Kino's cock was as hard as a rock. He shifted slightly as my nervous fingers worked to unzip his trousers and then he lifted up from the booth and helped me push them down to his knees. His cock sprang up, curving back toward his stomach. It was lovely, from what I could see in the dim light of the booth, what appeared to be six inches, circumsized, and capped with a pointed little head. My hand went to it immediately and I gently jacked up and down the length of it.
"Ummmmmm" he sighed as his arm went around my neck and pulled me to his chest. I kept my gaze downward, fascinated by the sight of his manhood in my hand. I thought I could make out the first telltale sign of precum forming in his piss slit, and the more I jacked him the more came out. I capped the head with my palm and spread the gooey liquid down his shaft, providing lubrication for the handjob I was giving him.
But we both knew that the handjob was just foreplay, a preliminary to the main event, and he signaled his desire for me to go further by a slight, but insistent downward pressure on my shoulder. Taking his direction, I let my head slip down his chest, across his rock hard stomach, and down far enough to let my tongue flick out at the slimey head of his cock. His precum tasted delicious, setting not only my tastebuds, but all my senses alive with desire. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I opened my mouth and dropped on him. He tasted heavenly, a mixture of manliness and the slight, sweet smell of jasmine, the aroma filling my nostrils as I breathed in deeply before lowering my open mouth to completely engulf his cock. The pointed head, aided by copious amounts of precum and saliva, slid easily into my throat. I had deepthroated him in one stroke, my nose mashed in his kinkly pubic hair.
"Ahhhhhhhh...." he groaned as he brought both hands down on my head, holding me gently in position as he began to hump up and down slowly, bringing his cock head to the entrance of my mouth before plunging it down my throat. As a mouth fucker goes, he was good. Real good, and I held still and let him fuck me, my saliva flowing freely to lubricate both the inside of my mouth and his cock.
"You rike Kino friend?" he questioned, pulling my mouth off his cock.
"Hum?" opening my eyes I saw another pair of legs in the booth to Kino's right. Following them up, I saw that they were spread, and I saw the hand slowly jacking what appeared to another six inch cock.
"You rike Kino friend Resri? You sakahatchi Kino friend?" he wanted me to suck his friend. I could think of nothing I would rather do.
"Umhuh....yes." I answered, my eyes glued to the second cock. I reached past Kino and replaced the jacking hand with mine, again smearing precum all over the shaft and I pulled up and down on this new piece of meat.
"You rike sakahatchi two Japan man, Resri" Oh god.
"Yes. I like sakahatchi two" I aswered breathlessly.
"You rike sakahatchi many Japan man, Resri?" Jeez, did he read my mind.
"Yes" I answered immediately.
"Joto. You sakahatchi all Kino friend" and with that he gently pushed me off the seat into the floor. As I knelt under the table, I was aware of two more pairs of legs sliding into the booth to Kino's right. Counting Kino and the second one I had jacked, there were now eight legs under the table. As I crouched there, they all pulled their trousers down past their knees, to their feet. And as I looked up, I saw four cocks that went with the eight legs. Four men. Ohmagod.
Without prompting I set to the task at hand, taking the rightmost cock in my mouth, letting my tongue lick the underneath side as my lips slid up and down the five or so inches he fed me. He was uncircumsizied, and the uniqueness of making his cock head pop from it's protective sheath really turned me on. His taste was stronger than Kino, not unpleasant, and it came to my mind that I was really developing an appreciation for the subtle differences between cocks. Oh well, live and learn I suppose.
They let me suck this cock for a few minutes before a pair of hands lifted my head up and repositioned it in front of the next one to the left. This one was large, unusually large for a Japanese I would learn in time. I went down on it immediately, trying my best to deep throat it. I found that by slowing down turning my head just at the right angle, I could force myself down on it til it forced my throat to open and then it slid down a few inches and my nose just touched his pubic hair. I couldn't hold this position very long, lack of air for one thing, so I wrapped my fingers around the base and used that trick to hold off taking it all down. As reached the upstroke, with just the head still in my mouth, I jacked the part outside my mouth with my hand. It was a combination hand and blowjob, and it proved to be one of my specialties.
After a few intense minutes off impaling myself on this delicious piece of man meat, hands again lifted my head and pulled me to Kino's cock, which I took in my mouth as if we had never been interupted in the first place. I welcomed his smell and taste again. The other's didn't smell or taste bad, but the hint of jasmine from Kino's crotch really turned me on. I sucked him harder and faster than the others, and when the time came and hands again lifted my head, I was reluctant to let it slide out of my mouth.
I sucked the fourth cock until I was pulled up and repositioned back at the first. I had gone down on them all in less than a half an hour, and as I started the rotation all over, I realized that I had my work cut out for me. It was obvious that I was going to suck them all off, and since they weren't even breathing hard, I knew that would be a lot of sucking. But never once did I ever question what I was doing. Kneeling as I was for such a long period could be uncomfortable, and probably would have been except I didn't let it enter my mind. I didn't let anything distract me in the least from what I was doing. I was completely focused on the cock in my mouth, and as I was moved from one to the other I kept that focus. Each of them were getting the best blowjob I could give. Each recieved individual attention, and after a long time, when the inevitable orgasms finally erupted, one after the other in my mouth, they each gave me the individual reward that my talent deserved.
I was, literally, awash with cum. I started ok, managing to keep up with the flood of cum which filled my mouth, but by the second, I was falling behind, unable to swallow it fast enough to keep ahead of the rapid eruptions. It leaked out of my mouth, and before I had a chance to clean it up, Kino grabbed my head and pulled me roughly to his lap, where he came not a millisecond after my lips clamped down on his rod. Cum was escaping my lips at an alarming rate now, and I could feel it, like warm drool, on my chin. It was stringing down all over my shirt, and whenever I moved my head, the strings swung back and forth, clinging to whatever was there. I had cum all over my hands now, and I could even feel it on the sides of my face.
The fourth climax didn't even make it completely in my mouth, the first arching stream hitting my nose and dripping off into his pubic hair. I opened my mouth and took the head in, and got the second, even more powerful, spurt which filled my mouth immediately. It was strong, stronger than any of the other three, and I almost gagged as I swallowed it. But swallow it I did, and I managed to keep up with the rest of his ejaculate and not lose anymore.
But I was drenched in cum. It was cooagulating now, and the smell was strong. I guess I had always eaten it before it had a chance to strenghten. It smelled like heaven under that table, and I took extra care to go back and lick each of the wet, slimey cocks clean with my tongue, gathering another mouthful of the wonderful cream. I don't know when I ever ate so much of it. Or enjoyed it more.
Kino helped me back to the seat, and I sat between him and another Japanese.
I never did get introduced that night. I guess I had been introduced to their cocks, and that was enough formality for one night. More beer appeared and one of them helped me clean my face with one of the napkins, and when that didn't do the job, Kino ordered a hot towel from the bar. The warmth felt good on my face, and the clean smell it left was welcome. I know my breath smelled strongly of semen, but a cigarette helped. I smoked quite a few as we sat, talking in broken English about everything under the sun. But when the subject of my work came up, the mood changed perceptively. They seemed more interested in me now, and at times all four of them were asking me questions. When I told them I worked at Torii, Kino laughed.
"Resri you are spook?" he questioned.
"Yes" I answered.
"They ret sissy boys be spook?"
"Wellllll...........not if they know. I mean, you know, if they knew I was a sissy boy, well that would be the end of my military career."
"Then you go home" he exclaimed "no probrem, you go home. No miritary."
"Yeah.....well, it's not that simple Kino. They would send me home in disgrace. They would force me out of the military. Not good."
"So......" he began, as if searching for just the right words "Resri no sissy boy when spook?" He was asking if I was 'out' as a sailor. As if he didn't know how these things worked.
"Riiiigghhht" I drew the word out to make sure he understood me. My sarcasm was wasted on him as evidenced by the blank stare that followed. "Uh.......it's like this Kino, the US military establishment does not allow, condone, or put up with sissy boys in their ranks. It's.......well, it's a courtmarshall offense if they find out."
"I will not tell" he spoke the words, the promise, slowly. As much for effect as anything, but it had the desired effect on me. I realized later that this was the first of many things Kino would say and do to win my trust.
"Good" I said, looking him straight in the eyes "just our little secret, huh?"
"Hai"
"Dozo" I could have kissed him. If I thought he was into that sort of thing.
The commotion behind us caused both our heads to turn instinctively in that direction. A group of Japanese was standing in what must have been a circle, in the middle of which the blonde that had been taking all that Japanese cock in his ass was now kneeling, his body swaying slightly as he slowly worked his way around the circle, sucking each cock in turn.
"Bukkake" Kino explained as I strained to see what was happening.
"Ooooh..........that looks like fun......" I couldn't believe I had said it. What the hell, I had just sucked off four Japanese. I wondered what it would be like to suck off that whole circle, like the blonde was obviously doing.
"No!" came Kino's emphatic rebuke. "No Bukkake Resri. You no do Bukkake. You Kino friend."
What was he saying? Was he telling me that I was his.........private?........but I had.....
"Just kidding" I laughed nervously, trying to end the discussion.
"No kid. You no do bukkake. You Kino friend. I make you safe. No bukkake."
"Well, gee Kino, I mean......I appreciate it. But.......well, shit....I mean, I did......you know, I did your friends."
"That no bukkake. He do bukkake" his eyes flashed anger as his head motioned in the direction of the blonde, now completely engulfed by the Japanese crowding around his kneeling form. It looked like feeding time at the zoo as they all tried to get to him, or let him get to them, whichever the case. "He foorish. Something bad happen to foolish sissy boy."
I didn't get it. I had gone down on Kino and three of his friends right before his eyes. What was the difference between that and what the blonde was doing - or having done to him?
Bukkake, to the uninitiated (as I was), is nothing more than an extreme cum bath. The blonde was sucking everyone of the Japanese that crowded around him. Serially. And everyone of them, one by one, ejaculated in his mouth. Or on his face. Or, when the action got so hot and humid that he couldn't keep up with all the cumming, in what looked like a martini glass that they passed around and jerked off in. It was, to say the least, one of the weirdest scenes I had ever seen, as they just seemed to go at him non stop. He started on his knees, but by the time three or four of them had finished, he was lying on his back, naked, on the bar room floor. As he lay there they crowded around his head, on thier knees, offering their cocks to him. He did his best, I must say that, but he could only handle one at a time, and there were so many of them. They took turns straddling his chest as someone held his head off the floor so he could reach the cock in front of him. After he grew so tired that he couldn't even do that, and just lay back, they continued to feed him cock, fucking his gaping mouth til they satisfied themselves.
He vomitted once, then again, as he gagged on what seemed to be a gallon of the warm sticky semen. But he kept at it, or they kept at him to be more precise, until all had relieved themselves. Two arms lifted him into a sitting postion, and someone produced the martini glass in front of his face. It look almost half filled. I couldn't believe my eyes as they put it to his open lips and tilted it back. Even from the distance I was I could see the creamy white liquid beginning to give way to gravity and, slowly at first - and then what seemed like all at once - run into his mouth. What was most unbelievable was the fact that he took it all in his mouth. Or maybe he just let it slide down into his throat, much like eating raw oysters. I mean, he had swallowed a tremendous amount of ejaculate already. How could he take all this?
The answer, as I would learn later, was a combination of his natural depravity and the drugs they fed him. He was completely stoned out of his mind from all the coke the Japanese supplied.
I was on fire at the scene playing out in front of me. I don't know if it was the beer, the excitement of what I was watching, or maybe just my own depravity, but whatever it was it had me on fire. I found myself wanting to be in his place more than anything I could think of. I couldn't take my eyes off him.
"Foorish boy" Kino said again, shaking his head in disgust. With that, I turned away from the scene as I scanned to bar to see what else was happening. He must have taken this as concern because he brought his hand to my shoulder. "You friends go. They find Japanese boyfriend." I hadn't noticed, but at Kino's comment I swept the bar again with my gaze. Sure enough, the booths and tables were empty. Except for Kino and me sitting at our booth, everyone else was in the group using the blonde boy.
"Yeah, well........that's what Larry said they came here for."
"What Resri come here for? Japan man cock?"
"Wellllllll......I mean, I think that's evident, huh?" I replied, moving my right hand along the inside of his thigh. I didn't want the message to be the slightest bit vague.
"Come..." he said, pulling me up from the seat.
"Uh....sure" I stammered, not sure what he meant, but not really caring. "Where?"
"Come" he said simply, pushing me in front of him til we were at a small door in the back of the bar. Thru the door and we were on the dark street. Alley would be more appropriate, and the thought ran thru the haze in my mind that we were in an alley behind the bar. I had to remember every detail. Jake had told me to stay focused and take in everything.
Fuck Jake! I was on my own now. With this wonderful man. Jake was wrong. These were nice people. He didn't like them because he thought they were queer. Fuck Jake! I let Kino lead me thru darkened alley after darkened alley. I didn't question where, or why we were going. Where didn't matter as long as I was with him. And why.........well, I hoped I knew that answer.
to be continued
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