Apologies to all. I am working right now and I have no idea how fast I can write. Please bear with me. I have already submitted Ch. 03 but it seems tied up in review so I have no idea when it will be released. This is good on its own although its real utility will be seen soon. And yes, the names are correct, no typos =)
I slumped into my window seat and stared out of the window as the plane began to fill up. It has been years since I last flew economy; I have always flew business or first ever since I started to collect frequent flyer miles and started my current job which requires me to fly almost every other week. Previous job, I corrected myself silently. I will miss Hong Kong. My first job after I graduated from university in London was at a bank in Hong Kong. So now, it is a holiday to Japan before going back home to Sydney to start again. The last month has been nothing short of an emotional and logistical roller-coaster. The hassle of moving, packing and sending all the non-essential things back home. I did not even think of going to Japan until two days ago. And that is why I am here in this tiny seat in a ludicrously packed metal tube.
I am sorry. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Sebastian, Sebastian Jansen. But everyone calls me Seb. I am bisexual, 24 and 1.85m tall.
I just broke up with my boyfriend. Or rather, he broke up with me. Why? Because he found out that I had a girlfriend in university who came to visit and things got a little wild while we were partying away in Lan Kwai Fong one night. She kissed me and I kissed her back. That was it; we were over many years ago and we both knew it. Someone he knew saw and told him. Then he broke up with me. I wish things were so simple. But they usually are not because that is life and God does not like simplicity. Long story short, he had been cheating on me too, for God knows how many months. It was a bit rich of him to pontificate about the sanctity of a relationship before telling me he wanted to break up. So be it.
Back to the present. The aisle seat was filled by a man in his late twenties or early thirties. He was wearing a suit. God, wearing a suit is bad enough in business class, trust me, and infinitely worse in economy. He looks cute though and he is a Brit – well the passport on his tray says so. I shrugged it off and nodded off as we began to taxi and only woke up right as landed in Tokyo.
I was staying in Tokyo for the night before taking the new Hokuriku Shinkansen to Toyama and then on to Takayama in the Japanese Alps. Winter Wonderland supposedly. I was bored and restless from the sleep I got on the plane and I decided to head to a gay bathhouse. Apparently, there is one in Shinjuku which is fairly near my hotel, within walking distance if I stick to Google Maps.
Its exteriors disappointed me. It looked like just another nondescript building in a semi-residential area. It was 10pm and the streets were not especially well-lit. Fuck this, I thought. I climbed up the staircase and it opened up to well-lit and warm reception area. I paid the entrance fee (which I thought was expensive) and it was surprisingly quiet. I did not see anyone around.
I stripped and placed all my belongings in a locker before going to showers on the second floor. The lighting were noticeably dimmer here. I sat in the Jacuzzi and started observing the Japanese men who were milling around. They were all middle-aged, kept to themselves and hardly talked. Downright disappointing. I was expecting some sex or at least hot bodies. My left hand was my best friend these days ever since I broke up and that is definitely not good enough. I was the only white there until he walked in. I was shocked to say the least. The cute guy from the plane ride.
He had brown hair which flopped down and gave him a carefree look. He is slightly shorter than me. He was lean and toned with a defined bubble butt, something I could not see from his suit. His body looks clean shaven like a boy's from a distance away and his uncut member hung flaccidly. He walked nervously, with his head bowed slightly downwards as though afraid to see someone he knew. Until he looked up and saw me staring at him. His brown eyes stared back into my blue ones with recognition. He froze with a deer caught in headlights look. Fuck me, he really is cute.
"Come here, sit next to me. I won't bite." I called out and my voice rang out in the cavernous room. Several Japanese men turned to look at me with mild disapproval. Heck it.
He walked and waded over shyly and sat next to me. His mere presence was starting to turn me on. Show time, I thought.
"Hi I am Seb. We met on the plane, remember?" I smiled.
"Yeah I remember. And I am Jasper?" He replied softly, which sent a current through me. Damn.
"I said I won't bite. But I'll swallow." I whispered back into his ear as I angled myself slightly, our knees and thighs touching. His breath hitched. So I was having an effect on him, I thought as I leaned back. I thought I saw him checking me out subtly from the corner of my eye.
Time to up the game.
I gently laid my fingers on his smooth thighs as I leaned over, "Shall we check out the mist room?"
His eyes widened a little and I was glad to see them clouded by lust. Not the only one tonight it seems.
We went into the mist room which had several alcoves. I pulled him into one of the quiet ones and I pressed him against the wall. He was taken aback as I leaned into his face. My hands began traveling down his torso, feeling his firm and lean muscles.
"Do you want this, Jasper?"
"Yyeah" He breathed as I stood between his parted legs and our rock-hard cocks touched. I could feel his excitement concealed beneath the veneer of shyness.
I flipped up his blond fringe and grabbed the back of his head as I pulled him towards me while still trapping him. I kissed those lips which I have been dying to bite ever since he walked in, gently seeking approval with my tongue. He opened his mouth a little and I invaded his mouth, tonguing him.
His hands began stroking my abs and butt as we kissed, seemingly pushing and pulling me towards him at the same time. It was paradoxical and hot as hell. This is why I work out in the gym so often – so someone can touch them and turn me on, like we both are now.
I knelt down in front of him and began to lick and suck at the head of his cock. Between six and seven inches. Bigger doesn't mean better. I licked on the underside of his cock and the head, eliciting a moan from him. My hands ran along the inside of his thighs as I pushed myself, taking more of him inside, licking and gently swallowing as I went along. I took his entire length in my mouth as I felt him at the back of my throat. Training has "improved" my gag reflex. I began fondling his balls and his hole as I deepthroated him.
