As there were no visible markings on the building, I was unsure of where exactly we were going. I followed beside him as he led me down the street to building with a sign written in Kanji. I gave him a handshake and began to sit down when he said to me he wanted to leave and go somewhere a little more private. Again, he was sporting an erection which I could easily make out from beneath his baggy pants. He was wearing a pair of khaki pants and a red T-shirt with a dragon on the front of it. To my surprise, he was already there and waiting for me. My penis instantly grew hard from thinking about what may be in store for me tomorrow, but I did not want to waste one ounce of sperm as I fully intended to be giving it all to Yoshi.Īt 9:15 I arrived to the coffee shop to eagerly await his arrival. It read "meet me tomorrow at the same coffee shop at 1000." I was elated when I read the e-mail from Yoshi. The next day I rushed home from work to check my e- mail. was your cum".Īfter I cleaned up, I replied with my own little sentence that read "I want your cum too.let's meet" It read only a few words, but they were words that made me so hard that after I read them I immediately grabbed me 7" penis from my pants and jerked it until I had come twice in a row. I had almost given up hope until I logged on almost a month after our conversation to find an e- mail from him. I tried to e-mail a couple of times, but no matter what I did, he would not reply. However, I think I spooked him and he logged off.įor almost two weeks, there was no message from him. Not sure about what I should say next, "I asked him if to elaborate on what he meant." I had never been with a man, but I thought that if there would ever be a chance or if there ever would be a situation which allowed me to be, I wanted it to be Yoshi. It was one part hesitation and ten parts longing for him. Words cannot explain the thoughts I had going through my mind at this point. I was not sure if I had missed something, so I decided to ask once more by saying "What exactly is your favorite thing to focus on?"Īfter almost a 5 minute wait "I love to watch a cum shot". Not at all happy with this answer, I asked him "what do you focus on when you watch?" He did not answer immediately and I pressed him further until finally he admitted "I watch regular porn where people have sex." I asked him "what do you think about or look at during masturbation".
I decided this was as open as his door was going to get so I decided it was time to kick the door in. That was until he asked me if I had any questions for him. This was not the way I was hoping this conversation would go. I asked him if he had any other questions for me, and he indicated he did not. He was and I began the conversation by thanking him for the nice conversation. I went home and immediately logged onto my computer to see if there was a message from Yoshi or to see if he was on-line. I was so drawn, but as much as I tried to shake the sight from my mind, it would not leave. The entire train ride home, I could not help but close my eyes and envision the bulging in his pants. Not wanting to spook him, and certainly not sure about how I felt about the situation, we finished our coffee with general language exchange.
He blushed and said "All I really know about is masturbation."
When he finally returned, I asked him if knew anything at all about sex. As he stood up to go use the restroom, I notices the bulging in his pants and I instantly knew that I was feeling something a little different. However, he always indicated he was a virgin and did not know anything about sex and was why he was asking so many questions. His dark black hair was the case with our talks as of late, he asked me about my experiences with women, and I asked him about his. I had only seen a cellphone photo of him, but when I saw him I was surprised to see he was only about 5' 6" and weighed barely 110 pound. We met in a cafe in Tokyo and practiced general conversation. Things stayed like this for a couple of months until he finally asked me if I wanted to meet and have coffee and some face to face conversation. Happy to help, we became quite good friends and meeting at least 3 times a week to chat.
The person identified himself as a Japanese male who was 18 years old and was looking to practice English. I was just surfing around the net, when a message popped up from someone I did not know. As luck would have it, I was about to find out exactly what it was. Despite my many escapades, I had always felt like there was something missing from my life. I have grown to truly love Japan and as a white male, have certainly not had too many issues finding companionship with Japanese women.