uess I couldn’t blame them, my friends in America
always said I looked like “Legolas” from the Lord of the Rings movies. I guess
I’d have to agree, my figure was pretty lithe with a nice muscular contour, and
I did have long blonde hair.

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One of the many advantages of living in Japan
is the great hygiene. They have bathhouses everywhere. The Japanese, although a
bit more timid than Westerners, have no problem disrobing for a communal bath.
Being only 20, I was a bit timid at nearly everything, but the moment when I
walked inside the bathing room, with the hot steam immersing my bare body, I
knew the initial embarrassment was worth it. It was around noon, and the place was filled with younger men. I
remembered some of the clients walking in, dressed in expensive business suits
and sleek sunglasses – young urban professionals. They took care of themselves
with, and without, clothes: their bodies were completely shaved to a perfect
smoothness, from what I could see, and their bodies were well-toned. All of the
men were already showered, and were relaxing in the baths.

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I walked to the line of showers in the secluded showering
room, and turned on the water. It was pretty cold, but luckily, it also gave
out heated water. I stood there, with my eyes closed, relaxing at the initial
delight of a dry body being immersed in refreshing water.

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“Could you pass soap, please?”

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I looked to my right, and there was the most spectacular
looking boy I’d ever seen. I guess high school got out early, because he looked
about sixteen years of age. He had a perfect muscular tone, yet not too
well-built, with amazingly supple ivory skin; it was like he was a perfect marble
statue of a Greek god. He was strikingly attractive.

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“Yes, here it is.”

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I passed him the soap, for which he nodded in thanks. He
held the soap in his hand, but he didn’t do anything with it. He just stood
there, still looking at me, as if expecting something more. His lips, a dark
red, and engorged by the steamy-hot room, smiled slightly.

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“Wash, please?”

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Was it customary in Japan
for people to wash each other? Either way, I was definitely up for it. I stood
right behind him, and took the soap. A bit apprehensive about his intentions, I
decided to take it easy. I began to rub his arms. As they lathered with soap,
his soft skin became shiny and slick, allowing my hands to glide effortlessly
along his hot body. I began to feel blood rush to my cock as I felt with my
hands his developing muscles. He lightly moaned, and he backed up against me.
His backside was pressed firmly against the front of my body. The first
sensation that came up was the sensation of his soft and firm butt pressed
against my loins, my cock resting in-between its cheeks. It felt intimate, and
I knew now that he wanted to fuck. I instantly fantasized about filling his
sweet young body full of my hot cum. My hands began to run down his chest,
admiring his pubescent pecks and abdomen, where my fingers contoured his
six-pack. His arms reached behind me, and his hands gripped desperately at my
butt cheeks, firmly grasping each in his two hands. My cock, now rock-hard, was
bent upwards, nestled and bound by the fold of his ass. Using the soap, I
lathered his cock, and began to stroke all six inches of it firmly. Not only
was it being... cleaned, my hands were gliding up and down it with the soap as
my aid.

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“You wash very good...” he managed to say between his hoarse
breaths and moans

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I began to kiss his ear, sucking gently on the lobe, then
moving down to suck and kiss heavily on the side of his neck, my long and
unusual blonde hair falling on his shoulder and pecks as I continued to stroke
his hard cock. His head surrendered on my left shoulder, and I felt his legs
begin to buckle from the overwhelming pleasure. My left arm wrapped around his
waist and my legs intertwined with his own, as my right hand began to stroke
more vigorously than ever. His cock began to twitch and throb, as streams of
cum, more than I ever had seen before, began to spray forcefully on the shower
wall in front of him, in wave after countless wave, that by its end, covered
the wall with sticky and ivory-white cum.

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“You made a very big mess.” I whispered sensually in his
ear, giving him shivers.

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I realized that my hand was covered in cum, and that his
shaft and balls were covered in it as well.

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“Turn around”

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He leant against the shower wall, even though it was covered
in his essence, as I knelt down and began to lick greedily at his scrotum, each
testicle like a lollipop, with his cum mixed with a delectable taste of
saltiness and sweetness combined. More strongly, it tasted like pure sex. I
moved up, licking the underside of his cock from its base to its tip. At the
tip, my lips covered the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around it. It felt
naughty to suck a sixteen year old’s cock, but I loved knowing I was probably
the first man to have him like this. I possessed him entirely. I’ve tasted him.
Now, I had to completely have him.

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I got up, and looked at him, as he continued to lean against
the dirty wall, his young gaze staring directly into my blue eyes. He smiled so
innocently. It made me want to fuck him, hard. I took his hand, and led him to
the steam-room. He did not object.

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We went in, and nobody was there. I guess they all were
really at the baths. I locked the door behind us, and immediately shoved him
against the door, my muscled body against his young body. His cock was already
getting hard again; I could feel it growing against me. I began to kiss him
with all desire coursing through me, my tongue and his deeply mingled in
unquenchable lust. Saliva and cum mixed in mouths, and hands searched and
explored as passions collided.

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I turned him around, and wrapped both my arms around him
tightly, slamming his body between the wall and my sweat-drenched body. My
shaft ran between the cheeks of his ass smoothly, and entered his body with
slowness. His unbroken ass was incredibly tight; he whimpered and his legs
buckled again, as I entered him.

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“I want you cum deep inside me.” He managed to get out.

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Entering him fully, I withdrew equally slowly, savoring that
initial and virginal entry. I began to thrust forcefully, my body slamming
against his pure and fragile young body with lust. His ass could barely handle
my seven inch cock, but it made it all the more sweet, as his body gripped my
cock as I rammed deep inside.

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“Do you want to feel my hot cum shoot up inside of you?” I
asked.

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“Yes, please... please.” He begged, instinctually.

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I began to pound him with all my might, my cock throbbing
and red. I came with an unmatched forcefulness. Steams upon streams entered his
body with hot cum, until it had no choice but to drip down his legs and cover
my cock, and drip down my own scrotum and legs. We both stood there for a few
minutes in bliss, my cock still hard inside of him. The possession was mine.
Intimately, I kissed him delicately on his shoulder and neck. I pulled out of
his ass, and sat down on the bench in the room. He turned around, and slowly
approached me. He looked at me for a few moments, then stared at my cock with
desire. He walked toward me, as I admired his body, with my cum visibly
covering his legs. He knelt between my legs, and began to suck on my cock. I
put my hands on his head.

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“Look up at me.”

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His eyes looked up, as he sucked my cock with an amateur’s
effort. Being sixteen, I guess he didn’t suck very many cocks. I bet I was his
first.

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“How do you like the taste?”

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“Delicious. I love your cock. It is so long.”

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His lips were so tender and soft, too. His tongue swirled
around my shaft as he sucked up and down. Every once in awhile, he’d stop, to
kiss the tip of my cock, his tongue complimenting the kiss with a slow swirl
along the glands. I couldn’t help but blow a load into his mouth, the cum
gushing into his mouth, as he swallowed eagerly following each wave. I guided
my cock along his lips, now closed. I covered them with a bit of cum, massaging
the tip of my cock against his soft, soft lips, which were smiling naughtily. A
drop went down his chin.

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“Will you be tomorrow?” He asked, with his broken English.

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“Every tomorrow, as long as you cum.” I added, with a
double-meaning that he probably didn’t grasp.

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Dutifully, he came every day in the bathhouse. We’ve been
fucking ever since, and he’s still as adorably fuckable as ever.