Lately, I have acted like an incorrigible slut and abandoned myself to debauched behavior with a half-dozen strange men.
The other day, at mid-morning, I headed for the train station and was in the Shinjuku neighborhood of Tokyo within 80 minutes. Like moth-to-flame, I walked south along Shinjuku-Doro, turned left at a now familiar Western-styled restaurant, and proceeded immediately to 24 Kaikan. This time, I remained in the gay sauna all afternoon.
For an early weekend afternoon, there were plenty of clients, and so I cruised the two main floors to appraise the usual perversity and capitalize on any opportunity. Yet for at least the first hour, nothing happened in my favor. On the fourth floor, in the unlit connecting rooms of bunk beds and ground-level mattresses, there were the usual sounds of a man slurping cock, a man pounding ass – and the accompanying moans of both approval and outright ecstasy. Some sounds are universal and transcend language barriers straight away.
I returned to the Mist Room, my favored locale on the third floor, a place where men pop in-and-out constantly, as if disappointed that someone else has staked out the territory. The unasked questions are always who is going to top, and who is going to bottom?
This time, when I entered the room, a younger Japanese male was present in a skimpy towel around his waist, already in reclining posture opposite the seating area. I knew what he wanted. When I sat across from him and he didn’t move away, I knew what was going to happen next. He touched me with his left leg to beckon me toward him. To underscore his intent, he removed his towel and exposed his hard cock. He was very well endowed – perhaps seven inches, and it was shameless how quickly I succumbed. I went down on him with pleasure. When a scene starts other men enter the room, like a scent drifted under the doorway luring the curious and the depraved. One man stayed and jerked off.
Although I worked my lips lavishly over my candidate’s cock, he really wanted me to kiss and lick his balls while he jerked off. So, I did, as he motioned for me to alternately switch and focus on his cock – as he virtually jerked off. After initially spurting hot cum into my mouth, he pulled his cock away and fully climaxed on his abdomen. He seemed happy. The third party, standing next to us with his throbbing cock, had hopes that I would suck him off next. He was tempting, in a second choice sort of way, but I needed a break. Besides, I didn’t want to be the object of an oral gang-bang.
I retired briefly to a shower, then relaxed in the heated sauna and watched readily as fit, younger Japanese men – many in their 20s and 30s, sat on the stools with their backs to me and bathed themselves. I had to admit this was sensual, and more appealing than I ever imagined.
Later, I adjourned to the communal bedroom on the fourth floor and watched a rough-and-ready American biker-type fuck a younger, slender Japanese twink on a floor-level mattress. The bald American was on his back, with the long-haired Japanese straddling him, impaled on his cock. The bad boy biker used his large hands to maneuver the pretty twink up-and-down on his hard shaft.
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