Japan Trip Part 1: Fisting in Shinjuku

[joezu]

(The first in a five-part series about my Fall 2017 trip to Japan)

I arrived at Shinjuku station on a typically hot and humid Tokyo summer day. Before I left for Japan, I had arranged to meet a guy for some fisting play; he suggested we meet at 3pm in front of a gay bathhouse called 24 Kaikan, located in Shinjuku Ni-Chōme, Tokyo's primary gay district. If you've never been to a large train station in a major Japanese city, they are like mazes, despite the many maps on display. I'd been to Shinjuku a few days earlier and had gotten lost. I was determined not to do that again and came with my own detailed map, but I still got turned around leaving the station. Finally, I stopped in a konbini (convenience store) to ask for directions, only to find I had been heading completely the wrong way. I finally arrived at 24 Kaikan a little ahead of schedule.

My play buddy, let's call him Renonmae-kun, was texting me as he was making his way through Tokyo to Shinjuku. My Japanese is so-so but I couldn't understand what he was texting. Finally, I simply said I was going to wait at 24 Kaikan for him. We had connected through a gay dating site but he hadn't posted any face pics, so I was delightfully surprised to see this handsome hottie come walking up to me. He said he needed to buy some water and some lube before we went inside. I'd already been looking for Crisco or something similar since I arrived in Japan, but none of the grocery stores carried it. Renonmae-kun said it was available only in specialty baking stores. His English was better than my Japanese, but I spoke Japanese when I was able.

When you first enter 24 Kaikan, you take off your shoes and put them in a locker, then go to a vending machine in the lobby to pay your entry fee (¥2500; about 22USD). You give your entry ticket and shoe locker key to the clerk, and he gives you another locker key and a bag containing a robe, belt, and two towels. In the locker room I stripped and began putting on the robe, but nobody else was wearing one, so I wrapped the towel around my waist instead.

Renonmae-kun gave me a tour of 24 Kaikan; I had been there eleven years earlier, and it hadn't changed much at all. The facility is eight stories tall, complete with elevator and a recorded woman's voice cheerfully announcing on which floor you had landed. There is rooftop sunbathing, a sauna, a steam room, Western and Japanese style showers and o-furo (bathing tubs), private rooms, orgy rooms in varying degrees of illumination (some with bedding on the floor, some with bunk beds), a small room with a sling and a fuck bench, and parking.

We sat on the rooftop level and chatted. I asked him if it was difficult to be gay in Japan. He said it was pretty easy in the city, but he wouldn't want to be gay and living in the country. Another guy with whom I had chatted online said his city had gay bars, but gay life didn't exist outside of them. I then asked Renonmae-kun if he ever felt lonely; surely it was more difficult to be out to family or coworkers than in America. He said he wasn't out to his family, but he had friends who knew, and it was really no big deal. He seemed shy, and kept saying if I saw anyone I liked, I should go for it. I rubbed his leg and said I would keep that in mind. He rubbed my leg back, then suggested we go to the sling room.

There was a blindfolded guy in the sling, waiting for whoever came along. One patron began fingering his ass, and a group gathered to watch. Renonmae-kun, still seeming uncertain about himself, suggested I might fist the blindfolded guy. Instead, I caressed Renonmae-kun; he caressed me back, and I gave him a tentative kiss. My impression was that Japanese are not a casually kissing kind of people, but he responded quite enthusiastically and we began making out. The guy in the sling was still getting his ass fingered but was also sucking on another guy. The room was now getting quite crowded so Renonmae-kun suggested we go elsewhere. He said private rooms were extra but I said the bunk bed room was fine. I said I didn't mind if people watched—he giggled and called me a pervert.

I chose a bunk bed near the doorway to the hall where there was some illumination; the bunk bed was double wide and we climbed into the top bunk, then spent a considerable amount of time making out. I told him he was ikemen (very handsome); he blushed and rolled his eyes, then called me sexy. After a while, we cooled down a bit and just lay side-by-side in an embrace, his head on my shoulder. I asked him if he knew what the English word “cuddling” meant, and he said yes. After a while our energies returned and we resumed making out. From time to time, guys would stop by the bunk bed and watch. I wondered, in the semi-darkness, if anyone could tell I was a Westerner? In my previous visit to 24 Kaikan, I didn't score with anyone. I couldn't tell if it was because I was a Westerner, or because they just didn't like my particular looks.

After a while, Renonmae-kun suggested we try the sling room again, which was now empty. He got in the sling; I put on my gloves and started lubing his ass, and began working in a finger. He was extremely tight and seemed nervous. I promised I would go slowly. I asked him when he was last fisted; he said it had been about three months, then another three months before that. A crowd was beginning to gather again, no doubt intrigued by the Westerner with the blue nitrile gloves. Alas, the sling room was adjacent to the shower area; every evening around 5pm an army of custodians moves in and scrubs the whole floor, so we had to return to our bunk bed. Renonmae-kun lay on his back and held his legs up, but still seemed nervous so I told him in Japanese:

目を閉めて。	Me wo shimete.	Close your eyes.
考えないで。	Kangaenaide.	Don't think.
寛いで。	Kutsuroide.	Relax.
花のように開いて。	Hana no you ni aite.	Open (up) like a flower.

As I was gently massaging and stretching his asshole, a few guys gathered to watch. One began jacking Renonmae-kun's dick. I knew that stimulating the dick can cause the asshole to clench, so I told Renonmae-kun, in English, if the guy was distracting him, to ask him to stop, which he did. By now, his head was lolling back and forth and he kept sighing kimochi (It feels good).

I told him if his legs were getting tired, he could rest them on my shoulders. I now had my whole hand in his butt but didn't do as much manipulation as usual because the lube just wasn't lubricious enough. After about fifteen minutes, Renonmae-kun said he'd had enough. I said:

ゆっくり引っ込める。	Yukkuri hikkomeru.	I will withdraw slowly.
押さないで。	Osanaide.	Don't push.
独りでに出させて。	Hitori de ni dasasete.	Let (my hand) withdraw by itself.

He chuckled. Maybe he was amused I seemed to know fisting Japanese better than conversational Japanese. I pulled out slowly and told him to keep lying there as I gently caressed his body. Finally, I lay down next to him so we could cuddle again. He was now sighing ureshii (I'm happy). He said I was very jou zu (skillful), and I said, “Well, it is my name!” I told him Renonmae-kun ha kokoro ga utsukushii (Renonmae's spirit is beautiful). He blushed. It had been a wonderful experience, far better than I anticipated. Finally we got up to shower. A handsome Daddy sitting on the shower stool next to him said he'd been one of the guys watching us, and that he'd tried to get fisted before but hadn't been successful.

Renonmae-kun said he needed to get going, and since 24 Kaikan was far busier than usual, he suggested I stick around to play some more with the other patrons. And I would've, except:

1. I was ravenously hungry by now.
2. I had an early train to catch to Kamakura the next day.
3. Mostly, I wanted him to walk me to my station, because I was tired of getting lost in Shinjuku.

We got dressed, and as we were putting on our shoes in the lobby, I asked if I could take a selfie of us: yes. I said I hoped we could keep in touch: yes.

We walked towards my station. When I saw the entry gate, I headed for it but Renonmae-kun said we should take a different entrance so I wouldn't have to go up and down as many stairs inside. We skipped the next entry gate before he saw me off. We were reluctant to hug or kiss in front of everyone, so we clasped each other on the shoulders, said our thanks, and I went through the gate. When I looked back over my shoulder he was still standing there, smiling at me, waiting until I was out of sight.

Part 1: Fisting in Shinjuku
Part 2: Porn, Porn Everywhere!
Part 3: Going to an Onsen
Part 4: Japanese Bondage
Part 5: Miscellaneous Anecdotes

Comments

Re: Thank you

[joezu]

Thanks! I’m also hoping to go again in 2025, for the World’s Fair in Osaka!