue yukata, Kei and Masahiro arrived, dressed in white fundoshi [loincloth] and matching short white tunics that barely covered their butts. Wataru popped out of the office and of course, there was no escape from the inevitable exchange of greetings and ritualized congratulations from Wataru on their having participated in the parade but eventually he waved them up the stairs with he and l following. Which gave me a wonderful close up of Kei's round, totally hairless bubble-butt poking out from under the tunic. His firm little buttocks stood out so much that the middle of the loincloth strap that went down from the waistband between his legs was actually invisible at the half-way point!!!!

Whereas our little elf floated and minced up the stairs to the roof, there was nothing effeminate about Masa-chan, as only Kei dared call him to his face. Although only an inch or two taller than Kei, he seemed twice as wide and probably almost three times as heavy! And hairy! God was he hairy! Legs were. Arse was too ... at least what I could see of it! Which was a fair bit as he hauled himself up the stairs.

Masahito could not ever be described as a good-looking guy by any standard. On the short and squat side and presumably loved by his mother, he might possibly have been a poster boy if Neanderthals had made it to Japan but that was it! Strong as an ox he was certainly, though a sweeter, kinder, gentler dude you'd be hard pushed to find! And, as only the utterly besotted and bewitched can, he had doted on Kei from the very beginning. Spotting him in the onsen with the Nepalese guy and then with me, it was Masahito who had left the second puddle next to mine! But it had been Kei who'd taken the initiative immediately they'd met and, for his part, the elf basked in the adoration that placed him on a pedestal. Sure, he twisted his boyfriend around his capricious little finger but never once appeared to take Masa's devotion for granted!

'Oishisooooooo!' ['That looks delicious!']

For once, Kei wasn't exaggerating wildly, for Wataru had indeed done himself proud! Not only were there dish after dish of delicacies laid out for us to devour, which we did, but candles had been set under glass lamps and cushions and mats set out too. Combined with the warm, sultry evening, we were all transported to an Ottoman harem instead of a roof in tired old Beppu!

So, by the time the fireworks were due to start, the four of us had stuffed ourselves silly and just the right amount of champagne had been drunk!

'Shall we watch from the bench by the wall there? If we lean over, we can see the street party too!'

At Wataru's suggestion, Kei got to his feet, somewhat unsteadily, only to find himself immediately grabbed by Masahito who swiftly undid Kei's fundoshi, yanking his tunic off too to leave our elf totally starkers in front of us. But being in the alltogether in public had never worried Kei and he definitely wasn't going to start getting embarassed now! Besides, he had a captive audience! Instead, he tweaked baby pink nipples till they were hard and shook his hips so his willy lengthened as it slapped either side of his groin! He turned around and waggled possibly the pertest pair of buttocks in Kyushu and then, wickedly, bent over with his back to me and Masa, teasing us both with the sight of his pink rosebud! That, as he knew it would be, was too much for poor Masa and his boyfriend lumbered to his feet and proceeded to try to catch the much more nimble Kei, who easily dodged out of reach. Eventually, however, Kei let himself be caught, only to find himself suddenly picked up and turned upside down so his perfect butt hole was inches in front of Masa's face. His raucous laughter gradually turned to moans of pleasure as Masa first rimmed him and then ate his hole out ravenously. Upside down.

My hand had long disappeared into the folds of my yukata to engage in a few moments of self-pleasure. Wataru had other ideas for the use of my equipment, however, and rose to his feet to come and stand in front of me as he undid the belt of his robe and let it fall, revealing his tool was nicely hidden in a rather kinky black and red jockstrap, the kind I sincerely hope demons wear! I say kinky, merely because it was almost sheer and the front was a triangular pouch which looked to be kept closed by two press-studs on the waistband. He knelt between my legs and slowly pulled my yukata open, kissing and licking his way up as more and more of my hairy legs was revealed. A hand reached up and removed mine from inside the waistband of M&S's Multipack Striped and instead, without his fingers actually touching my bare skin, poked my hard rod through the fly hole so the very tip of his tongue could lick the drop of pre-cum which had formed on my cum hole. A shiver of anticipation ran over me!

I looked across at the other two to see Masa standing with his tree-trunk legs bent in a half squat, somehow fucking Kei who was balanced on Masa's thighs, facing away from him. The big guy was obviously doing a good job of drilling away as Kei was whimpering 'Kimochii, kimochii!' ['That's good!'] as Masa slid Kei's butt back and forth on his prick, seemingly effortlessly.

Wataru had progressed from gentle flicks against my frenulum to sucking and jerking me .... to the point that I was worried that this would all finish too soon! I pulled him off and sat up.

'Stand will you?

He jumped up and l drank in the sight of him; the most perfect teardrop face, all cheekbones and almond eyes; broad, muscled shoulders tapering down to a slim waist and the hint of abs too. Dark, dark chocolate bean nipples that l wanted to lick and nibble away at! Instead, l popped one of the studs on his jockstrap and folded the flap down, pushing my lips to his thick patch of black pubes and the base of his cock revealed by the flap. I alternated between mouthing the root and pulling back to enjoy how his strengthening erection strained and teased in its confinement. 

In the end, it was Wataru who released the second stud, allowing his cock to spring free against my chin. His prick was uncut and, apart from the normally pink head, was darker than the rest of his olive coloured skin and utterly perfect. I swallowed him whole without further ado, producing a sharp intake of breath from a surprised Wataru as my head started to bob up and down on his stalk.

It was at this point Masa let out an earthy grunt and both of us turned to see a rag-doll like Kei being gently let to the floor, the last of Masa's ejaculations falling onto Kei's back and bubble butt. The big man sat down next to his boyfriend and gently stroked Kei's back, massaging his own cum into his smaller partner who smiled away contentedly.

Wataru then just got down on all fours.

'Fuck me, Ben! Please now! I don't want to wait for you to be inside me!'

I slipped off M&S's best and knelt on a cushion behind him, my left hand grasping my cock and rubbing it to full hardness, the fingers of my right massaging his hole. I rubbed the head of my cock against his rosebud and pushed. It breached easily and l pulled back, exiting him only to repeat again and again, each time going a little further into his warm, soft depths.

By the time I felt his buttocks tight up against my pubes, Wataru was rocking back against me in rhythm, gradually building up from what I took to be a slow rub of his prostate to a faster pace as he drew my cum up from me. I looked across and saw the other two watching, absent-mindedly masturbating each other gently. I carried on fucking him, varying my pace, sometimes slow, sometimes faster, sometimes reaching around and jerking him, sometimes running finger tips or nails lightly over his buttocks, thinking of the Kings of England again in an effort to prolong the intense pleasures l was feeling. But all too soon, I shot wad after wad into his channel, feeling my balls and asshole contract in time with the waves of orgasm.

I sat back on my haunches and watched as Wataru rolled onto his side and smiled at me. I knew already l loved him but it's nice to be reminded it was mutual. And he got up and kissed me, just like that.

We looked over at the unlikely twosome to see Kei had mirrored me and was pounding away at Masa's ample, round butt. The big guy's shoulders and chest were flat on the ground and he seemed in absolute ecstasy, judging by the way he was squeezing the life out of two floor-cushions and whimpering away much like Kei had done.

I started jerking Wataru and kissed his pink mushroom head, mouthed it, sucked it, seeking to bring him pleasure as he had brought me. It was then Kei came, uncharacteristically noisily and copiously! 

I led Wataru over by his rock-hard stick and he and Kei switched places, both laughing at Masu's eager 'Hai! Hai!' Crouched behind Wataru, I could see his ball-sack slapping against Masa's butt and his rosebud clench and unclench as he slid in and out of the gentle giant's channel. I grabbed the belt from one of the tunics and held it up so it rested against Wataru's hole gently and lightly rubbing and stimulating his entrance as he pistoned in and out.

'Kimochiiiii! KIMOCHIIIIII!!!'

The extra stimulation pushed Wataru to the point of no return, wrenching his orgasm from him. He collapsed onto Masa, laughing out loud in his exhaustion and setting us all off in fits of giggles too!

Then the firework finale started and the four of us, naked and exhausted, lay back against one another and watched the myriad of colours and explosions light up the sky.

I was happy. I know there are bound to be challenges ahead for me in Japan but l am truly happy. Bring 'em on, baby! BRING THEM ON!