1. Three days in Tokyo Day 1


    Date: 2/16/2017, Categories: Gay Male, Author: oldsailor67, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    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. ***** 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 ...
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