Japanese Crush

I am a 24 years old interchange student from the United States and today is my first day in new territory, my first day in the new place I am going to call home for the following 6 months, where I will meet a new family and get to now a new culture. I had just moved to Japan under my college’s exchange program, and could not be happier about it.

 

It was very fascinating, the streets were very different to what I was used to seeing back in America. Streets were narrow and a lot of people walked instead of driving or riding some sort of transportation. The ones who drove, however, were really attentive of their surrounding and driving etiquette. It was a whole new world.

 

My classes with a new group of people were interesting, and luckily they were all in English, so I understood. This did not mean that I was not learning Japanese, however, because in the following months I would be getting new classes that were going to be given to me in full Japanese.

 

Besides my regular classes, I had Japanese classes in a different institute. I rarely ever went too far away from my dorm building, but in just a few months I got to know a lot about Japanese culture. I got to taste so much new food and get to buy so many things not available in my country, I was really surprised at the variety and how kind people was.

 

I had just a few friends. I had always been a quiet guy, and I did not stand out much. There was one Japanese guy who would usually look at me around the college, that’s it if we came across each other. However, he never talked to me. I suppose he did not know English, and my Japanese was too basic to even try to talk to him.

 

A month later, my Japanese had improved, and I was starting my first full-Japanese biology class.  It was very exciting. On the first day, I saw him, the Japanese guy who seemed to like me. He was very cute, with long and spiky dirty blonde hair. He dressed nicely, too. I sat beside him and he seemed overwhelmed now. I was afraid I may scare him, but at the end of the class he talked to me.

 

He spoke in full English, and he was very good at it. I noticed his accent, and pointed it out, and he told me he was an interchange student from Korea, and that he knew English already. I was surprised and felt a little embarrassed from assuming he was Japanese and that he did not know English.

 

We went for tea after class and he kept asking me questions about myself. He was very polite and seemed very interested, especially in knowing about my culture. He seemed like a very smart guy. After his seemingly infinite questions ended, I began with mine, and before we knew it, nighttime had fallen over the city.

 

I invited him to come with me to my dorm, without giving much thought to it. I was inviting basically a stranger I just met to come to my house, and I did not care about it. He agreed, but he was shy to accept. On the walk back home, he began throwing a few flirty comments here and there, letting me know he was into me more than I imagined.

 

When we got home, we took our jackets off and laid on the floor, then began drinking some sweetened alcoholic drinks. He got drunk very quickly, and I had to help him stand. I continued to drink without letting him drink anymore, and I got a bit drunk after a few more shots. I suggested we should go to sleep, because we had classes the following day.

 

We went to bed, and before I knew it, we were making out on my bed. The smell of liquor coming from his mouth was a little distracting, but he broke me out of my kissing focus when he began to undress me. I did not stop him, and he began to slowly remove his clothes too. He kept laughing a lot, and I attributed that to his drunkenness.

 

Before long, I had him sucking on my cock. He was very good at it; I had never been with a non-American guy before. He seemed to enjoy it very much, and I inferred that he was so good because he liked it. I undid his pants to reveal his cock, which was smaller than what I was used to, but it was very hard already. I began to suck it, and we did a 69 on my bed without realizing.

 

I was not planning to do anal, but he got me too horny now. While sucking his dick, I fingered his ass slowly to get him loose enough to be fucked. He moaned as I inserted my big fingers into his ass, and begged me to continue. After a few minutes, I threw him on the bed and put on a condom. His face had a naughty smile that knew what was coming.

 

He was a very sweet guy, in the way he treated me and talked to me, but he was fiery in bed.  Or maybe that was because he was drunk? Either way, I enjoyed fucking his butthole with my hard cock. He kept moaning and saying things about the size, I suppose he had not had something of American size before.

 

After about 20 minutes, he let out his load over himself as I fucked him, my thrusts getting slower but harder up until the moment he came. I pulled out, took my condom off and let him suck on my dick. I really did like how he sucked me, it was a very pleasant feeling. No single one of my ex boyfriends could come close to this guy’s skill.

 

After a few moments, he made me come. My dick was already big in his petite mouth, but after I came he almost chocked. He managed to swallow the whole thing, then we began to make out until we fell asleep cuddling on my bed. Needless to say, we did not go to class the following morning.

After a few weeks, we began dating, and sex with him became even better after every time, drunk or not. Another positive thing is that he helped me with my Japanese, so it was a win-win situation. He was charming and adorable, but a beast in bed. He really liked having sex, we would fuck almost every night. I felt he was going to make me be completely dry.

 

However, all good things come to an end. After the interchange program ended, we had to return to our respective country each. We had a tear-filled farewell in the airport, and promised to see each other again after a while. I was not sure this was going to be a reality, but I was excited about imagining more sex with him. He was really good at pleasuring me.

 

We kept in contact via text and letters, to mix the old fashioned with the new. His nude pics I saved turned me on every time I looked at them, and I could not help but remember all the nasty positions I made him stand for me so I could fuck him. He was delighted as it happened, of course.

 

Eventually, I met a new guy in my college here. His name is Paul and he is a nice guy, but not as good and submissive as my Korean ex-boyfriend.  Every time I fucked Paul, I thought of my ex. But even with this, we grew distant as messages became rarer and rarer. Paul did not know about my ex, as I kept it well hidden from him. He is rather jealous.

 

It’s been a full year since I was in Japan, but this is what I remember the most dearly and close to my heart. I went on an educational trip, and met the best guy I’ve ever dated in my life. Goes to show, there really are plenty of fish in the sea and you never know which one you may catch.

 

Paul and I broke up after about 4 months, and I felt a little sad about it but also relieved, because he was very cynical. He had a big dick, however, and I would miss it. I got in contact with my ex after a few months, and he was still eager to talk to me. We planned a little trip to see each other in China next year, and we would of course fuck like in the good old days.

 

This was the best memories from my trip, and I know I will keep building more with the same guy. Thanks for listening to me, diary, I have to go pack my stuff to  go to China this weekend.