........Did you think I had planned something kinky?I really didn’t know quite what to make of the look she gave me. Was it that something kinky wou...d offend her, or was it just like my cock was telling me, that she would be up for some kinkiness?I pulled out the towel and spread it on the desktop.“How’s your bottom today?”“It’s all right now thanks……….Why?”“I was going to kiss it better for you.”She hopped up onto the desk to sit on the towel and took off her trainers.I spread one of the. At that point in my life, I had not been introduced to the pleasures of Japanese boys and/or men, so my journey began.One evening after work, I navigated my way to the gay section of Shinjuku, one of the major neighborhoods of Tokyo. It was a jumble of tiny, messy streets, neon signs and mostly men who had come to make their furtive way through the highly closeted world of gay life and relationships of the day. I visited several bars which were packed with older white men and "sissy-like". - Don't forget to check your story before posting it. With some text editors, there could be some problems like formating text or inapropriate characters.- Please, don't abuse with themes. No need to add all of them.- Your story must have at least 5000 characters. Please, don't trick the system, your story will be refused.- Thanks for posting :)Some advices before posting: - Don't write your story directly into our system. There's a server timeout, after few minutes of inactivity, you will be. I slipped my hands in the waistband of his shorts and pulled them off. His cock sprang free, looking partially hard. His hair was neatly trimmed and his balls hung low beneath his shaft. I kneeled down to get a closer look at his cock. My face was inches from his cock. He smelled nice, not terribly musky and not perfumed. I reached out and began to stroke his shaft feeling it grow with each stroke. I turned my focus to his balls. I had never handled another man's cock, much less his balls. It.