Takuya. He looks kind of the character from Heros whom I had a major crush on. Only with better abs.
He’s been in Canada only a few weeks, and he returns to Japan next year. Small talk is impossible. He asks me to repeat myself three times when I comment on the weather. In my hotel room, we smile at each other and he politely strips for me. His cock is thick as bratwurst and his glans seems to be ready to bust out of its foreskin. I drop on my knees in front of him, and start to lick his balls. I grab his hands and place them on my head. He gasps at every motion I make, so it’s clear I have to take it easy. I take my time working my way to the tip, and when I swallow him he sighs appreciatively, and sits shifts to sit down on the bed.
Despite the initial gasps, nothing is really happening. I do enjoy looking up his fat-free abdomen. Never mind abs, I can see every supple curve carved out of his obliques. They shift when he moves like a milk chocolate sheet of satin. He motions for me to come up to him, so I do, and then he parts his lips and we kiss.
A kiss is hit and miss with me. With Takuya, it feels right, and my cock stirs in my briefs. I run my hands over his hard body and I squeeze his ass. We tumble playfully, and I end up on top of him, fighting a hot tongue war, while he wrenches down my underwear.
We tumble again and now he slowly kisses his way down my belly to my crotch. He looks up at me questioningly. “Is OK?” He asks.
I nod. “Yes, please suck,” I tell him. It is rare that I allow someone to return the favour. I simply get more pleasure out of giving. But I was beginning to wonder if it was a cultural issue. Perhaps he could not allow himself to cum until he had pleased his host.
But – oh yes, this is nice – it has been ages since I’ve been in such softness. His mouth feels so good, I can’t resist thrusting a little. He gurgles and gags, valiantly trying to please me.
When he looks up, I ask him, very clearly enunciating the words, “Do you like cum in your mouth?”
“Yes cum. I swallow.”
“How about we 69? OK?” I spin around in the bed. He smiles in agreement, then lowers his head and upside-down kisses my lips again. After more making out, he climbs up on top of me and his thick cock hangs over my face. I crane my head back and suck it.
He is sucking my dick, gagging and gurgling. I am very pleased to have his dick in my throat, but he is not really doing anything with it, and from the bottom, there isn’t much you can do if he’s not thrusting. I massage his cute balls, silky soft ping pong sized, the palm of my hand, and run my fingers along the plasticy smooth wrinkles of his anus.
I think he really wants me to cum first, so I resolve to oblige. At the next opportunity, I spin around again, then paw his head down to my cock. I moan and thrust, and not hurrying at all, enjoy the feeling of his mouth on my cock. I run my hands through his spiky black hair. I love watching him, sucking so hard he’s fishy faced. I raise my knees up on either side of his ears, and face fuck him.
My legs fall away and I mash my crotch up into him, curling my toes as I feel myself cumming. He swallows it all, licks his lips and smiles at me.
“Thank-you,” I tell him. When he stands up, I’m afraid he might leave, so I tell him, very clearly, “Now it’s your turn.”
He smiles and lays back down on the bed, and I flop down between his legs, resting on my belly. When I get my mouth around his dickm I immediately I notice the difference. He has satisfied his host, and now it seems he is ready to take the pleasure that I offer him. I move my head up and down, and he slowly bucks his hips. He brings his legs closer together, as every muscle tenses.
“I cum now,” he informs me, and I feel a flood fill my mouth. This load is huge, and keeps coming in waves, even dwarfing my encounter on Monday. It is delicious, and as I’ve never had so much before, I notice that it burns slightly when served in such quantities. Finally, he shudders and orgasm stops, and I let him pop out of my mouth with a slurp, and swallow his thick load. It goes down and tingles like fire in my throat.
I get up and start to look for my underwear. But I hear him call. He’s still laying there, hand around his cock. He motions to me with two fingers, bringing them to his mouth. “Kiss,” he says. “More. K-Kiss now?”
I grin at him. Sure. I leap onto the bed beside him, reach around, and bring my lips down to his. His kiss is electrifying, so soft and wet, I am happy to keep going as long as we can. I press down, move more of my body over his, stealing his lips for my pleasure.
Thats when I feel the first spurt hit my elbow. I look down in shock and see another missle, white as cream and thick as honey, shoot from his cock, as he pumps it furiously between his thumb and forefingers.
Immediately, I move down to it. His knuckles bang against my chin as I bring my lips over to his slit and suck in air, as if using a drinking fountain. I see waves of tension release as an orgasm again rips through his body, and I do my best to capture as much as I can through my lips as his pleasure slowly dies down. At last, he releases the head to me, and I suckle it slowly, as much as I dare, before his sensitivity sets in.
“You like?” he laughs.
I look up at him. “Yes. Yes I like!”
He lovingly brushes his finger against my cheek, mopping up a quivering glob of his seed, and holds it out for me to lick.
In a moment, we are embraced again, kissing, sharing the taste of him. Our bodies press together and we tumble in the bed, entwined with the pure pleasure of release.
After he’s showered and dressed, he points to the corner of my hotel room and tells me, “I move in here tomorrow.”
“Oh, really?” I say, smile faltering. I’m going to have to bolt my door when he leaves. I didn’t think my blowjobs were that good.
He cocks his head a little more, looks around, as if trying to find the words, and points to the wall. “K– Queen street. I moving to Queen street tomorrow.” He smiles at me.
Well, that’s a relief. “If I’m ever in town again, I’ll look you up!”