The Man in The Bullet Train

I woke up and immediately closed my eyes tightly against the blinding light streaming in through the window. My right hand went down to feel my morning wood and the left went out for Wataru, wanting the comfort of him after the pleasure of last night. No Wataru! Panic set in! Had he done a bunk!!?? And left, just like that!!?? My eyes opened and l sat up like a shot, looking around. Not in the room either. I stood up, my morning wood standing down, albeit somewhat less speedily. Then the sheer relief at seeing his holdall with yesterday's clothes neatly folded alongside. The feeling of panic vanishing, l was left, naked and wondering where he'd gone. And why. 

Just then, I heard the door opening and plastic slippers being kicked off. Wataru appeared, clad in yukata and carrying a breakfast tray. A second tray followed, carried by Kei-kun. If Kei ever needed an excuse to grin, my total nakedness supplied it! He looked at me and l looked him, quickly deciding  that, as he'd seen me without a stitch on in the onsen, viewing my tackle dry shouldn't be any more of an issue than seeing it wet! 

Whilst he and Wataru went and placed the trays at the opposite ends of the low table on the far side of the room, I hatched a plan for a little harmless teasing. I strode to the cupboard, willy swinging heavily and satisfactorily from side to side, and took out a dark blue floor cushion which I plonked at the empty long side of the newly christened breakfast table. To puzzled looks from the both of them. I placed my towel from last night's bathing on my cushion, it having dried overnight in Kyoto's summer heat, and sat down, indicating firmly to Kei that he was to sit on this third cushion. I immediately pointed to a covered bowl on my tray and asked if it was coffee, knowing perfectly well it was miso-soup, a staple of Japanese breakfasts. His ingrained politeness meant he had no option but to respond, and he knelt down on his cushion, bubble butt perched up on his heels, however. 'Ie. Miso-shiro desu, ne.' I then naughtily played on his evident discomfort by asking him what each and every bowl and ingredient in the traditional Japanese breakfast was, tasting and commenting on each and basically giving him no opportunity to leave. 

Eventually, he relaxed enough to sit properly, not crossleggedly unfortunately, but with his feet tucked flat under his round butt. Running out of food questions, l searched for another pretext to keep him next to me. Presently, l spotted that the pot of tea was more on Wataru's side of the table, just out of reach from where l was sitting. I decided to use this to my advantage. I drained my cup of green tea, a drink l don't normally care for, and, in order to better reach the teapot, rose up on my knees and leant forward over my tray to grab the it, thereby giving Kei an unrivalled view of a cock I'd surreptitiously been tugging out of its torpor into the beginnings of a semi! Kei's face was the perfect reward for my plotting! Wataru's smile then turned to outright laughter as my dick swung forward and knocked my chopsticks flying from their resting place on the bowl! 

I was grateful to my willy's clumsiness though for it seemed to break the ice and led to a barrage of questions and comments from Kei, which Wataru had to interpret. 

'Are all gaijin hairy/ big/ cut?' 

'No, of course not!'

'Do all gaijin men trim their pubes?' 

'No, some do, some don't!'

'Do gaijin really find Asians attractive?' 

'No idea!' 

I threw the questions back, learning that Kei was 22, wasn't cut and didn't trim his bush! He pointedly gave no answer as to his size but given his slender frame, l had doubted we were in Japanese donkey territory anyway! Apparently, gaijin were attractive, especially clean, bearded, mature ones like me! The intriguing possibilities that were brought to my mind were cut short as he suddenly jumped to his feet and muttered away fifteen to the dozen to Wataru and left, bowing as he did so! 

'Well, what shall we do now, then Ben?' 

A raised eyebrow from me was all the answer Wataru needed. Still in his yukata, he crawled around table on all fours in an exceedingly poor impression of 'a panther' according to him! I giggled at his antics until he reached me and started kissing my bare knee, at which point l started to breathe hard. The kisses climbed the outside of my thigh up to my hip. Still on his knees, he reared up and leaned in to kiss my mouth. Long, sensual kisses that made me feel I was desired. The kind of kisses I'd always wanted but ... . 

My hand slipped into his yukata and felt for his nipple, the palm of my flat hand brushing it hard in seconds. I pivoted around to face him, still cross-legged on the cushion. Still kissing him too, I undid his belt and opened his yukata. It fell to the floor and Wataru's very beautiful, very erect penis was revealed. He really was breathtaking. My hands moved to grab his dick but instead he pushed me back against the wall and got me to uncross and spread my legs to give him easy access to my dick and balls. His mouth left mine and closed in on my right nipple, then the left, nibbling away at them, sucking them. Soon, he moved to my inner thighs which were treated as if they were ice cream cornets, deserving of long sensual licks from knee to groin. If his lips happened to brush my balls and cock as he went from one thigh to the other, then so much the better! 

I slumped back against the wall and Wataru moved onto my balls, flicking them with his tongue. He pushed them from one side to the other, then sucked on them, taking them gently into his mouth. I could see the pre-cum glinting as it dribbled out of my dick. His tongue shifted its attention to my stalk, at first gentle flicks up its length, then Wataru's ice-cream licks, finally with him taking my cock into his mouth and with his tongue swirling all around my knob. 

'I'm going to Cum, Wataru!' 

He released me immediately, my dick slapping back disappointedly against my 'not quite as 'toned' as I'd like' stomach before he grabbed both his and Kei's floor cushions. Within seconds, he was flat on his back, one cushion under his bum, the other folded back on itself and stuck under his head. He pulled his legs up, exposing his hole which he started to rub lube into, the tube having magically appeared from under his pillow. 

'Well?' He looked at me expectantly. 

My turn to move onto all fours! His slim dick had left a trail of pre-cum glistening along his thigh which I licked up all the way back to his dick. A droplet was collecting on his cockhole. It tasted salty, like nothing else I'd met before. I slipped him into my mouth and copied his tongue's swirling movements from before. The low moans he produced seemed to indicate l was a good student and served to excite me further. My head bobbed up and down on his length and my hand moved to caress his balls. 

'Fuck me now!' 

'Ni'm nenjoyning doing nis nough!' 

'FUCK ME! PLEASE!' 

'Oh well! If you insist!' 

I pushed my mushroom head against his hole. It slipped in. Another gentle push. A little resistance. 

'I'm scared to hurt you!' 

'Ben! You're not that big!' 

'Thanks! Not!'

I flicked his nipple hard. 

'Ow!' 

And pushed more. He winced a little but pushed back down against me with his body so I was half in, half out. Again that wonderful, warm softness. I pulled out and then pushed back in. Three-quarters now. Back again and again and soon my balls were brushing against his butt. I leant forward and kissed him. I started to pump in and out. It felt so good, SO VERRRRRRY GOOD! I was determined to last longer this time. I ran through the line of succession for the throne of England --- a technique that had allowed me to bang away at Karen for quite some time, much to her enjoyment and some recompense for my ego! William The Conqueror, wife Matilda. Balls-deep. William Rufus, never married. Possibly gay, just mushroom in. Henry l, who'd he marry? No idea but no sons. Balls-deep again. Soooo good.  Stephen was next. Civil War. Dark Ages. Shit, dick slipped out! Henry ll, back in we go! Who was next? Richard The Lionheart, John, HENRY III!!! The electricity firing up my dick announced that this techniwue wasn't working so well with him!!!

'Oh my God! Wataru, this feels so good!' 

'Unnnn, faster! FASTER!' he groaned. 

'Noooo! Or I'll cum!' 

Wataru just ignored me and started rocking his butt in response which just amplified the exquisitely pleasurable sensations my dick was enjoying. I got as far as Edward ll before he ripped the orgasm from my balls! Edward lll had me trying to contain my groans as I shot into him long and hard. As it subsided, I looked down at his stomach which was covered in his jizz and smiled, happily. 

'So, you came too?' 

'Yes, you were getting my prostrate each time you moved in and out!' 

'But who are Henry, John and Edward?'