The Man in The Bullet Train

We were walking back from the restaurant and I was regretting the beers I'd had. Not because I felt drunk but because my bladder was making its presence felt! 

Wataru had caused quite some consternation at the traditional Japanese restaurant by insisting on sitting next to me at the low, square table rather than opposite. Not the done thing apparently ... especially when it was the non-gaijin that was doing the insisting! He'd explained it was to allow me to stick out my legs if I found sitting cross-legged on tatami mats uncomfortable as gaijin aren't used to that. I'm not sure the middle-aged and dowdy but efficient waitress bought this as adequate justification for not complying with the norm, however, judging by the glassy stare we received with each approach from her. I certainly didn't buy it either as he rested his hand on my knee and stroked my thigh ever higher at various points during the meal! I didn't complain either but just sat back and enjoyed the feeling of being desired ... let alone by someone with eyes as soft and brown as his. This young man was pushing all my buttons, expertly building up the anticipation, the tension between the two of us and l had long decided to just go with the flow and enjoy the attention, the seduction. Yet, at the same time, i was trying, and failing, to quieten a nagging fear that I wouldn't be able to perform at the electric level he was creating. But God, was he good at making me want him!! 

Gion, the geisha area of Kyoto we were walking back through, was not helping matters either. It was all dimly lit entrances and courtyards. It all looked to be exclusive, invitation-only geisha houses and you couldn't help but wonder how far things went behind the discreet lighting and opaque blinds. Wataru was making it obvious how far he wanted this to go, standing in front of me for a double selfie but backing his butt into my groin; his right hand taking a selfie, his left caressing my butt; a surreptitious peck on my cheek when the coast was clear. A couple of passerbys registered the situation with eyebrows raised but the majority seemed either not to notice or, if they did, to care. The whole evening was begging my arm around his shoulders or my hand slipped into his back pocket but the restraint, the self-control imposed by two hundred years of marriage to Karen kicked in! 

The meal had been great; both food-wise and conversation-wise! The dishes varied. Some I'd eaten without having the slightest clue what it had been when running around the farm, some I'd cared for, one or two l'd've preferred for them to have remained in the farmyard! The conversation too had ranged ... Wataru's worst food experience? Being attacked by fish 'n chips in Glasgow ... too sustained an attack on the stomach for a Japanese gall-bladder to deal with! My most drunken? Sliding down a kitchen wall at university, exactly like in a 1920s silent comedy and being woken up by the caretaker at silly o'clock having been stripped naked by my 'mates'! 

We'd danced around more serious topics too. His job. I'd learnt that it'd been 'suggested' he resign but not the reasons behind the suggestion. Though l'd wanted to ask, l showed unusual restraint and kept quiet for once, too fearful of my size twelves again. When we'd enjoyed our first taste of sex? It turned out just before leaving for university for the both of us. He with his swimming coach who unfortunately blanked him for his trouble thereafter. Me with Karen. With the hindsight a failed marriage allows, it's unfortunate Karen hadn't also blanked me! My size twelves had wanted to volunteer that whilst Karen had confirmed quite vocally that my tongue had made her earth move, my earth had had to wait for my right hand on the way back home after dropping her off. That had, in many ways, set the tone for the remainder of our relationship too ... . 

Whilst he'd sensibly made a visit to the bathroom, l'd paid the bill discreetly, having guessed from his choice of dishes at the cheaper end of the menu that he hadn't been paid a huge redundancy package on leaving and that an eyeball needed to be kept on the yen. I agreed to his paying for the taxi to save face but then asked if we could walk back though Gion, partly to save him the fare, and partly to be able to take pics of him in the most beautiful part of Kyoto. And he played along perfectly, posing like a model when not teasing me by pulling faces and copying my antics at Kyoto train station! 

We arrived back at the ryokan after a good twenty minutes' walk or so, just enough to let my first-night nerves build nicely. It was all well and good to be self-aware and know my body was aching for Wataru but equally, it also meant l was under no illusions as to my age and inexperience and l did not want to disappoint. Kei-kun must already have clocked off, and so, to my huge relief, we were spared knowing looks and grins, cute as they were. 

Wataru must've sensed my anxiety as we made our way up the stairs for he stopped on the landing between the floors, took my arms and wrapped around him and kissed me full on the lips. 

'I'm not Karen.' his eyes as sincere as they were beautiful. 'Okay?' 

'I know ... but ... ' 

'There's no but, ok? I just want you as close to me as you want to be. We take things as slow as you want, yes?', he said earnestly. 

Then, the eyes twinkled mischievously, 'Or as fast!' 

I slapped his firm butt and laughed, glad at his effort to dissipate my nerves. We arrived at the room door with me making exaggerated mimes that I was about to pee my pants or piss in the corner of the hall or out of the window, all of which had Wataru trying to suppress his laughter for the benefit of the neighbouring rooms. 

We slipped into the minute hallway into the room and it was then his turn to tease me, blocking me from getting into the room, and more importantly, into the bathroom by removing his coat and shoes at a glacial pace! When he eventually relented, I pushed past him unceremoniously and had belt and fly undone before I'd even got into the toilet. My bladder's relief at finally being able to pee matched the size of its contribution to the Kyoto Municipal Water Authority. I don't know if holding your dick, with pants at your ankles, and peeing for England is the best position for thinking but, as there's not a lot else to do, thinking is what I did. 'Take things slow.' 'Don't just rush in like a horny teenager.' 'Maybe wash yer bits again!' 'And brush yer teeth ... malt and hops are great in a beer, not so hot in a kiss'. 

'Are you flooding the bathroom? Come on!' A head popped round the door just as l was brushing my teeth, unsexily dressed in socks, sagging boxers and unbuttoned shirt. Next, a bare right arm and shoulder appeared around the door, then one pec and, as he grinned mischievously, his fingers rubbed the dark nipple till it was erect. A leg followed and soon the whole right side of his naked body was visible, though he kept the interesting bits hidden behind the door. 

'I'n nust nushing ny neeth!' 

'Good but nurry up!'

He disappeared, feigning a cross look. 

I rinsed and spat in seconds. Shirt hit the bathroom floor followed by socks. Boxers pulled up. Tackle adjusted. Two quick sprays of aftershave for luck and l turned around the door and stopped dead in my tracks. Mid-breath.

Wataru was on all fours, offering his perfect butt up to me. Below the round buttocks, his open legs revealed his beautiful low hanging balls. A hard dick was being pushed back by his hand so it too was visible, pointing straight down invitingly. He released it so it sprang against his stomach, making the balls in his sack jiggle enticingly. The light dusting of jet black hair around that most perfect of holes looked to have been moistened with his spit or pre-cum or lube ... I knew not and cared less! I boned. Instantly. A nano-second later, M&S bargain boxers around one ankle alone, my dick was against his sack, his cock, rubbing itself up his wet crack, over his hole, desperately wanting to enter him. 

'I want you in me!' My dick and Wataru were on the same wavelength! 

'But I'll cum too quickly! I'm scared that I won't last ... ' l was trying to be sensible, to go slowly, frightened that it would be over too quickly.

Wataru wasn't. He reached back and just grabbed my dick, putting its head to his entrance. He pushed back against me, not giving me much of a choice as the lube he had inserted meant my head slipped in before I knew it. He started rocking backwards and forwards. More and more of me became enveloped in his warm, soft embrace that was pulling me into him. He didn't appear to wince in the slightest and very soon he had claimed my entire length. It felt so good inside him and out, with his soft bum-cheeks nestling into my groin. I looked down as he moved forward, exposing my rock-hard inches before swallowing me again. The feeling was incredible. I was fucking a guy up the arse. Breaking a taboo. And it was the best sex ever. I felt insanely aroused. Without being aware of it, I had started thrusting into him and seconds later, l felt that point of no return. Wataru must have sensed it too for he said 'Cum in me! CUM!' I shot into him, feeling as if he was sucking it up from deep within my balls, drawing out every last drop from me. My balls tightened, the muscles around my hole spasmed and I felt my orgasm down into my thighs and up my butt cheeks. 'Ugnn!' My legs gave out and I collapsed onto him, covering his body with mine, my hands on his muscled shoulders and my head tucked in between his head and shoulder. His hands moved up to cover mine and we lay there, joined. I kissed the back of his neck again and again and again before he gently squeezed his butt to pop me out as I softened and l rolled to his side, elated, exhausted, disappointed. 

'I'm sorry. I couldn't hold it!' 

'I wasn't going to let you!!', he replied 'l couldn't wait. I wanted you. I was not going to wait!' 

'But what about you? You haven't cum!' 

'I know. Jerk me off! I want to watch you jerk me off .... ' 

He took my hand and wrapped it around his stalk. His dick was beautiful, slim and long. Darker than the rest of him except for the very red mushroom which appeared as I drew back his foreskin. I ran my forefinger over his hole which was oozing copious amounts of pre-cum. I used it to lubricate the sensitive membrane at the front of his dick and he started to writhe and grind his butt under me as l stroked him. 

'My nipple! Suck my nipple!' 

The instant I obeyed, he moaned and then of course I licked and sucked for all I was worth. Wataru bucked under me in ecstasy, then suddenly thrust up into my fist sending rope after rope of white cum onto his stomach, chest and my right ear hole!! He groaned and pulled me to him, burying his head into my shoulder, spent. I drifted off, spooning him, feeling contented as never before.