I was 19 and living in my first apartment in Tokyo. I was a slender, fully-shaven femboy with milk-white skin and blonde hair, and I’d known I’d find an agent who’d be more than happy to help. I was English, but by some strange genetic twist I looked partly Asian. The apartment was on the top floor of a three-floor building in an area with almost no other foreigners. It wasn’t large, but it was fine for a student like me.
I’d dressed sexy on walks around my new neighborhood, and in very little time I’d been approached by a number of men, married and otherwise: I was fucking the vegetable guy, the café owner, the boss of a small printing business, and my hairdresser…and I was looking for more.
It was a mid-Friday afternoon at the end of the summer break, very hot, and I was at loose end so I decided to go a place the café owner had told me about the last time I sucked his cock. He ran it as well, and he’d told me to drop by some time as he opened at 4pm. I liked showing myself off, so I pulled on a purple lace G-string, some tight denim shorts and a tight-fitting black sleeveless top, put on some light makeup, lip gloss and perfume, grabbed my black PVC shoulder bag, stepped into my black Western boots, and headed out.
The place was quite busy, but Taka the owner saw me walk in.
“Hi Rick! Come sit up here at the counter! Over here!”
He pointed to a seat, and I sat down next to a man who looked to be in his mid-40s.
“Masa. This is Rick, one of my regulars.”
“Hello Rick, this is my wife Sachiko.”
We exchanged greetings, and I sensed that Sachiko wasn’t overly impressed. I wasn’t interested in her anyway: Masa had my full attention. He was slim, tanned, with a small goatee, and my gaydar was giving positive readings.
“What do you do, Rick?”, he asked me, and I told him I studied Japanese literature.
“You’re kidding! I teach Japanese literature! Did you hear that, Sachiko?”
“That’s nice, isn’t it.”
We started talking about Japanese writers, and Sachiko stood up and said she was going home as she was tired.
“OK honey, I won’t be long. Any ideas for your thesis, Rick?”
“Literature on love between young men and older men…”
Masa smiled, and I touched his leg with mine. He didn’t move away.
“My apartment’s near here. Wanna fuck me?”
“Yes.”
I left first and waited for him down the street a little. The we went back to my apartment. I went in first, and while he was taking off his shoes I stripped naked. He gasped when he saw me and my hard young cock.
“You’re gorgeous.”
I smiled and walked over to him, put my arms around his neck and thrust my tongue into his mouth. He responded straight away, and as we were tonguing I reached to loosen his trousers and pull out his cock. He was wet already, so I started stroking him gently…
“No, no, I’ll come. I need to fuck you now! I can’t stay long!”
I pulled away to find my lotion, lubed my arse, bent over, and spread my cheeks for him.
He ploughed in. He was rock-hard and pretty thick, and I could feel him pressing against the sides of my tunnel. He started thrusting.
“That’s great Masa. Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
“Aah. I’m going to shoot, I’m going to…ahhhh.”
And he shot in no time. A huge load. I guessed he hadn’t been inside Sachiko for quite a while.
“That was soo good, Masa.”
“You’re amazing Rick…amazing.”
“Wanna do it again?”
“Yes, but not now. I have to get home.”
“How about a kiss?”
He grabbed me by the hips, pulled me to him, and thrust his tongue into my mouth. We kissed for a long time, then he pulled out.
“I really have to go. When can I see you again?”
“Any time, just give me your phone!”
After he left I still felt cock-hungry, and I decided to go out again. I freshened up my makeup, put my gear back on, picked up my bag and headed off, but it was just before 6pm and I wasn’t sure where to go. I walked around for a few minutes and found myself in a quiet side street not too far from my normal area. There was one place open already, and as I headed for it I heard a voice behind me.
“You can’t go in there, my dear. They won’t like it.”
When I turned around I saw an elegant gentlemen in a dark grey kimono and Japanese sandals. He must have been in his mid-50s, and he carried himself very straight.
“I assume you are looking for men?”
I smiled. “Yes.”
“And with that lovely young body of yours I’m sure you have no trouble finding them!”
I smile again.
“I think I know somewhere you might enjoy. It’s very close. Would you like that?”
My interest was piqued.
“Yes.”
“Lovely, let’s go then. What’s your name, my dear?”
“Rick.”
“My name is Kenji.”
“What kind of place is it?”
“A place where young things like you are always welcome.”
After a few minutes we arrived at a nondescript building near the end of a dead-end street. It didn’t look like a bar, there was no sign, and there were no windows. The houses nearby appeared to be empty, and no-one was around.
“We’re here. They don’t open until 11, but they’ll let me in”, said Kenji, and pressed a buzzer that I hadn’t noticed.
The door unlocked, and in we went. The lighting was dim, but once my eyes adjusted I saw a small room with an L-shaped counter and seats for 5-6 people on the right side and an L-shaped sofa and small table in the corner on the left. At the back was a corridor with two doors. I guessed one led to the bathroom. A Japanese man dressed like Kenji but older was seated at the bar.
“Welcome!”, said the bartender. He was about 25, short, built like a sumo wrestler, and he didn’t seem to be wearing anything, but I saw later that he was in a fundoshi loincloth.
“Ah, it’s you, Kenji! And who is this lovely thing with you?”
“This is Rick.” And he smiled.
The man who’d spoken motioned me to sit next to him.
“I’m Yasunori, Rick. Would you like a drink?”
“Yes, whiskey and soda, please.”
“Kenta! Our whiskey special!” Yasunori lifted a finger to the bartender, and I soon had my drink.
“Cheers. How old are you?”
“I’m 19.”
“And so beautiful. Do you know how old I am? I’m 72.”
“No! You look much younger!”
When I was your age I could down a whiskey and soda in a single gulp.”
I picked up my glass and drained it. “Like that?”
He laughed. “Can you do that again?”
Kenta brought me another, and I did.
“How about three?”
And I did.
We chatted for 10-15 minutes and I gradually started to feel light-headed. This was fun.
“Rick, you’re so lovely I don’t think I can keep my hands off you!”
He puts one hand on the inside of my thigh. I feel my cock starting to strain against my tight shorts, and Yasunori notices as well.
“I think those little shorts need to come off…and while you’re at it, why not just take off all your clothes for me…and the boots too…and all your jewelry. I want to see hat sexy young body in all its glory.”
I loved showing my body off, so I do as he says and stand before him with my hard little cock on display.
“Lovely Rick, lovely”, and he runs his hand over my shaft.
“You know, there’s something Asian about you as well, isn’t there. You could be half-Japanese. And you’re in a Japanese bar, so why don’t we get you into some Japanese clothes. Go out the back with Kenta and he’ll put you in a fundoshi and give you some geta clogs. And let’s go all out while we’re at it and give you a Japanese name as well. How about Kentaro?”
I smile and nod. This was even more fun. I’d never had 72-year-old cock before. I thought I might get one, and I was curious.
“You can leave your clothes and bag here. Oh, can wipe your makeup off as well? Here’s a couple of cloths.”
I look surprised.
“Humor me! Please! I’m just an old man who wants to see what you look like as an ordinary Japanese boy.”
We go out the back and I stand naked wiping off my makeup while Kenta looks for the items. He spends quite a time rummaging but can’t find them, so he goes out to ask. He’s gone quite a while, and when he comes back he apologizes.
“Sorry Kentaro. I was looking in the wrong cupboard. They’re over there. Yasunori just wanted to talk to me for a minute as well.”
He digs out the items and puts me in a plain yellow fundoshi. He fiddles with my cock while he’s manipulating the cloth, and I start getting hard.
“Ever had a big boy before?”
I smile and shake my head.
“Shame.”
He grins, finishes tying it off, and I walk out. When I got back to the bar Kenji was gone.
“See! You look wonderful without makeup too! Kenji just slipped out for a while. He’ll be back later. You probably want another drink, don’t you. Kenta, another special!”
I didn’t know what was in these “specials”, but I liked what it did to me. I noticed that my gear and bag had disappeared – someone had probably put them away for me. I chatted with Yasunori and Kenji for a while but started to get sleepy, so I asked if I could rest somewhere.
“No problem my lovely young thing. Use the sofa over there.”
I wake up hung over and pretty groggy. I’ve no idea how long I’ve been out, and my blurred vision can only vaguely make out figures talking and laughing at the bar. I try to stand up but I sit straight back down.
“How do you feel?”
“Wh...what…?”
As my head clears, I see I’m on the sofa next to a middle-aged businessman in a suit.
“Who..?”
“I’m Hiroshi. Yasunori asked me to sit with you.”
“How long..?”
“About an hour. I was the first customer tonight, and you were asleep here when I arrived. I’m a regular, so I didn’t mind. He said you just flopped down and he didn’t have the heart to wake you, even though it’s your first night. You’re lucky. The customers here are mostly regulars, so it’s pretty relaxed. Other places are much tougher. If you’re feeling a bit better, can you slip your geta on and get us a drink from the bar?”, and he slides his hand down the inside of my thigh. “And don’t forget your glasses!”
I have no idea what’s happening.
I didn’t wear glasses, but I put on the round-rimmed spectacles anyway and I can see fine. I manage to navigate the short distance to the counter. I’m starting to function a little better, and I notice another young boy in fundoshi and geta going through the door and into the back room with a customer.
“Ah, Kentaro! Good to see you feeling better!” Gentlemen, this is our newest arrival, Kentaro! Isn’t he lovely?”
I’m not sure what he means, but I smile back.
“Ah, the man at the sofa would like some…drinks?”
“Kenta will bring them over. You can go back to him now.”
I feel like I’m on auto-pilot or cruise control as I walk back and sit down next to the man, who puts his hand back on my thigh.
“Do you remember my name?”
”Ahh..”
“Hi-ro-shi.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t worry.”
He moves his hand up my thigh and starts stroking my cock through my fundoshi. I may not be fully with it yet, but my body responds to any man who’s around, and he smiles.
Kenta interrupts us for a moment. “Drinks for this table! The one on the left is yours, Kentaro.”
Hiroshi takes his drink and I take mine.
“Cheers!” He drinks it to the bottom, and I follow suit. He orders more, and by the time we finish those I’ve forgotten the strange turn of events and have my arm around his neck and my hand in his groin.
I’m about to kiss him when Kenta shouts “Welcome!” as he buzzes the door open.
Everyone turns to see the newcomers.
Kenji walks in and is followed by a half-foreign, half-Japanese boy. He’s slender, feminine, and pale-skinned, with tousled blonde hair, and looks about my height and age. He’s wearing my clothes, my boots, my makeup, and my jewelry, and he’s carrying my shoulder bag. He looks just like me. He IS me.
Kenji smiles at everyone.
“This is Rick. He was wandering around looking for somewhere to go so I invited him here. He’s from England.”
“Are you sure? He looks sort of Asian to me!”, piped up a regular.
The boy laughs, takes his bag from his shoulder, and pulls something out. “Well, here’s my passport, so I must be! Richard Clayton! And…I have my residence card, cash cards, student ID if you really want to check…and my phone, and my apartment keys, and my makeup…oh, and some condoms!”
Everyone laughs, and amid the haze in my mind I know that this isn’t good.
“No, I’m Rick!”, I blurt out. Silence, and then everyone bursts out laughing.
“The new boy’s had too much to drink”…”I bet he wishes he was!”…”Not even close”…And they go back to what they were doing.
Hiroshi puts his arm on mine.
“I think you’ve had too many whiskey and sodas, Kentaro.”
“But I AM Rick, I AM!”
Hiroshi takes out his phone, snaps a picture of me, and shows me: cute bareface, and straight brown hair.
“But I’m blond!!”
“No, you’re not. And you can’t be Rick because Rick just came in and you were already here. You can’t be two people at once, can you? Now don’t make a scene or you’ll lose your new job.”
“What job?”
“Why don’t I take you to the back room for a while and you can rest. Come back when you’re calmer.”
Hiroshi leads me to the back room. It’s empty now, and he sits me on a chair, goes out, and closes the door behind him. I sit down, put my head in my hands, and try to figure out what’s going on.
A few minutes later the door opens. It’s the boy.
He sashays in, stops right in front of me, and puts his left hand on his hip.
“I’m in your course at university. Did you know that?”
I was blank.
“Of course you didn’t. I was the plain-looking, quiet half-Japanese fem guy who wore glasses, boring clothes and white underwear with brown shoes. The nerd. I noticed you on the first day of semester. You were so cool and sexy, everyone was looking at you. I looked too, but you didn’t see me even when I smiled at you. You didn’t know I even existed. No one knew I existed. Then I started to look closer, and I began to think about how alike we’d be if we were naked. No one else noticed that we have same body shape, complexion, and half-Asian face, that we could almost be twins. You know why? Because they were all looking at you and how sexy you dress and no one was looking at me in my plain old clothes. And then I thought that everyone would look at me if I dressed like you and no one would look at you if you dressed like me. That’s when I decided to be you. Mummy and Kenji and Yasunori and Kenta have always done everything they can for me, so I talked to them and we came up with a plan. Mummy dyed my hair blond, and then I watched you. I followed you nearly every day for a month. I listened to you talk, watched how you walk. I got to know everything about your life. Then came the waiting. You often went out on Fridays, so I waited by your apartment. The first three Fridays you went the wrong way, but tonight you went the right way. I followed you to that bar place and when you took that man back to your apartment, and I was listening outside the window while he was were fucking you wishing I was in your place. You know who fucks me? Nerds, fat guys, dirty old men in cinemas and park toilets.”
“I followed you on your walk afterwards, and that’s when I called Kenji to go after you. The whole bar visit was a trap. Kenji brought me your clothes and bag, and when they’d put you to sleep with the drinks Kenta and his boyfriend carried you to Mummy’s place. No one here looks twice at a drunken bar boy being helped home. Mummy tousled my hair and then dyed and cut yours, and when that was done they brought you back. We had to have people see Kentaro the new employee before I came in, so we put you asleep on the sofa before we opened. Hiroshi saw you when he came, and the other customers saw you as well. Now everyone knows you work here. Then came the best part, putting on your clothes! You have no idea how it felt pulling on a G-string for the first time and wiggling into those tiny denim shorts! I was so hard I could barely zip them up. Mummy did my makeup, and when I saw myself in the mirror I couldn’t believe it. I was Rick! Then I pulled on your boots and picked up your bag to come here and I knew that when I walked into the bar your life would be mine. And you can’t do anything about it.”
“What if my parents come visiting?”
“You parents aren’t alive any more. I overheard you telling someone. All you have is an uncle David.”
“Or go to the police?”
“You won’t get past the first step. Who’ll they believe, a fuck-boy working in a tiny suburban gay bar or an English student on a government scholarship with the ID to prove it?
“I could go to the embassy and report a lost passport.”
“Using what ID? I have it all. Anyway, if you try anything, you may even get hurt. Who knows?””
“But…”
“Shut up and let’s settle this.”
Rick unfastens his shorts and steps out of them. He’s wearing my purple lace G-string.
Then he takes off his top.
“Let’s go look in that mirror.”
He goes first. His buttocks look great in the G-string.
“Close your eyes.”
I do, and he takes my hand and moves me a little.
“Open them.”
I see a feminine-looking boy with brown hair and a simple haircut in round-rimmed glasses and a fundoshi next to a hot femboy with tousled blond hair and wearing makeup, a G-string, jewelry, and black boots.
“Which one is Rick?”
“You are.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m Kentaro.”
“You’re going to give me everything I need to know about the men you fuck regularly. I’m going to live in your apartment, and I’m going to use all your stuff: your phone, your PC, whatever. I’m going to go to class as you and I’m going to take all your hot friends. Now, get on your knees and suck my cock.”
I don’t see that I have much choice, so I kneel down and he drops the G-string. He has a lovely arched cock, and all his pubic area is hairless and smooth. He’s also used my perfume on it. He sees me looking.
“I’ve had lots of time to get ready for this. Come on nerd, let’s see what you can do.”
I grasp his shaft, take it in my mouth, and squeeze it with my lips. Then I pull back, release, and go in again. I repeat this a few times and he gets harder and harder.
“Make me come.”
I tighten my lips around him, play with his balls, and suck back and forth. He shoots quickly, and a pretty big load.
“Swallow it.” And I do.
“My father was English and I grew up bilingual, but he’s gone. Mummy and I moved here was I was 16. We live 15 minutes’ walk away. Kentaro has never been to the bar before tonight, and only Kenji and Yasunori and Kenta know whose son he is. As far as everyone else is concerned, he’s just a new employee. If you meet Mummy anywhere around here, or in the bar, you’ll call her Mrs. Hara. You’ll live with her and wear my old clothes, and you’ll only come around here when you work. The rest of the time you can go hunting for older men and fat boys anywhere you like. The bar closes in two hours. Meet me out the back then. Kenta says there’s a door over there. I’ve put some clothes for you in that other cupboard. They should just fit.”
He gets dressed and goes.
I feel like I’ve been hit by a train. I try to think through what Rick’s told me. There must be a hole in the plan, but I can’t see it. The only things I have at the moment are the fundoshi and geta I’m wearing. I can’t get into my apartment, I have no ID, and I have no money.
“Kentaro, Hiroshi wants you…hurry up!” It’s Kenji at the door.
I straighten my fundoshi, slip into my geta, and go back to the bar. I see Rick at the counter talking to a customer, but he ignores me.
“Kentaro! Over here!”
Hiroshi is still on the sofa, but he’s been joined by another man.
“This is Shinji, a friend of mine. How about we all go into the back room?”
The rest of the evening is a bit of a blur. I remember them double-teaming me, then sucking a couple of cocks, then getting fucked by the other fuck-boy while a few customers watched. And then it was closing time.
“Thanks Kentaro. You did well tonight. Be here at 10pm tomorrow night.”
I was about to argue, but I realized there was no point.
“Thanks. I’ll be here.”
I went out the back and pulled out the bag with the clothes: white singlet, white short-sleeved shirt, very short blue school pants with braces, knee-high white socks, an old pair of sneakers, and…a pair of waist-high white cotton underpants. I put everything on.
Rick was waiting. “Oh shit! You look just like a schoolboy! It’s perfect!”
“Where are we going?”
Rick is fiddling with his phone. “You’ll see.”
In a few minutes we arrive at a small playground with a toilet block on the left and a bench in front of it. It’s empty at this hour.
“Read this”, he says, and hands me his phone. He’s on a cruising site for fat guys who like slim guys, and his post reads: Ken, slim nerdy half-English guy. Likes to suck big Japanese guys. Last cubicle on the right, toilets at XX park in 5 minutes. I’m in my underwear.
“Take the shirt and pants off and get in there.”
“But…”
“I said…”
I strip off to my singlet and underpants and go into the toilets. I’ve been waiting about 10 minutes when a huge guy in a singlet and shorts comes to the open door. I can see folds of fat through his T-shirt, and his legs are enormous.
“You Ken?”
“Yes.”
He just manages to fit into the cubicle, somehow lowers his shorts, and pulls his cock out from a mass of flesh.
“Er, I don’t know if I’ll come…”
I smile, kneel down, overcome the smell of sweat and manage to contort my head so I can take him in my mouth without being smothered by a mass of flesh. It doesn’t take long to get him hard, and I’m good enough at this to make him come, although it takes longer than I’d expected. He shoots into my mouth, and I don’t want to swallow it, but he asks me to, so down it goes. He says thanks, manages to pull up his shorts, and lumbers off. I wash my mouth out in the basin and go back outside. Rick’s waiting at the entrance to the park.
“Welcome to my old world. I’ll walk you home and then I’m off to enjoy my new one.”
