Three days in Tokyo Day 1

By The Old Sailor

This is as good a place as any to remind you that there is something very erotic about having a cock between your lips, and feeling the shaft glide over then and the head brushing over the roof of your mouth as it slips deeper into your mouth. The heat of the shaft, the taste of the pre-seminal fluids, the knowledge that you are giving pleasure just as you is receiving it. And there is the frequent tap of the balls on your forehead as you alternately raise your head to take him deep into your mouth, or he pushes his cock in and out. There is a vague eroticism about giving a man a blow job and knowing you are about to make him cum, and having the almost over powering desire to forget your own impending culmination, and concentrate on his cock and his cum and his climax. Those moments leading up to the first surge of semen from his cock may well be the closest thing to carnal love we ever experience.

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I wrote about my suck buddy Ken in an earlier story. Ken was older than I was, maybe mid-twenties to my nineteen years. He had done a four-year tour in the Navy, got out, but I suspect he re-enlisted because there were more available dicks and asses in the Navy than in his native St. Petersburg, Florida. He was a good looking guy, very fit and masculine, and a good shipmate, but even in those days, he was openly gay. It was that he swished and cooed, but when sailors would use profanity — as they did — or say something like “Fuck me!’ or “Suck my dick!” when they were annoyed or frustrated at something they had done improperly, Ken would say “okay,” and smile. Most were unaware of his obvious invitations, but I think I knew, even though it took me months to accept and enjoy.

Intrepid was tied securely to the piers at Sasebo, Japan having some work done by the industrious Japanese work force, and some of us from our division were granted a seventy-two hour liberty to take a Chaplain’s tour to Tokyo. Hotel accommodations were meager, so Ken and I shared sleeping space — two very small beds, and not much else — which turned out to be a very good thing.

After a day of walking tours and not much else, the solitude of the room, two or three bottles of Asahi beer, and some playful bantering between Ken and me, I went off to sleep.

Sometime later, I awoke to the feel of something warm and moist on my cock. It took me a second or two to figure out that I wasn’t dreaming and the wonderfully erotic heat on my erect cock was Ken’s mouth. I don’t think I ever considered pushing him away or complaining. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed.

Ken was not blowing me in the normal way we all think of a blow job, but holding my cock in his mouth, sucking gently, and lathing the head with his tongue. I have to say that it felt incredible, and whether he knew it or not, he was bringing me close to ejaculation. Of course, I didn’t tell him because all I wanted at that moment was to cum.

I could feel myself at the very edge, and tensed for the moment when I would let go and release a flood of cum into his mouth, and …

And Ken removed his mouth from my cock, pulled my skivvies down and off my legs, took my cock in his hand and squeezed it gently. He didn’t jerk me off or stroke me, or anything except hold it.

Then he leaned down and sucked my balls, one at a time, then both, and kissed the skin between them and my ass, licked at me, then licked my ass.

He was driving me into a sexual frenzy, and he knew it. His tongue teased and aroused me from the tip of my cock to my ass, and then back, and when he had me where he wanted me, he raised himself, turned around, and crawled over me so that when I opened my eyes, his erect penis was dangling just over my mouth.

I opened my mouth and raised my head and his cock was in my mouth and I could feel the warmth and the rigidity, and taste the sweet-salty fluid that trickled out of the tip. My mouth felt slick and slippery, and I did what seemed natural. I fucked his cock with my mouth, sucking and licking the way he had done and was doing to me.

You always expect to hear groans and grunts, and moans of pleasure, or at least an occasional squeal of delight, but the room was quite and still, and except for the sounds of the bed as we sucked each other in our 69, all I could hear was the sucking sounds my mouth was making.

Quiet or not, I was getting close again, and so was Ken. I could feel his cock quiver and harden, and I felt the head grow even larger.

And there I was, flat on my back, a very erect and palpitating penis in my mouth, my tongue slick with his fluids and my lips clamped tightly around him. I was almost there and he knew it. He moaned softly, pushed his cock into my mouth, and I felt the first spurt of his cum shoot into my mouth. I felt the throb of his heart in the head and the then a second pulse as another stream of cum spurted into my mouth. Then another surge of his hot, sweet semen, and another, and with each eruption, his cock would slip further into my mouth, and I could feel the tickle of his pubic hair on my chin and the soft brush of his balls against my forehead.

It was not the first time I had a cock spew cum into my mouth, and yet it was so different. I sucked and licked and swallowed his fluids and wanted more of him. I had my hands on his ass, pulling my face up into his crotch, taking his cock as far into my mouth as I could, sucking and fucking his dick. I wanted his to cum. I wanted his to share his juices with me. I wanted to taste him and suck him and make him feel the pleasure I was feeling.

And then with a surge so powerful, it startled me, I blew my first load of jism into his mouth and down his throat. I clamped my arms around his hips and ground my fingers into the flesh of his butt, and sucked at his still quivering cock even harder, draining the nectar from that shaft as I shot stream after stream of my own cum into his mouth. I could sense that he was swallowing every drop, and that excited me even more.

It went on and one until his cock began to shrivel in my mouth, and I could myself grow soft. With one last suck, he took his mouth from my cock, and his cock slipped out of my own mouth with a pop as he rolled off of me and turned and came up so that he could lay his head on the pillow beside me.

I expected him to kiss me, or at least tell me how good it was, but there was none of that. He turned over and went off to sleep, and since I was in a state of total euphoric sexual bliss, I did the same.