Bulging cock…perky balls…

Pumping…

Letting it all hang out…

I don’t know.. maybe some day in the future when I’ve explored/experimented a bit more!

I got blown by two strangers in the weekend. Which feels unreal to write. But it happened. This is the full account of how it went down, and how I feel about it.

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I live in northern Japan, and I had to jump on down to Tokyo for a two-day conference. So that’s a flight to Tokyo at 7:30am on Saturday, and a flight back home at 7pm on Sunday. A total of around 30 hours in the big smoke. And I decided that I would stay Saturday night in a sauna hotel for gays.

I’d never stayed in such an establishment before. Heck, two weeks prior, I didn’t know they even existed. But for a long time, I had wondered whether such a place did exist. I mean, I can’t be the only bi-sexually oriented guy in the world who at least sometimes fantasizes about getting off with another guy. And surely someone has thought of providing a place for like-minded guys to meet?

So when it came to booking a hotel for the weekend, I Googled “hotels for Gays in Tokyo”. My search was in Japanese (東京 ホテル ゲイ), but I ended up at the website for the 24Kaikan - an apparently well known establishment in the gay community in Tokyo (http://www.juno.dti.ne.jp/~kazuo24/).

I called the Shinjuku location a week ahead of my trip and booked a single occupancy room for Saturday night. They asked me for my name and address. I told them I was Tommy Jones from (the city I live in in northern Japan). The night would cost me 5,000yen (around US$50), which is perfectly reasonable for a hotel room in Tokyo.

Fast forward to Saturday last week (the 1st of November 2014), I found myself on a train in crowded Tokyo, wondering what I had gotten myself into.

I had a lot of vague expectations about the sauna. And to be honest, I was really nervous, but at the same time really excited. I had read that there were seven floors in the converted apartment building. 3rd floor housed the large communal bathroom. The Shinjuku location website has photos here: http://www.juno.dti.ne.jp/~kazuo24/shinjyuku/24-photo08.htm

What the photos don’t show is the dark labyrinth of shower stalls (with glory holes drilled into the walls) and dingy saunas behind a curtain at the far end of the bathroom. It was in one of those dingy saunas that I got my second ever blow job in my life…which I shall get to in due time.

On the 4th to 6th floors of the building are communal sleeping rooms, with either large open sleeping areas or bunk beds (http://www.juno.dti.ne.jp/~kazuo24/shinjyuku/24-photo13.htm). Some of the rooms have reclining bed-like spaces in front of which are TVs showing x-rated gay porn (http://www.juno.dti.ne.jp/~kazuo24/shinjyuku/24-photo14.htm). On the 7th floor are the private rooms (either one-, two-, or three-person rooms - http://www.juno.dti.ne.jp/~kazuo24/shinjyuku/24-photo18.htm).

To be honest, as I was wandering through Tokyo after the first day of the conference, towards the general direction of the sauna hotel, my overall expectation of the place and what I would do there was this: I would walk around naked in the building, perhaps bumping into friendly smiling other naked guys. The hallways would be bright and cheerful. In the communal bath house people would be chatty and perhaps lending a hand to other guys, both to scrub and perhaps to stroke :-)

My expectations were entirely wrong. I would soon find out that the place would be dark, quiet, and clinical.

It was dark by the time I got to the sauna hotel.

It was fairly easy to find using Google maps on my phone (exact GPS coordinates are 35.689858, 139.708807 - https://goo.gl/maps/P9V9J). The address is Tōkyō-to, Shinjuku-ku, Shinjuku, 2 Chome−13−1 (In Japanese: 東京都新宿区新宿２丁目１３−１).

Apparently the Shinjuku 2-chome area is known for being a bit of a gay cruising area. There were lots of bars around: “girls only night”, “guys for guys”…it looked like a pretty fun place…it didn’t feel unsafe.

I took a deep breath and headed up the stairs to the 2nd floor lobby. My heart was pounding. I tried to look and act cool.

Like many hot-spring spas in Japan, I had to take my shoes off at the front door, and put them into a locker.

Just to the left of the lockers was a glass cabinet full of gay porn and sex paraphernalia.

I tried to act like this was the most normal thing in the world for me to be doing on a Saturday night.

Approaching the lobby front, I mentioned that I had reserved a room for the night. The guys at the front desk were very friendly. Like, they made you feel at ease. Not like they were coming on to you, but like they were genuinely nice people. Just as well I had booked ahead though, because the place was booked out. Always is on the weekends, apparently.

There were a few other guys checking in. Most of them were just paying the 2,900yen (US$30) entrance fee, which allows you to stay in the facility for 12 hours. The 5,000yen (US$50) I paid covered the entrance fee (for a 12 hour stay) as well as the private room. The fees also include gown and towel rental. People who don’t get the private room have to (try to) sleep in one of the bunks or communal sleeping areas.

From what I have read, sleep is more or less impossible in the communal sleeping areas: snoring, invitations for sex, grunts and groans, the slapping of flesh against flesh…let’s just say that apparently the environment is not conducive to sleeping.

I got to the elevator and headed straight up to my room on the 7th floor. 

The inside of the elevator doors reminded patrons of the rules: fees payable for lost towels and gowns, rules for using the outdoor terrace at the top of the building (swimwear or towel compulsory), sun tanning machine fees, smartphone charging service, etc. And no chewing gum allowed.

The 7th floor hallway was bright and fairly chirpy. When I got off the elevator, there was a youngish guy Asian guy (didn’t look Japanese), perhaps late 20’s, in nothing but a towel, slim but not toned, leaning up against the wall. He looked at me. I noticed that he didn’t look away when I looked away. He just stood there. Not staring, as such. Just looking. I felt his gaze right up till when I closed my room door behind me.

I stood there in my room for a moment. Still had my backpack on. Just sort of processing what I’d just experienced since entering the building. So far, the place had a quiet eeriness to it…

Despite the slightly eerie first impressions of the place, I was pretty keen to check out 24Kaikan’s communal bath area. I was tired and sweaty from a 7:30am start to the day, which comprised of a 1.5 hour domestic flight, a 7-hour conference day, and an hour of walking around the crowded streets of Tokyo.

The room I had booked for the night was spotless. It smelled clean. The decor was dated, but it was clean. Two complementary condoms sat on the old dresser at the end of the room. A large mirror ran the length of the room, only high enough to see yourself if you were lying on your bed. The room, actually the entire building, was warm. Too warm to be wearing clothes - most probably by design. I had arrived at the sauna hotel at around 10pm, so I stripped off and had a nap before heading out.

I had been given a ‘staying over’ pack, which included a Japanese style yukata gown, a bath towel, and a smaller towel. After a 20 minute nap I donned the gown and headed out.>

The young non-Japanese-looking Asian guy was still hanging out in the hallway when I left my room. He looked at me, in my gown, as I locked my room and walked to the narrow stairwell. Once again, he wasn’t staring. Just watching. Like he wanted something, and wanted to know if I was up for it. I headed downstairs.

The stairwell was narrow. Narrow enough that in order to pass someone, you had to turn your body. Even still, contact was inevitable.

I glanced down the 6th floor hallway. It was far from the brightly lit image I had expected. It was dark, and busy. Guys loitering in the gloom. Some with gowns on, many with just a towel wrapped around their waist. No one was walking around naked. A quick look behind a curtained-off communal room revealed more dark depths…a muggy scent of humans. Not stinky, but the smell of humans. I retreated and carried on down to the 3rd floor to the communal bathhouse.

Like most hot spring spa facilities in Japan, this place had a simple changing room at the entrance of the communal bath area. It was really busy (understandably so, considering it was Saturday night on a long weekend; Monday was a national holiday). I nudged my way past a few naked steaming guys in their late 40’s who had just left the bath area, and stripped off. Usually in Japanese communal hot spring baths, I don’t feel self-conscious. This time, I felt self-conscious. I felt nervous. Of the now five guys in the changing area, I was the only white guy, but more importantly, the only guy with trimmed pubes. For some reason I felt really self-conscious about that. Which added to my nervousness, which meant that my cock was now a shriveled up stub, which added to my nervousness (who knew that gay Japanese guys would be so well hung?).

Lucky I had the small towel, and it seemed that the convention was to wrap this around your waist in this particular spa. In any other spa in Japan - a non-gay spa - guys strut around without covering their waists…what is it about gay saunas that everyone covers up? Quite strange…

Anyway, I headed into the bath area (this is what it looks like) with towel wrapped around my waist. At least 40 guys were already there. Some soaking in the hot pools, some washing at the sit-down shower area against the left-hand side mirrored wall. I sat down in the only free seat, flanked on both sides by late 30’s-ish Japanese guys, who were more or less oblivious that I was there. The whole bath house was sort of eerie.

No one was talking.

If I felt like I was being watched by the guy in the hallway on the 7th floor, I felt like I was being watched by at least half of the 40 guys in the bath house. Not stared at. Just watched. Quietly.

I lathered up using the supplied body wash, and had a good scrub. I purposefully washed my cock particularly well, because I wanted to restore it to some semblance of its usual flaccid state (i.e., not retreating half way into my scrotum out of sheer fright).

It felt pretty exciting to be stroking my cock in the presence of others. The guys next to me seemed like they could care less, but I was finally doing something that I had fantasized doing on so many occasions at other communal hot spring baths in Japan (but doing so would be totally inappropriate). Glancing down the line of six guys to my left and four to my right, I could see that at least a few had semi-erect cocks, so I was not alone.

I rinsed off, and while fending off the watchful gaze of the guys in the hot tubs, I climbed into the 41 degrees Celsius tub. I sat down on the bottom of the tub, with only my head sticking out of the water. The heat of the water instantly soothed my nerves as I leaned back against the wall of the tub and closed my eyes. It was a nice respite from the business of the day and the excited nerves of checking into one of the most popular gay saunas in Japan.

It was really relaxing, sitting in that hot tub, eyes closed, letting the heat draw away the nerves of being an inexperienced straight guy (who had only ever fantasized about fooling around with other guys) in a building full of sexually-charged gay men who were there because they knew what they wanted.

But I wasn’t sure what I wanted, and I was nervous as hell.

While I was sitting there in the tub with eyes closed, however, I regrouped my senses and decided that it was time to forget about what others might be thinking of me, take things as they came, and first of all, just explore the building.

First on the agenda was to explore the mysterious curtained-off door at the end of the bath area. Guys were coming and going from there every few seconds…I had to know what was going on in there.

So I jumped out of the tub, wrapped my towel around my waist, and ducked through the curtain.

The area beyond the curtain was dark. Not pitch black, but dim. A red lamp shone above the doorway. At least 10 or so guys were loitering against the walls. Just standing there. Sort of like zombies, I thought. The area beyond the curtain was like a maze, with narrow corridors wending off the main white-tiled hallway. Water ran across the floor. It smelled clean. Like a swimming pool smell. I turned left at the first junction. A door immediately to my left led to a small stall with a toilet. Above the stall was a weak red lamp. There was a hose connected to the wall with a tap. At the end of the tap was a rounded hose end. The chlorine swimming pool smell was masking an ever-so-faint smell of feces.

This must be where the bottoms clean out their bowels…..

Further on I rounded a corner to an area with multiple shower stalls. Still the same dim light. The walls between each shower stall had large holes drilled in them. Two at cock height and one at mouth height. Glory holes.

Straight ahead of me was a more spacious stall. In it was a full-body sling; the sort you’d see in an S&M film. It appeared well used.

Rounding yet another corner, I was back at the main corridor to the bath area. There was more to explore to my left, but I was getting tired; it was almost midnight and I thought I would slowly make my way back up the building to my room on the 7th floor, get a decent night’s sleep, and explore the bath house area more thoroughly in the morning. I had a long second day of conference sessions the next day, so I wanted to at least get some sleep.

Before exiting the dimly lit area, I noticed an adjacent sauna room. The temperature gauge said 90 degrees Celsius, with a few Japanese guys inside. I toweled off and entered. The wooden decor was fairly standard, except for a large wall separating the sitting area into two areas. I suppose this way you could get it on with some level of privacy. Who would ever want to get it on at 90 degrees Celsius though?

While I was contemplating the practicalities of sucking a guy off in a 90 degree Celsius sauna, I noticed a young Westerner enter the small sauna. He had long curly hair and a clipped beard. He was probably in his mid-20’s, slim but not toned. He was one of the very few guys I had seen walking around with no towel around his waist. He was quite well endowed. I had noticed him earlier, as I was washing in the shower area. I had noticed that he had noticed me also, but I was too nervous about the entire situation to acknowledge him.

He sat across from me in the sauna and pointed at me and said “nice”.

What a saint. The first words I had heard anyone utter since arriving. I introduced myself and we got chatting. He was from Spain, and was visiting Japan for a month, just travelling. I liked the guy; he reminded of when I traveled around the world in my early 20’s. Just taking each day as it comes. He was interested to hear that I was here in Japan doing a PhD on a scholarship. He had just got a scholarship to do a PhD in Spain, but was not entirely enthused about the prospect of having to stay in Spain.

I noticed as we chatted that a few of the Japanese guys in the sauna got up and left. I almost sensed that we were breaking some kind of norm by actually engaging in conversation. It was almost like all interpersonal transactions were to be conducted in silence and through gesture here, with as little verbal communication as possible. It was as though we were getting far too friendly, rather than just sucking each other off in silence.

After a few minutes, I stood up to leave; around 5 minutes at 90 deg C is about as much as I can handle. He left with me, and we continued to chat as we toweled off in the changing area.

It was so refreshing to be talking with someone. It really broke the tense quiet of the place.

My new Spanish friend had already scoped much of the other floors out, so was happy to show me around. On the fourth floor, we took a look in the video room. Like the 6th floor communal sleeping space I had checked out previously, this curtained off room was stuffy and smelled like humans. It didn’t smell unclean, but there were around 15 guys in the small space…at least two couples had formed, with hands down sheets moving clinically, no other obvious communication between the two parties involved.

We continued on, scoping out a few other rooms. Finally on the 5th floor, we found a room with no one there. My Spanish friend beckoned me in. At that point I realized that he wasn’t just showing me around. He was actually seeking a space for us to be alone….all of a sudden, the reality of what this place was about hit me.

This complete stranger is inviting me in for sex.

The mid 20’s well endowed Spaniard with his long wavy hair stood there holding the curtain aside to the vacant room. He was only wearing a thin towel around his waist, and my mind wandered back to the sauna where I got a look at his nicely endowed manhood. But without much hesitation I said “sorry, I really need to get to bed,” and left.

He looked slightly disappointed; he’d already disclosed to me that Japanese guys weren’t his type. And there weren’t many other Westerners around at the sauna. But looking back, I’m not surprised by my own reaction. That was the first time in my lifeI had ever been propositioned by a man. Invited in for sex, by a man. I freaked out. I didn’t know what to do or what to expect. I didn’t want to admit to him that I’d never been with a man before. Ever. So I left.

I went back to my private room on the 7th floor, stripped out of my gown, and lay down on the futon. My heart was still beating fast and I just couldn’t relax. I had purposely avoided cumming for a week leading up to my stay at the sauna hotel, so I was probably a little sexually frustrated too. So resolved to ‘get back to basics’ as it were, and just start with something I knew I enjoyed and was comfortable with: masturbating to porn.

I whipped out my iPad, connected it to the tethering on my mobile phone and started browsing the offerings on PornHub…before long I was getting into a groove. All this time I had the door to my room closed, but I then realized that one of my recurrent fantasies is that of being watched while masturbating. What better place to explore that fantasy than here?

So I opened my door, leaving it slightly ajar, and carried on.

A long-time fantasy finally coming true, a few guys peered through the slightly ajar door, watching me stroke my cock. I felt empowered, excited to be watched. The guys came and went, until one guy stopped and watched for a few minutes before pushing the door open, bowing politely, and entering my room. He closed and locked the door behind him, and knelt down at the end of my futon.

I don’t remember much of his face, but he was shorter than me, and much skinnier. I sat up and crossed my legs, all the while stroking my cock. I leaned over and pulled at the cloth belt holding his gown around his torso, and he undid it, revealing his body and small cock. He let the gown drop to the futon. We were now both naked, sitting in front of each other.

I got some lube I had carried from home, squeezed some out onto my fingers, and started massaging it into his cock. He seemed to twitch with pleasure when I touched his cock. He was enjoying it. There was no verbal communication; either he didn’t deem it necessary, or he didn’t realize I could speak Japanese.

Before long, he was hard. I was surprised at how large he was when he was erect. Perhaps 13cm or 14cm; his flaccid state belied the potential of his erection.

He had now reached out and was gently caressing my cock with his hand. He leaned in and kissed my left nipple, flicking it with his tongue. I have never responded to my nipples being sucked, and today was no exception. But I took it as a sign that perhaps he might like it, so I licked my finger and rubbed his left nipple gently. He nearly jumped out of his skin; it was obviously a clearly erogenous spot for him.

I was super aroused at this point. My cock was throbbing and adrenaline coursing through my body. So when he leaned down further and put his lips around my cock, I did nothing to stop him. It felt amazing. Warm, soft, slippery…so gentle. After 20 seconds or so, he sat up and we continued to masturbate each other.

Caught up in the excitement, I then bent over and took his cock into my mouth. I remember thinking it was narrower than dildo’s I’ve practiced deepthroating on before…but in any case, he seemed to appreciate my efforts. As if working on automatic, I pressed my mouth deeper on his cock, pushing it as deep as it would go into the back of my mouth…I was actually doing it. I was deepthroating another man.

I pushed my tongue out the base of his cock as it was in my mouth, and my gag reflex kicked in. I retreated and revelled in the excitement of the moment. I took his cock into my throat a few more times, and it looked like he was getting close. I asked him if he wanted to cum, and he looked surprised.

“Are you one of those guys who doesn’t like to fuck?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” I lied, not really ready to go into the details of how I’ve never fucked or been fucked by a man before.

My Japanese friend gave me a few more strokes on my cock before reaching over my shoulder for the tissues on the old dated bedside table, whispering in my ear “sorry.”

It was clear he was expecting to either fuck or to be fucked that night, and didn’t want to waste any time with someone not available to fulfill that expectation. I was, for the most part, not fazed. I had just been sucked, and sucked a complete stranger, for the first time ever in my life, and that reality was starting to sink in.

My brief partner wiped his cock clean, gracefully donned his gown, stood up, and opened the door. He turned as he was leaving and asked gently “should I leave the door ajar for you?”

I said yes please, and settled back onto my futon, halfheartedly stroking my cock.

I lay this way for another few minutes before shutting down the iPad, closing my door, and laying down to think. I thought thoughts like, how many guys have sucked that guy tonight? And, what if he (or any of those partners) has herpes or Gonorrhea or syphilis or any other multitude of STIs? How does he, and all the other guys in this building right now deal with the risks associated with having sex with strangers? Am I being overly cautious? Am I over-thinking the risks?

I went to sleep that night, at around 1:30am, without cumming, and with mixed feelings and a mind full of questions.

I was startled awake at 6am on Sunday morning by someone trying to open my hotel room door. When whoever it was realized it was locked, they moved on to the next door. Just trying their luck perhaps?

I lay awake for a few minutes on my futon, thinking back to last night. For the first time in my life, I had received oral sex. And it was from a man, who happened to be a complete stranger. And for the first time in my life, I had given a man oral sex.

And all I could think about was the potential risks I had opened myself up to.

My mind was half regret and half excitement over what I’d chosen to do in the heat of the moment. I remembered his cock vividly. About 13cm long, quite narrow, with a crop of pubic hair at the base. Very small testicles; they hardly seemed to exist at all…

I didn’t get the opportunity to cum last night, so I resolved to head back down to the communal bath area, take a shower, beat off somewhere, and start the day fresh. Forget about everything that happened last night and move on. Deal with the consequences (if any) when they presented themselves.

I wrapped my towel around my waist and headed out of my room. Just outside the door was a man sleeping on a temporary foam mat in the hallway. I had heard this place gets busy in the weekends, but wow…

Towards the other end of the hallway, there was a very large naked black man (like, massive) straddling a very small Japanese man, actually fucking him in the ass. This place is like the wild west.

I moved on down to the communal bath area and had a wash. There were already about 30 guys there. Still curious about the dimly lit areas beyond the curtained doorway at the end of the bath house, I wrapped my towel around my waist and headed straight there after rinsing off.

At the end of the dingy tiled corridor were two ‘mist saunas’. The whole area still smelled like a swimming pool - that is, clean - but it did smell significantly more ‘occupied’, if you will, than last night. I imagine it had been a busy night last night, and the place was ready for the daily sanitizing.

I entered the mist sauna to the right. It was more mist than sauna. It was warm, but certainly not hot. A continuous stream of misty water was being sprayed from the ceiling. I sat down and let my towel fall to either side of my legs. It felt really nice…like sitting naked in a rain-forest. Only rather than a forest, I was sat in a dimly lit tiled room.

After a while sitting, I started thinking back to last night. I remembered feeling the man’s hard cock in my mouth, and how much that had turned me on. I began fantasizing about what might have happened…like if he had cum in my mouth and how arousing that would have been. Thinking these thoughts, the lingering doubts about STI risks notwithstanding, I started to sense my cock stirring. Still with my eyes closed, I kept the train of thought going, until my cock was rock hard. I was sitting there in the semi-dark on a ledge in the sauna with my cock as hard as a rock.

I opened my eyes and noticed for the first time a guy sitting across the sauna from me. He looked to be around my age, perhaps slightly older, in his mid-30’s. He was a similar build and height to me, and stroking his cock. I took this as permission to do the same to my own cock. I ran my hand down my body, feeling my hand on my wet skin, running over my tensed muscles. Adrenaline running through me. I closed my eyes again and began to stroke my hard cock.

A few seconds later I felt a soft touch to my testicles. It was the guy sitting across from me. He had stood up and approached me, and was now gently caressing my balls. It felt really good. His touch was exquisite. So gentle. So sensuous.

I reached down and started caressing his cock, as I continued to stroke my own. I felt down towards his balls (which, like the man’s last night, were very small), and then up again to the tip of his cock. The shaft of his cock was narrower than my own, but felt to be a similar length. He had a very prominent head on his cock.

Suddenly the man had bent over and had his mouth on my cock. The feeling was ecstasy. His tongue was flicking around the base of the head of my cock; it felt like he knew what he was doing. It only took 10 seconds or so for me to get close to climax. I gently pushed the man’s shoulder, and he straightened up; no words were needed. We stood there, stroking each other’s cocks for another few minutes. Then he went down on me again. My throbbing cock was screaming out for a release, and I sensed the man knew it. He quickened his pace…my breathing quickened with it…and when I felt myself going over the edge I tapped him on the shoulder and said ‘I’m going to cum’.

He straightened up and looked me in the eyes as he pumped my cock with his hands, intent on having me cum hard in his hands. And cum hard I did; a full week of abstaining came to the fore as I spurted thick cum into the air…one, two, three, four contractions as my cock emptied itself of its load. I groaned deeply, as he now reached down to his own cock, and pumped it hard in front of me. He seemed to be take great pleasure in seeing me in my afterglow, as I slowly stroked my spent cock in front of him. It only took him around 30 seconds to spill his load right there in front of me, his body hard and taut. After he was done, he gently laid his hand on my thigh, looked me in the eye, smiled slightly, and left.

The whole encounter had lasted no more than 10 minutes or so. Apart from me telling him I was going to cum, there were no words spoken before or after. It was a silent sexual transaction between two anonymous strangers in a dark misty room in a gay sauna hotel in the middle of the metropolis sprawl that is Tokyo. And it felt intensely good and natural and right.

I left the hotel at around 7:30am. It was already light outside, and the city was waking up.

I stopped in at Starbucks on my way back to the conference venue for breakfast and coffee. Life seemed normal. People were sitting chatting, or sitting alone, greeting the new day. And there I was. One of the most significant 9 hours or so of my adult life behind me. A night of sexual exploration which left me satisfied but full of questions.

For me, coming into this experience with only two previous sexual partners to my name (and essentially doubling that in the space of one night), the concept of casual sex with strangers is both liberating and profoundly scary. I now understand why a person might want to seek out sex with a stranger; god knows it is easy to do at a place like 24Kaikan. But what of the risks? How do these beautiful human beings who frequent these places rationalize the risk? It is a mystery to me, and may remain so for some time.