Worshipping Sato

Normal disclaimers: This story is fiction. It contains graphic depictions of sex between men. If it is illegal for you to read it, don’t. Thanks!

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I’m not done writing My Life in Submission to an Asian Man, but I have been thinking about how hot it would be for the age roles to be reversed: an 18-year-old Asian dominating a white man more than a decade older than him.

This story still involves (or will, in later installments, involve) domination, submission, light raceplay with an Asian’s domination of a white man being rooted in their races, chastity, SM and other elements I also included in My Life in Submission. This story will go a little slower, but I promise it’ll pick up throughout the first several installments!

 Let me know what you think!

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Chapter 1

The First Date

I’ve experimented with being casually submissive in bed. But it was nothing like what started the night I went on my first date with Sato.

I was on his college campus Friday as a part of this career exploration thing the university was hosting, trying to get the students to sign up for an internship with my company. What I do isn’t boring, but it also isn’t important. I live well.

That was where I met Sato. My first impression of him couldn’t have been further from the truth. He was a bit shorter than me, standing at about 5’10”, slim but, because of the tight fit of his shirt, obviously not scrawny. His face was innocent and cute. He was obviously younger, but I couldn’t immediately gauge his age.

I don’t remember what was said, but when my manager turned away to talk to another student, the cute boy pulled out a piece of paper, wrote on it, then folded and handed it to me with a wink. 

I’m not a queen by any standard, but I am fairly obviously gay. So somehow, I knew without a doubt that he’d written his number down on that piece of paper.

When I was in the car after the event, I pulled the paper out of my pocket and unfolded it.

“Text me as soon as you read this and let’s get together for dinner or something,” was all he’d written in his neat script, along with his number. 

I pulled out my phone, wondering what I was doing. This boy had to be a decade younger than me. But he was at least of age, and I had to admit just thinking of how he looked through the lens of a possible date made me get hard sitting there in my car.

“Hey, this is Jake,” I typed out, hitting send without a second thought before starting my car.

“the guy from the career day?” the reply came back, in all lowercase, before I’d even put my seatbelt on. I’d told him my name at the career fair, but realized he hadn’t told me his.

“Yep,” I replied. “What’s your name?”

“Sato,” he answered. “pick me up here in two hours. take that time to get a shower and then dress nice. i’ll have some ideas for what we can do. may be 18 but i’m capable of making plans”

I was a bit taken aback by the young man’s assertiveness as I looked at the address. But something propelled me to drive my car back to my house and get ready. I put on some of my nicer cologne, wondering in the back of my mind if he’d even be able to tell the difference between Creed Royal Water and a scent from Abercrombie. 

Looking in the mirror as I buttoned up my blue shirt, I admired my reflection. At 29, I had a slim, almost-twunky body. I grew body hair at one point, but I’d undergone laser hair removal when I was 26 and it was still keeping me smooth below the chin and above the pubes. There was a slight stubble growing on my face, but nothing too bad. I figured if Sato was into guys my age he’d probably be turned on by facial hair. And I knew with how horny college students are, I could easily get lucky if I played my cards right.

Horny as always, I reached up and tweaked at my left nipple before finishing buttoning up the shirt. I was wearing it with some black slacks and chelsea boots, three rings on my right hand and two on my left and a watch on my left wrist.

Glancing at my watch, I realized I had 45 minutes to get to the address Sato had given me. I pulled out my phone and looked at the map. With traffic, it would take me about 30 minutes to get there. 

When I showed up, I somehow wasn’t surprised to find it was a dorm. I sent a quick text to my younger date letting him know I was outside and he replied almost immediately. 

My heart was racing in anticipation for a date for the first time since I was maybe 21. There was something taboo about this age gap. But there was that intangible something still pushing me forward, even as I considered that fact.

I stopped the car just outside the front door, stopping in the horseshoe, and texted him that I was there.

He didn’t respond, but five minutes later I saw the sexy twink stride confidently out the doors. He walked up to my car and just stood there at the door, staring in at me. 

“Come open my door,” he said, just loud enough that I could make out what he said through the closed windows. His annoyed tone gave me pause, but after a half second I slowly unbuckled myself and walked over to open his door. 

Sato reached up and pinched at my chin then stepped into the car.

I got back in the car and started driving before I had no idea where we were going.

“Any thoughts on where we should go?” I asked, realizing my voice was steady but my whole being felt shaky with nerves as I looked over at him. He looked so cute. Almost innocent, but his eyes spoke to an 18-year-old with sexual experience beyond his age.

“Shinjuku,” he said cooly. “A sushi place.”

I nodded my head and started driving that way. I knew where it was.

An awkward silence permeated through the car during the drive there, short as it was. I was lucky enough to find a parking spot right out front. When we went inside and Sato told the host his name. Apparently he’d made reservations. He turned to me with a smile and put a hand on my chest, getting in close, as the host walked to make sure our table was set.

“In the future I’ll tell you where we’re going ahead of time so you can make the reservation,” Sato told me, a sweet smile on his face. I smiled back and looked into his eyes, all residual awkwardness from the quiet car ride vanishing. 

We were escorted to our table and Sato immediately placed an order for both of us. I hadn’t even looked at the menu, but he seemed to know exactly what I wanted. The small talk was pleasant. He asked me what I did for work so I told him about my basic office job. I asked him about his major. He was studying business and fashion. He had no desire to be a fashion designer, but he wanted to work in the corporate side of that world. 

He told me about his life growing up. His family moved here from Japan when he was 14, which explained the hint of an accent he still had. They’d decided to move to America when he was 12 and they caught him in 69 with a boy from his class. His mother was outraged at first. She called him what he explained was the Japanese equivalent to a faggot and said she didn’t have a son. His father was accepting but worried about his future in Japan. Sato’s dad managed to talk his mom down, and because he wanted to make sure Sato could have a future free from discrimination they’d moved to Texas.

An interesting choice of places to live to avoid discrimination, I thought, but there were definitely worse locations. 

Sato played tennis in high school and had been playing baseball – second base – since he was a kid in Japan. But he had little interest in continuing, so he had turned down a couple of scholarships and chose to go to the private university there in North Texas since, as he put it, his parents could more than afford it.

We didn’t talk much about me. I told him a little bit about how I’d come out at 16 and been kicked out of the house. I lived with my best friend’s family for until I turned 18, then my best friend’s parents paid for my college and I moved here from Austin. 

By the time dinner was over, the sun had gone down and I felt like I knew him. 

“Where to now?” I asked as we walked out of the restaurant.

I walked with him to the car and opened his door. He shot a mischievous smile at me as he sat down.

“Your place is clean enough for you to have company, right?”

My heart jumped into my chest. Fuck. Yes.

I told him it was and he just smiled and nodded in response.

I sped home. When we got to my house, not impressive but large enough, I wondered if it looked miniature to him. The way he talked about his parents being able to afford to pay for that school out of pocket, I had a feeling it did.

I opened the door and Sato strode inside like he owned it (if only I knew how that impression would pan out over time.)

“Bedroom?” he asked after looking around.

I led the way and the moment we got inside he jumped up into my arms and pulled my head toward his. Fireworks.

Our lips danced against each other as my hands on his thighs held him up. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and his fingers started undoing the buttons on my shirt. When he had that undone, Sato jumped down and ripped the shirt off my body before tearing off his own.

“Bed,” he told me in a commanding voice.

I once again found myself taken aback by the way he took charge but did as I was told. Sato took off his pants smoothly and my eyes were locked on the thick, long tube that was his cock hidden behind the black Diesel briefs as he fell onto the bed after me. I couldn’t make a good estimate as to how long he was, but he was definitely bigger than me. I sat up but his hand was immediately on my chest, pushing me back down. His smile, before so sweet and innocent even as it was naughty, turned knowing and darkly amused.

“Kiss my cock,” he told me, scooting up the bed so his crotch was in my face.

I inhaled his clean scent and stuck out my tongue, licking the rigid rod and then passionately kissing it. This was not how I’d expected this to go, but I was by no means complaining. I’d always considered myself primarily a top, but something about the mental vision of this slim Japanese babe fucking me drove me wild. 

Sato’s hands ended up in my hair, gently rubbing my scalp as he moved me to lick and kiss as his balls hidden behind the soft fabric of his underwear. I looked up at his cocky facial expression. That drove me wild. The way his shoulders were held back and his hips slightly jutted forward. His confidence was intoxicating.

“That’s a good boy,” he said.

That was thrilling. Good boy? I was more than a decade his senior. But that just made it even better.

Sato reached down with his free hand and pulled his underwear to the side, letting his smooth balls fall out. I didn’t need to be told, I immediately licked them. He threw his head back let out a long sigh. My dick was rock hard and almost aching in my pants and I moved my hand to rub it through the fabric.

But Sato saw what I was doing and quickly swatted my hand away. 

“Not yet, boy,” he said, leaning further down and and practically sitting on my face as I kept lapping at his balls. 

That’s when I got it. He wanted to play the dominant role. That could be fun so I resolved to play along. His grip on my hair tightened as he started to move away, sliding down my body. Feeling his balls drag against my naked upper body made me moan.

He slowly leaned down and started kissing me again. I reached around and took hold of his firm little buns and started kneading them and Sato pulled up, chuckling a little bit as he gently wrapped his left hand around my neck. He leaned in to kiss me, but pulled away right and pushed me down by my neck as soon as I started rising up to meet him. He leaned down again, brushing his lips against mine but pulled back before I could kiss him. This teasing was sending jolts of electricity through me. 

“You wanna be my boy?” he asked me in a husky whisper. 

“Oh, yes,” I answered, nearly moaned. 

“Yes what?” he asked me.

“Yes, sir.”

Sato smiled and rolled off me, letting go of my throat and hair and putting his tongue right back in my mouth as he started undoing my belt and pants button and zipper. Not breaking the kiss, he shoved my pants and underwear down at the same time.

He didn’t even look as he took hold of my cock and gave it a squeeze. I moaned into his mouth as he kept kissing me. He gave my dick a few more squeezes and then pulled back to shuck his own underwear. With youthful enthusiasm, the 18-year-old’s cock was at my lips. It was nice and thick, veins visible but not grossly so with a mushroom head shaded a dark pink in slight contrast to the rest of his brown-tan shaft. Not too much for me to handle with years of experience sucking countless cocks in hookups and my serial monogamist period. 

When he shoved it all the way in my mouth, I opened up my throat and reveled in the feeling of having such a massive cock lodged in my trachea. I choked and gagged a little, but I didn’t struggle. Even when, after a couple seconds holding his dick there, Sato began pistoning in and out, I kept my cool and tried to impress my teen top with my head skills. My tongue rolled around his cock as it moved down my throat and back until just ridge of his head was against my lips, and every time he shoved all the way in I swallowed to give that little extra stimulation.

Every time those 7.5 thick inches (in my estimate) went down my throat I felt a little thrill. He grabbed both sides of my head and pummeled my throat with his cock, then grabbed a fistful of hair and moved me back and forth on his dick, then transitioned to slow, steady, deep thrusts. 

"Fuck you've got a tight throat," he said. "Gonna shoot my load straight down into you, bitch."

I felt my own dick pulse at his words, leaking a fat drop of precum. Even though a couple of times the question of when he would start paying some attention to my dick or at least my ass popped into my head, I was largely contented with the current situation. I liked playing the submissive role like this, just a little light domination and a couple of words of degradation now and then. It'd been a long time since I'd done this, and I found it awakened something deep inside that craved this little game every now and then. 

But, all too soon, it was all over. After about 15 minutes of relentlessly fucking my throat, Sato let out a groan and bottomed out. His cockhead swelled in my throat and I started feeling the pulse in his cock and the shot of his hot, thick cum into my throat. Knowing my role in this game of submission and domination, I swallowed it all.

Then Sato collapsed next to me, panting. This 18-year-old boy had to have far more experience than was legal, I thought to myself. But he corrected me.

“Somehow I just knew you would be perfect for my first time getting head.”

I looked at him stunned, but he didn’t react. He just closed his eyes and smiled.

“Thanks for that, it was better than I expected,” he said when he caught his breath. “But I think it’s time for you to drive me back to my dorm.”

Sato started getting dressed and I, laying there with my dick hard as steel, was baffled for a second. I couldn’t say I was disappointed with how the night turned out. I loved having this Japanese twink fuck my throat. But some reciprocation would have been nice.

As Sato was buttoning his shirt back up, I stood and started getting dressed. The drive back to the dorm was again that awkward silence, but when we got there, Sato eased my nerves.

“That was a great first date,” Sato said.

He leaned over and gave me a long, passionate kiss. 

“I’ll text you when I’m in my room, and you text me when you get home,” he said. “I’ve already got an idea for our next date on Wednesday.”

I was pulling out onto the street when my phone buzzed.

"inside. thanks again for such a great night."

I smiled to myself, then texted him something to the same effect as I walked to my bedroom, shedding one piece of clothing at a time as I did. That little experience, as fun and satisfying as it was, had left me with blue balls.

"glad you made it safely," he replied just after I managed to slip my pants off while walking through the door to my room. "you can pick me up at 730 wednesday. and be clean. i think i might want to try fucking you. been a virgin too long"

Reading that, I typed and sent a quick 'OK' and then threw my phone away. I jumped into the bed and immediately started stroking my dick, coming to an embarrassingly quick but immensely satisfying orgasm. Cum shot all over my chest and abs and then gathered in my trimmed pubes, and I, realizing for the first time how this night had exhausted me, passed out before I even had a chance to clean myself up.

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Author’s note: I hope you enjoyed this first chapter of the new story! I’m planning on taking this one a little slower than I have been My Life in Submission to an Asian Man. The evolution of their relationship will be slightly more realistic (but who are we kidding? This is fantasy, so don’t expect it to be terribly true to life).

I know this chapter was a little short, but if you stick with me through these first few installments I promise things will pick up.

Thanks!