The Man in The Bullet Train

I found myself sat on the toilet seat, getting angry as I began to undress. I knew in less than ten minutes, I, at a less than physically perfect 50, would be stark naked in front of him. Choosing a ryokan with its communal bathing facilities didn't feel quite such a terrific way of getting to know Japanese culture now! Here I was, allowing myself seemingly to be totally rail-roaded by a young man I'd just met on a train and had felt sorry for. FFS!! Granted he was drop-dead gorgeous but was it really an excuse to allow myself to be led around by the nose like this?? I yanked off my polo-shirt and heard a button fly off into the far corner of the room! I swore and bent down to retrieve it, the shirt half-on, half-off my head and promptly bumped my head for my trouble against the wall. Swore again. The shirt then got caught in the clasp of the chain around my neck which earned it a tirade of abuse calling its paternity into question. But they're communal? Nothing naughty could happen. At this point, l only narrowly avoided overbalancing as I tried to pull off one trouser leg, then the other. My stock of swear words somewhat depleted, I resigned myself to a good huff and puff before tackling the socks. I could not go, l suppose? But l did want the whole experience and a nice soak would be nice! And I REALLY wanted to see him starkers!! Just the Marks and Spencer-sensible boxers left on now. Keep on? Or take off? I was fairly certain Japanese sensibilities demanded underwear under the yukata, though heaven only knew why as nothing was visible and the bathroom was only on the floor below! I threw caution to the wind and wrapped the yukata around me, leaving the boys hang free.

We left the room without saying anything and I marched ahead in an attempt to regain a little of the momentum. In so far as you can actually march in regulatory blue plastic slippers and an ankle-length yukata with the belt a bit too tight. I'd come round to the 'what the hell!' line of thinking ... l'd just go there and enjoy the spa-experience. And maybe the view!!

The entrance to the spa area was off the hotel foyer. Men through the right-hand side door, a traditional blue awning to match the slippers, women to the left. Their awning a more restrained red, rather than the violent pink of the slippers. I looked ahead and saw Kei-kun's tousled mop appear around the corner when he heard the sound of clients arriving. His cheeks colored a little as he spotted Wataru. He nodded a polite greeting to us before he retreated back round the corner into the office, biting his lip as he did so.

The changing area had the same wooden cubby-holes as the foyer but here they contained cheap plastic baskets for clothes, watches etc as well as a small hand-towel hanging over the front. I had decided that taking control of the situation was the way to go! And that required a complete lack of embarrassment at being bollock-naked in front of him. I slipped off the sandals and wedged them either side of the basket. Belt off. Yukata off and both stuffed in the basket in seconds. Whether he noticed my rebellious lack of undies I know not as unfortunately my back was to him. I turned round expressly in order to show Wataru that I was totally at ease with being starkers in front of a stranger for the first time in maybe a decade or so, having determined that the best way of demonstrating nonchalance was to go full-frontal from the outset. He was bent over, picking up his belt which had fallen on the floor and the view of his utterly perfect bare arse made my resolve crumble there and then. The light covering of black hair around his crack straight away started a reaction where I certainly did not want a reaction! Fearful of a full erection developing, I grabbed my small handtowel from the basket and spun on my heels, intending to go into the bath area and immediately walked smack into the door! So much for a nonchalant start, not helped by the 'Fuck!' that escaped my lips!

When I finally figured out the apparently difficult concept of a sliding door, l stepped into a rather neglected room with a deep, concrete bath on the left, getting on for half the width of a tennis court in size with steam gently rising up from its surface and a definite pong of sulfur. Either that or someone was on a 40 egg a day diet! The right-hand side had six shower stations fixed along its wall opposite the bath. The farthest two were occupied by what looked to be a father, fortyish with a little paunch developing, and his son, sixteen or so, thin and gawky. They were squatting on low, blue stools that each looked for all the world like a plastic potty. Both looked up at me but whilst the father rapidly returned to scrubbing his back as best he could, his son's eyes immediately traveled to my cock. Now, granted, the charms of Wataru's bubble-butt had perhaps enhanced my size somewhat but I have never thought of myself as anything other than average. He carried on staring fixedly and it was only when l pointedly covered myself with the towel in my hand that he looked away, adjusting himself to ensure nothing was visible. It was at this point Wataru entered and stepping behind me, put one hand on my bare hip to guide me to the empty potty next to the Dad. His touch undeniably crossed a line. Intrusive and yet thrilling because of it. I wanted to turn and look at him from the front. Instead, l copied the father and placed my towel, folded, on the shelf behind the shower heads. I wanted to see the V. How much public hair he sported. Instead,  l grabbed the shower head and turned on the water, testing the temperature. How big was he? Cut or uncut? Was his dick as beautifully dark as his nipples were? But doing so l knew would have led to a considerable enhancement of my size! The questions alone were bad enough! I purposefully avoided even glancing to my right at Wataru and forced myself to concentrate on first rinsing off the day's mix of sweat and grime. The shampoo provided was pleasant enough, smelling vaguely of citrus. Once my hair was washed and rinsed, I squirted shower gel into the palm of my hand and washed face, neck and arms. Rinse. Armpits chest and back followed. Feet, calves and thighs next. The dad, having scrubbed all possible nooks and crannies got up and moved to the soak-stage in the bath, taking his towel with him. The son soon joined his father in the bath but, as he did so, I was conscious of his eyes looking me over and, more likely, Wataru.

The latter had washed top down too but now stood up to tackle his tackle and bum crack. I stood up to do likewise before rinsing off like him. I realised then that if I was quick and got to the bath rapidly enough, I could choose to soak in a position which would allow me a full frontal view of Wataru as he climbed in afterwards.

I turned around, my foot knocking my potty in my haste, to find out my cunning plan had already been adopted by the son, sat as he was against the far wall, directly facing the shower area and his dad, who had his back to us. Both had placed their towels on their heads, which was the only practical place to keep them dry. Once again, his eyes zeroed in on my groin. Mildly annoyed at this and no doubt that I did not have exclusive rights to this most cunning of plans, I decided to give him something to look at as I walked across and climbed in. I tugged on my dick the same way as you would when getting out of bed in the morning. The lad gave a start and only just prevented the towel from falling into the bath. His surprise made me smile as I made my way to the far side where he was and sat down on a ledge in the water, though leaving a fair gap between us. It was then l noticed another step out of the bath on the lad's right which led to a closed door which led outside.

It dawned on me, however, that Wataru still hadn't moved to follow me. He seemed to be purposely hanging back to make sure l was in position first to view him as he crossed over to the bath. But before he did so, he bent over, seemingly to tidy up the bottles of shampoo and soap, but accidentally on purpose giving both me and the son a perfect view of his hole with his sack hanging down low between his legs. I was so grateful for the minerals making the water somewhat opaque for they covered my instant hardness beautifully. I am sure the son was equally pleased for he sunk down further up to his chin and his cheeks reddened further. Of course, that could have been because of the water temperature too!

Then Wataru turned. Slowly. Knowingly. Enjoying the fact that two pairs of eyes were devouring every inch of him. Well, some inches more than others perhaps! He was lean and muscular but, thankfully, not overly so. The V was there, as was a shock of jet black pubic hair, with a smallish, intact penis nestling in the middle, darker than the rest of his honey-coloured skin but not the dark chocolate of his exquisite nipples. He was indeed drop-dead gorgeous!

I gave up any pretence now and gave him the hugest grin my mouth could muster. I shook my head at him and he chuckled out loud, not in the least embarrassed as his obvious exhibitionism having been rumbled. He stepped into the bath and moved across to sit between me and the son, just a little bit closer to me than he should have and sunk down to chin level in the water. It was my turn to give a start as l felt a hand settle gently on my right knee. I was fully hard now. I desperately wanted him to take hold of me but at the same time l didn't. What had I got myself into, God help me?

It was then the door slid open and Kei-kun entered, grinning and clutching a floor-mop. Wataru's hand was withdrawn. Kei-kun bowed and uttered something in Japanese which prompted the father to stand up, step out of the bath and go to rinse off at the showers. He barked at the son, presumably for him to get out and do likewise. Something which the son was clearly reluctant to do. Kei-kun's response seemed to placate both and the father left, ignoring Kei-kun respectfully bowing his thanks. The son settled back against the wall and closed his eyes whilst Kei-kun set about checking and refilling the soap and shampoo dispensers, glancing across at every opportunity, hoping a bit more of Wataru had emerged from the water than just his head. 'He said we have another 10 mins or so before he needs to close it to clean it but we could stay a little longer.' Wataru explained. 'Do you want to see the outside baths?' 'Or leave it 'till tomorrow???' I responded, thinking I could do with a bit longer to soak. And to subside. I was pleased to hear there was to be a tomorrow.

Closing his eyes had perhaps allowed the young man's erection to go down sufficiently and he now evidently felt small enough to get up to rinse off like his father had. His bum was small and pert, his limbs long and geeky although he was quite broad across the shoulders. He sat down to rinse off thoroughly but then, getting up once again from the potty, he purposely turned the wrong way, for in doing so was intentionally able to flash us a nice long dick and a self-satisfied smile at his bravery in exhibiting his tackle!
Kei-kun jumped up and bowed his thanks as the young man left. His soft, brown eyes looked expectantly at us, clearly indicating it was time to depart also. And to look at what this most handsome of guests was packing! I looked to my right and watched Wataru rise up slowly out of the water, displaying not even the slightest trace of embarrassment at his semi poking out! Kei-kun cocked his head to one side and just chuckled away openly! Wataru splashed water at him from the surface of the bath and just laughed as he made his way to the stool and commenced the rinse cycle! Aroused, but perhaps not to the same angle, l did the same.

We left, smiling at Kei's polite bows and went to dry ourselves in the changing room. As we dressed in our yukata and fetching plastic slippers so the elephant in the room grew in size. Two growls from our respective stomachs, prompted giggles which provided a diversion, however.

'Food then?' 

'Yes, food ... first!' ... the last word and the delay clearly indicating the elephant would be accompanying us. We made our way back to the room and Wataru disappeared into the toilet. The sound of him peeing into the bowl told me he now saw no need even to close the door. I fished out new boxers and pale blue jeans from my suitcase and slipped them on whilst still wearing the yukata. Figuring that darker colors might conceal the creases from the suitcase a little more effectively, l took out a black cotton shirt and laid it on the low table while I hopped around, attempting to pull on the first sock without sitting down or toppling over! I heard giggles behind me and straightened up, one sock sort of on and one in my hand still. He was naked, totally and beautifully and breathtakingly naked, the weak wall-light casting soft shadows on his muscled body. He smiled gently and knelt in front of me, took the sock from my hand and slipped it onto my foot before getting to his feet and standing inches from me. It was all l could do to breathe. He pushed the yukata off my shoulders so it fell to the floor and bent down to reach the shirt from the table, purposely brushing his naked chest against my bare torso to do so. Each shoulder then received a light kiss from him as he slipped first one arm, then the other into the sleeves. I was paralyzed as the buttons were done from top to bottom and I then received a quick kiss full square on my lips. My hands, hanging at my sides, were enveloped in his and he brought them either side of his cock. For the first time in my life, l was touching another man's dick. I cupped his tight sack with my left hand and the right took hold of his warm, rapidly hardening shaft. 'How does that feel?' he asked, smiling. I kissed his lips softly and in a hoarse voice replied 'Good! So good!!' I started to move my hand up and down his rock hard shaft but Wataru stopped me and moved away 'Later! I need food!' I laughed and said 'Prick-teaser!' giving his ass a playful slap.