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In Japan, I was entree'd

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by Damian Rex (Ed. Half fantasy, half reality, I'll leave it to you to try and figure out which half is what) About 8 years ago, when I was 22, I visited Japan for the first time. It was two years after college, and I did not expecting anything but a simple visit to my ex-girlf friend, Anna. Instead what I encountered was one of the strangest, most erotic experience of my life. Anna had been working in Tokyo for a high tech firm and, though we had broken up, we remained good friends. So at her invitation I decided to visit for three weeks. Within two days Anna and I got back into bed with each other and the sex was incredible. I am pretty good looking. Men and women hit on me all the time. I swim almost every day and have a swimmer's body, tan, 5'9 with stomach muscles. My cock is 8' and thick and with a large head. Needlesss to say I looked pretty good in my speedo, especially at 22. Anna is petite, with dark wavy hair and a tight ass and supple tits. There was something different about Anna in Japan. She seemed much more uninhibted and she demanded me to do this and that while we made love. She yelled and groaned and used her finger nails against my back. When she gave me a blow job, it was amazing: she did it with such intensity that I thought I was having sex with someone else altogether. When I shot my load, she licked it all up and continued to play with my 8 inch cock until it was hard again and ready to spill more come. She spent an hour milking me, massaging my rather large cockhead for what its' worth - even as we eat dinner or watch TV -- a real work out, day and night. This from a once shy, petite young woman who used to blush when someone talks about sex to explicitly? So I had to ask: "Anna, what happened. How come you're so free with yourself now? Not that I'm complaining." And she laughed. She said she's been having an affair with her Japanese boss, and he's a pro. He taught her a few things and S&M was part of the game. I admitted I was kind of jealous. But also curious: Who's this man that managed to transform Anna into a varitable nymph? "Can I meet him?" I asked. And she looked at me kind of funny. "Why not?" She said. "I'm sure he can do something with you." Anyway, I went away to Kyoto for a week to look at the temples there and to Hokaido. When I came back , Anna said, "My boss is throwing a company party tonight, you can come as my date." "Sure," I said. It was at a really fancy restaurant and there was a tall and man in a black suit among the crowd that I noticed right away when we walked in. He looked around 5'11 and maybe in his mid 30's, slim and strikingly handsome. He had an elegant demeanor and great dimple smile. He seemed very at ease with himself and therefore stood out in a crowd of more uniformily acting "salarymen". Who's that? "I asked Anna. And she looked at me and said: "Who do you think?" "That's your boss?" "Yeah. The guy's a multi millionaire." I admit, I was intrigued. Besides my best friend, Kevin, I hadn't had sex with other men at this point. Right away, Mr Yoichi came straight at me and Anna and flashed his dazzling smile. In impeccable English, he told me that he had been looking forward to meeting me. He shook my hand and then squeezed my bicep as if to see whether I am as tone as I looked. I was intimidated. I was, I think, the only foreigner and the only one not wearing a suit. And probably the youngest person there. Anyway, dinner conversation was practially impossible since I didn't speak any Japanese. But one thing led to antoher and Mr Yoichi asked me what my traveling plans were and I said: "Well I had wanted to go on to Thailand and Malaysai, but I don't know I'll have enough money to last me to the end of the month, considering how expensive it is here in Japan." Mr Yoichi thought about this a little while and he said, "I'll call you tomorow. I might have a job for you. I'm sure we don't want to send you home before you get to see Asia." Anna smiled. A rather mysterious smile. "Listen, I'll be as honest as possible," Mr yoichi said on the phone the next day. "I am throwing a party tomorow night at my home. It involves very rich people who have very, shall we say, demanding taste. If you are willing to participate, I'll give you 5000 dollars for your service." I didn't think I heard him right. But he assured me I did. Well, I asked, what does it entail? "You are required to serve food in the nude." I swallowed hard. "That's OK by me," I aIS. " I 'm somewhat of an exhibitionist. It's no problem." When I showed up to the address he gave me, I saw a large mansion in the suburb with maple trees linging the patHway to the elegant japanese style house. The maid who received me smiled politely, took my shoes and directed me a large dining room with tatami rug and one foot high table made of rose wood in the center. And Mr Yoichi was there in his black kimono, giving orders in Japanese. "There you are," he said and shook my hand. "Well, let's get ready. Take a shower, it's down the hall. Then come back out. The guests will be here very soon." In my mind, I imagined walking around in my birthday suit carrying sushi trays. Needless to say, I wasn't ready for what happened next. When I came out wrap in a towel, mr Yoichi looked at me up and down and said: "Very nice, very nice." Then he reached out and pulled my towel away. "You won't need this." I was completely naked. Funny thing was, besides him, the servants hardly bat an eyelash. They went on with their decoration and their preparions. Before I could ask any question, however, Mr Yoichi touched my lower back then and guided me to the table where two Japanese women in kinomos were sitting. "Lie down," he said. "I don't understand," I said, though I liked the way he touched me. My body was tingling all over and my cock, which was flacid, began to rise perceptibly. "You understand enough," Mr Yoichi touched my cock slightly then and squeeze the tip a little and it got completely hard. HE squeezed it until a little pre cum oozed out. He touched it with his finger and scattered in around on my glans and I began to moan. "Let me explain," he said. "You are to lie down and serve as a tray. We will place food on you and the guests will eat off your beautiful body? Now you understand?" I couldn't believe it. But I pretended like I knew it all along. "Yeah. I sure." Never in my widlest imagination did I imagine that I was going to be part of the food served. "It's easy, just relax and enjoy." Mr Yoichi said and flashed his famous smile. "Just don't move too much ok, and everything will be fine. Think of the $5000 dollars for four hours of lying around. If I weren't so rich, I do it too. " He eased me down on the table and one Japanese woman smiled brightly as she forced my legs apart into a V shape. My cock was now hard as a rock and pointing at a 45degree angle and I was blushing. The geisha woman, in her 30s, was wonderful though. She hummed a nice song and massaged my body. And I began to relax. Soon after this a sushi chef came out from the kitchen and began to put slices of fish on me. I was positioned so that even my arms held something or another. The cold feel of the fish turned me on as much as the fact that Mr Yoichi is watching me intensely as the servants worked on my body, putting on garnish and such. On each of my palm, the chef put a littel soy sauce dish. I am smooth all over and my chest is broad so it was easy for them to find places for their various delicacies. And who knew what they put on my thighs and shins. I just knew that my cock at this point was purple red and hard as wood and it wavered spasmodically up and down from time to time, especially when the chef touched my body. When the chef was done, Mr Yoichi announced: "Something's not right. Let's see, this part needs decoration too." And he fingered my balls and cock and then my anus. Then I couldn't believe what he did next. Mr Yoichi took some long grass blades and he delicately wrapped my balls and the base of my cock with them such that my cock was forced to stand near a 90 degree angle. Then he took a small, shaved cucumber and dipped it in sesame oil and forced it up half way up my ass. "Oh please," I said, though I wasn't sure what I meant. I was in ecstasy. At this point what I wanted to do omost grab my cock and shoot my jism on everyone sitting around me but I knew that would have been bad taste -- not to mention I'd ruin the sushi decoration and spill the soy cauce! Still, what happened next was even more amazing: Mr Yoichi picked a few parsely stems and, get this, squeeze my purple cock head and forced the stem, one at a time, down my piss hole. They hurt like hell as they entered the urinary track -- I never felt anything like it. He pushed as far as the stem could go, one at a time, until my cock head felt bloated with a parseley bouquet. It felt so incredible. Mr Yoich was using my bloated cock as a flower vase! The geisha applauded when he finieshed. I moaned helplessly but there was nothing I could do. I was already lost to whatever Mr Yoichi wanted to do with my body. Not long after this the guests came in. There were about a dozen of them, immaculately dressed, mostly men, but also two or three women, all in their late 40's early 50s. They sat around me and they were served sakes and whiskeys and they all sounded very jovial .They made all sort of comments none of which I understood. The Japaesne geisha started to play sad music on her zyther and sang some old melody and Mr Yoichi invited his guests to eat. People started to pick up food off my thigh, my chest, my bicept. They dipped the sushi on the sauce and took wassabi from my belly button.. Everyone was having a good time eating off my body. Many were touching my balls and my cock with their chopsticks, making lewd remarks. One man, a gray hair guy, took out the parsely stems, one by from my cock, and ate them and every laughed laughed. Another person, I couldn't tell who, took the cucumber and ate that as well. I had a hardest time staying still. Most of the time I panted so hard that the diners had to follow the rythim of my chess in order to pick up the sushi. Some fell off my chests. They giggled like school children when this happened. Then an older woman poured warm sake down my cock and ball. Another used my precome as condiment for a raw piece tuna. It was unbelievable. I moaned. I was so turned on I started to leak come out of my piss slit. Still people ignored my aroused state and continued to eat. I wasn't human to them. I was decoration. They played with my balls and cock using their chopticks. One guy even beat the cock head with a single choptick and making lewd remarks that made veryone laugh. It hurt like hell and I moeaned. Finally, an hour or so later, people had their fill. My cock at this point was so hard that I thought it would shoot by itself without any touching. But Mr Yoichi read my mind. He told me not to move. Then he said something important to every one in Japanese and there was a collected murmur from all corners. "Do you want to come?" He asked me. "Yes," I said, "Please, I'll do anything. I'll suck your cock. Sir. I'll be your slave. Just let me come. I am dying." Mr Yoichi laughed at this. He removed the grass bind on my balls and cock dipped his fingers in a small dish of sesame oil and began to worked slowly on my cock. There was total silence in the room now as I started to moan loudly. My body was tense and I arched my hip upward above the table like a bow. I felt my orgasm building, building, slowly, like an ached in the bones. I hadn't had sex for three days. "Mr Yoichi," I screamed and buckled my hip like a crazy bull, "I'm coming, I coming" "DO it." He said. And I did. Mr Yoichi's warm fingers felt wonderful. I arched my groin higher and highere above the table, and my dick grew an extra inch and the glans turned purplish red. Then I started to shoot. Ribbons after white ribons came out out my dick shooting four, five feet high in the airt. They splattered back down over my face and chest and face, making audible noises, and still I spurted -- I must have shot 8 or nine times. My balls hurt from so much traffic. The guests applauded at this and one woman reached out and stroke my hair like I was her cat and another old man played with my still hard cock, sucking it clean. I didn't care. I laid back down, exhausted, not giving a damn what else they wanted to do with me. Soon after this, the guests left. Mr Yoichi took me to his bathroom with a hot tub and cleaned me. That night, I let him fucked me up the ass and begged for more in the morning. He was my second male lover. He was terrific. His cock was huge and he was so amazingly tender and had incredible stemanna and best of all, a lean, smooth body. The next day I was $5000 richer. I saw much of East Asia with it before coming back to the States. I saw Anna a few times since then before she got married and had two kids, and Mr Yoichi came to see me two years ago when he trhew a party in San Francisco for his business partner. But that's, as they say, is another party.