Short and Very Handsome Japanese Guy Called Shu

It was in late August and I had just turned 29, not completely understanding my sexual orientation, having grown up in a small town and not knowing any other gay men.

One evening I was visiting a friend named John Allen, when a friend of his, whom I had never met, arrived at the house. John's friend was a somewhat short and very handsome young Japanese man. His name was Shuhaku Yoshi. John called him Shu. He was very neatly dressed in casual shoes, cotton slacks, and a well-pressed plaid shirt. When John introduced us, he bestowed upon me the most beautiful smile and displayed a sparkle in his eyes. The evening turned out to be an agreeable one. We had a few drinks and chatted about kings and ceiling wax and other things of minor significance. I ascertained that Shu would be a senior at Washington State University and he would be returning to Japan at the end of the academic year to be married. Our conversation ended at a respectable hour and Shu and I, after saying good night to John, returned to our respective homes.

I thought a lot about Shu that night and for the next several. He was such a beautiful person and I couldn't get his image of his face and the sound of his voice out of my mind. It was haunting me in my sleep and distracting me when awake. Several days passed when Shu called and asked if I'd care to join him at a recital being held at Music Hall later that evening. I said I'd love to join him. It was a wonderful feeling knowing that I'd be seeing him again and it would be just the two of us. The recital was mediocre, or maybe my mind was elsewhere, but Shu was a joy to be with. We went to his apartment for coffee and conversation afterwards. He had the ability to make me feel completely at ease with him as we chatted about his home in Japan, his family, and his fiancee. We discussed the fact that his parents were traditional and had selected his bride to be when he was seven years old. He had only seen her twice in his life and that from a distance. I found the idea a bit foreign and depressing but he seemed to take it in stride. Around midnight I said my good nights, thanked him for the invitation and returned home.

It was the beginning of a good friendship. In the month to follow we were with each other two or three evenings a week. We would go to movies, concerts on campus, or I would help him with his homework in computer science. It was so nice just being around him that any worries or problems I'd had just seemed to dissipate.

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One evening he had asked me to his apartment to have dinner with him and just relax afterwards and watch television. We were watching some movie and not talking much when he said, "Let's have sex." I was shocked, dumbfounded and speechless for a moment. So many things were flying through my mind. I'd lived most of my life with acquaintances talking about faggots in gay bars and dirty filthy queers, unpleasant images. I finally pulled myself back together enough to say, "Pardon me"? Shu calmly and casually responded with "Oh, I was just joking."

While attempting to get my emotions under control and appearing to watch the movie, I decided that I had to say something. I finally blurted out with "No, I don't think you were joking at all." We looked at each other for a very long minute and I said, "Yes, I'd like that." He smiled his beautiful smile and simply said "Good." I was shaking.

Shu rose and walked across the room and stood in front of me for a moment. Then he reached out and took my hand, his smile comforting. I stood as he encircled me with his arms and we held each other for a while. His words, spoken softly in my ear, had a calming effect and I began to quit shaking. He started to unbutton my shirt very slowly and I soon felt his hand gliding smoothly over my chest and around to my back. I just stood there in amazement and not quite knowing what was expected of me when Shu asked that I start undressing him also. It was marvelously exciting. I could feel him undoing my belt as I unbuttoned his shirt, and then he kissed me. It was such a gentle kiss. We looked into each other's eyes, smiled and he kissed me again. This time his tongue darted into my mouth. I reached for his belt as I felt his hand slide down beneath my underpants. I was getting hard as his hand wrapped around my penis and his tongue slid deeper in my mouth. God he tasted and smelled good.

I soon had his belt undone and slid his pants to the floor. I kneeled down and slowly slid his underpants down as I watched his penis jump loose; he was uncut and starting to get hard. His foreskin slowly unfolded around the head of his penis not unlike the blossoming of a rose. I reached out and took it into my hand feeling it throb and grow larger, my heart beating faster and faster. He reached down and slowly pulled me up and we kisses again, long and hard, tasting each other's tongues and saliva. We were soon naked and holding each other close, our hard members crushed between us, our arms around each other when he whispered to me, "Let's take a shower."

I've taken showers with men before, in school as well as the military, but none were so enjoyable as this one. We slowly washed each other with lots of soap and shampoo, our hard penises sticking out as if to salute each other. We hugged and kisses, all covered with lather, and let our bodies slide together in the smooth softness. After rinsing off the soap, we toweled each other dry and he led me into his bedroom and pulled back the sheets and blanket of his bed.

At first we just lay next to each other and gently kissed and felt each other's bodies. Soon he started to lick and kiss along the side of my neck, what a wonderful feeling. His tongue then started moving down my neck and chest. It stopped, for a moment, to tickle my nipple. I shuddered slightly at this new feeling. His tongue continued down, down across my abdomen and then I felt it touch the tip of my hard penis. I could feel his tongue play with the slit at the end and I could feel my penis growing and hardening even more.

Then his lips slid down over my hard head, I moaned slightly at the sensuality of the experience. He then took all of me into his mouth and started slowly sliding his lips up and down over my complete shaft. My back arched in absolute pleasure, I was totally under the control of his mouth and then his hands reached up and gently pinched both my nipples. The ecstasy was more than I could stand, I remember moaning and I started to ejaculate into his mouth. He rubbed my balls while I came, and came, and came some more. Oh God, what a wonderful feeling. He then slid his lips off me and let my penis relax on my abdomen.

He slid his body up over mine and we kissed while his groin started a slow grind against my genitals. My arms were wrapped around him and my hands feeling from the back of his neck down to his tight and hot buttocks. He started to hump and grind harder and harder; I could feel his enlarged penis rubbing back and forth against me. In a surprise move he quickly slid up putting each knee on either side of my head and plunged his penis deep into my mouth. He fucked me that way for a few seconds, a low moan issuing from deep within him, and then he started to come, hot and fast. I was close to choking from the unexpected load of his semen.

We lay on our sides, next to each other, and holding each other until we were both sound asleep. It was by far the most amazing, wonderful and sensual experience I'd ever had in my life. The next morning I felt better than I had in a long time. It was like the cares of the world had fallen off my shoulders and I was at last free. Waking up next to Shu, thinking about the night before, and looking to the future with this warm and loving person started my understanding of being gay.

After many more nights together Shu moved in with me until the end of his Senior Year. That following June our relationship ended. I drove him to the airport and after we hugged and kissed for the last time he boarded the plane. I walked back to the car and sat there watching it fly off into the distance. I cried in the car for a while until the sun started to rest on the hills around the airport. Then I drove home.

I have not heard from Shu and don't know if he married his betrothed or not. I do know that over the years he has maintained a special place in my heart and I'll not likely forget him. My first, my beloved.

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