Encounters in a Tokyo bath-house - part 3
So a few things before I start. First I apologize for the delay in writing this final part of the story of my encounters in a Tokyo bathhouse. Sometimes life just gets busy. Second if you enjoy reading this (or even if you don't) please donate some money to Nifty. The donate button is on the homepage. Third, I noticed after it was posted that there were quite a lot of typos in one section of part 2 of the story. I'm sorry about that. I will proof read this part more carefully.
So I had been in the bathhouse for a little under nine hours and had managed nine different sexual encounters. By that time I was feeling pretty tired but still determined to make my target of 12 men in 12 hours. The easiest way to do that was just to stay on the futon where I already was, lie face down and wait for a guy to come along and fuck me. I sprinkled a few condoms next to me in the hope that whoever came along would use one and lay and waited. It didn't take long before I felt a hand on my ass. I glanced around and saw that it was a young skinny guy probably in his early twenties. I wiggled my ass to invite him in but rather than pulling me up on my knees and plunging in with his cock as I expected, he buried his face in my ass and started darting his tongue in and out of my hole. That is something I love and it hadn't happened so far on this bathhouse adventure. So even though I was tired and pretty much fucked-out I found myself getting hard and had to raise my hips to adjust my stiffening cock. The young skinny guy took that as a sign of encouragement, so then he pulled me up onto my knees and pushed in with his cock. I noticed that he hadn't picked up one of the condoms but this was a high risk game anyway.
The young skinny guy had an average size cock and pretty decent stamina because he thrust away energetically for something like 10 minutes before I felt him stiffen and realized that he was cumming. He pulled out and I sank back down onto my stomach. He then lay down next to me and I realized that he wanted to cuddle, which we did for a few minutes before he got up and left.
I stayed lying face down on the futon and waited for the next guy to come along. I could see guys coming past and inspecting me the way you inspect produce in the grocery store and I knew that sooner or later one of them would take a fancy to my ass. After maybe 15 minutes a guy came and stood next to the futon and looked at me, then stepped onto the futon and knelt next to me. He looked 30-ish and quite well built. He was trying to see if I was asleep or awake, so I spread my legs to show him that I was awake and would welcome his cock. He knelt between my legs and I felt him pour what I guess was massage oil on my ass which he then started to massage into my ass, letting his fingers stray into my crack as he massaged. After a few minutes he straddled me and started rubbing his cock up and down my crack. I knew that eventually he would push into my hole and after a few minutes that is what he did. He thrust into me with long steady strokes and I could feel that he was bigger than the previous guy, but no so big as to be uncomfortable. After a few minutes he paused and I guessed he was cumming. He pulled out and lay down next to me which is when I got a good look at his face and I realized he was not typically Japanese. I asked him what his nationality was and he told me that his father was Japanese and his mother was Indian. He then asked if I wanted to fuck him.
Well, although I was tired he was a cute man and he had a nice bubble butt, which I guess was his Indian heritage as most Japanese men are flat-assed. So I said yes and he immediately got up on his knees for me. Although I was not as hard as I would have liked to be, I was hard enough to push in, and I realized what a difference a bubble butt makes – they don't just look good, they are better to fuck too. I thrust into him for about 5 minutes but I knew that I wouldn't be able to cum so when I started to get tired I pulled out and thanked him. He was sweetly concerned that I had not cum and asked if I wanted to keep going, but I told him I was tired and thanked him. He kissed me, and got up and left. Having been fucked twice without a condom I thought I should get up and douche, so I pulled on my yukata (robe) and went down to the wet level and washed myself out.
I had one more fuck to go to meet my target so I went up to the mix room level and decided to walk around to see who I could find. Standing in the corner of one of the darker rooms I found a guy who was naked and hard – unusual because most guys wear towels or yukatas when they are standing around waiting for encounters. I also noticed that he had some beautiful body tattoos which made me realize that he was not Japanese. Japanese men very rarely have tattoos – in Japan they are generally a sign of being a member of a criminal gang. Far more important than the tattoos, beautiful as they were, the guy had the body of a Greek god. I couldn't resist putting my hands on him and to my delight he responded and led me to the nearest empty futon. He whispered in my ear in English that he was a pure top, and I told him that was fine. I would have been willing to agree to anything to spend time with that body. So I quickly lubed up my ass and offered him a condom, which he put on. I put some lube onto my hand and stroked it over his hard cock, and then got on my knees and offered him my hole. He pushed in. His cock was bigger than either of the previous two, but not uncomfortably large, and I relaxed and savored that beautiful body against mine. After maybe ten minutes he sighed and collapsed onto my back and I realized he had cum. He pulled out and I took the opportunity to turn around and kiss him. His mouth was as beautiful as the rest of him.
So I had made my target of 12 men within 12 hours. I was exhausted. I went down to the locker room, got dressed and took my tired but happy ass back to my hotel.