Tearoom Cruising: Gay Hook-ups in Public in Japan, and elsewhere

Part I - Cruising public toilets in Tokyo's train stations.

I went out shopping yesterday afternoon -- as horny as hell. I had the intention of dropping by the gay sauna after hitting some electronics store, but then decided to stop in at the 'friendly' men's room on the basement (B1) floor of the largest train station. I went to the men's WC inside the ticket gate -

since there are multiple train and subway platforms in the station and that necessitates having several public restrooms. But there is also one outside the ticket guichet, among the various subterranean shops sprawling out under the city's largest transportation hub.

The first one was pretty much quiet with no apparent action. So I went out through the wicket and out in the underground mall and proceeded to the next public restroom for men.

Wow! It was crowded and hopping with guys, several of whom looked 
like their crotches were glued to the urinals, and their heads were turning, trying to get a look at either the next guy's dick or they were craning their heads to get a

glimpse of cock further along the row of about 15-18 urinals. Just to my right, there were about 6 more guys standing at the pissoires (in this case, individual white ceramic urinals). I could tell there were several of them on the prowl.

These really look like almost any public restrooms in Japan except that about a millon people come through the station every weekday and a portion of them stop by these restrooms - not always just to piss or take a dump. Even in Shinjuku station in broad daylight, I've seen guys reach over and grab another's cock. I have to say that such behavior is not normal but is happening because it's pretty obvious why the several guys are hanging out a lot longer in the public toilet than to just take a piss.Nowadays, there are security guards (men and women) who patrol the corridors and public restrooms. There is a sign posted (in Japanese) to notify people that there are security patrols and that 'inappropriate' or suspicious behavior should be reported to the station staff.
Nevertheless, the cruising goes on relentlessly.

Leungtony's Videos. This video (not mine) is brief and not too detailed or explicit, but gives you a clue to what the situation at a public train station toilet looks like.

I waited a few minutes, getting excited by the prospects of these guys being horny and looking to
hook-up or at least get a few strokes off in a public place. After a bit, the urinals around me emptied and I saw a guy about 35-ish, standing back a bit from the pisser, exposing what was a fairly hefty piece of erect meat with a beautiful mushroom head on it. I looked up at his face and got a knowing smirk. He could tell I liked what I was seeing and so.. I pulled back a bit and let him get a gander of my sausage pole. He was ready to go for it and he started stroking himself more, all the while gazing around to see who was (or wasn't) looking at us.Some guys are turned on so much by the flagrant exhibitionist pleasure of masturbating and exposing their cocks on public that they can ejaculate pre-maturely.... well... at least before any real pleasure can be had from his hanging wiener by the bevy of onlookers. This guy was definitely a show-off. He basked in the delight that his hard straight dick was causing me and at least two guys behind us were getting from this little parade of cocks.

That's when he made his move. He partially zipped up and then sidled over a couple of urinals to stand next to mine. I looked down with even greater approval in my eyes and licked my lips provocatively to honor his now-even-greater extended mancock muscle. I looked around now overly anxious or worried, but still not wanting to be arrested for lewd behavior as a visitor in a strange country - not my own. (Or maybe that's why I was cruising public toilets for sex.. if I am totally straight - NO - I mean honest (:>;).

He looked around too.. as if daring anyone to attempt to stop him. He pulled closed to me and reached out to put his hand down the front of my body in order to grab my throbbing boner. But sadly, it was not to be. Just then, a crowd of disinterested or unaware male commuters rushes to the toilet and takes up pissing stances at the urinals surrounding us. It wasn't going to be easy to get a blowjob or a handjob in this Friday afternoon pedestrian traffic. So I decided I'd take my dick and look for a more secure and safer place to 'park' it by going to the gay baths for the rest of the afternoon.

While I zipped up my full erect cock, nothing much could hide its distended state for
engorgement. The guy who had almost accosted me and grabbed my exposed dick, looking only partly disappointed - for he has spied another possible victim behind us on at a urinal on the side wall. Had we had more time and inclination, I would have led the little teaser into one of the restroom stalls lined up directly opposite us, but then again, we might have made too much noise once he started going at full-on male-for-male sex in the tiny toilet stall. That would have surely
have caused a security guard who make regular patrols into the restrooms to become suspicious.

I have done that and it's easier if you go to the pay toilets in the different part of the station or if you lead your prey or partner in perverted public sex to a men's room instead one of the department stores that surround the train station. But today that was not to be.

I spent 4 hours at the gay baths (24 Kaikan) getting sucked and fucking ass, and also watching a lot of guys doing that too. But still I got my hardest erection thinking about what had almost happened in that public restroom in one of the world's busiest train stations just a little while before.

Camping Surprise: An original story

Date: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 13:13:35 +0100
From: fjaed abuda 
Subject: Camping Suprise (Gay Male)

 Palm trees swept loudly in the wind as the

 moonlight shone dimly over the
rough wild lawn. The fire crackled irregularly 

complementing the gentle
sparkle of the thousands of stars in the sky. 

Mark and Fred knew that
they'd need to talk at some point, but were 

both aware that it wasn't the
right time. The last time they'd been camping

together was a few years ago
and it brought back memories of the laughter 

shared by the group of young
teenagers. The soft warm air amplified their

 appreciative breaths after the
exhausting day on the road.

Mark decided that it was too hot to keep his 

thick hiking clothes on and
began to strip. Fred came to the same conclusion

 and they both undressed
into their boxers and allowed the cool breeze to 

refresh their aching
bodies. Normally Mark would have undoubtedly made a snide remark, which
would have been all but pleasant in the frame of mind they were both in. 

Mark was already confused enough that Fred had revealed that he was gay
after all the years the two had spent chasing and screwing different
girls. He'd even made the assumption that Fred was a tad homophobic after
his bitching when they went skinny dipping the previous summer and Mark had
popped a slight erection in the water. At the time, Mark had said that he
couldn't help but be slightly aroused by the warm water surrounding his
naked body, but he knew all too well that this wasn't the case -- it was
the first sight of Freddie's thick black pubes and the slight glimpse of
his cock for the first time. He'd tried hard to fight off his feelings of
curiosity, but found himself overwhelmed and thought it was just his
hormones as a teenager, causing him to think sexually in any situation.

Mark was intrigued by the male form, and scared of the fact. He wanted to
be with a girl and have kids when he was older, not be one of the stupid
gays with their effeminate mannerisms. He'd made a conscious choice to
follow his feelings towards girls, but was having second thoughts after his
friend only came out to him earlier in the day. All these thought rushed
through his head one by one and he couldn't help but find his eyes pointed
towards Fred's toned abdomen and the defined V-shape pointing down towards
his--

Mark turned his head quickly, what was he thinking?

He then noticed the slow rising of his briefs above his thighs as his own
penis began to grow. He jumped up anxiously and walked to get more firewood
without saying a word.

All the while, Fred was looking at the sky and 

only realized when Mark walked away. Must have been

 acting strange about earlier, he thought, still a 

little shaken up by Mark's seemingly unaccepting

 reaction earlier on.  Mark made sure he was out of 

sight of Fred before he crouched against a tree and 

couldn't help but wonder

if Fred had ever felt the same arousal towards him as

he had. Presumably, he'd have ruled it out as an option

 due to him being straight and just ignored the tempta-

tion.  But then Mark remembered how Fred had commented

 a few times about his good looks, just being a good

 mate he'd thought, but was now recognizing that perhaps

 he was attracted to him.

Mark felt a sudden surge of anger that Fred had taken 

him for granted all
these years and raced back towards the fire and pushed Fred towards the
ground as he sat. Mark looked at his friend lying on the floor. Fred had an
expression of astonishment and fear as Mark bunched his fist and held it
ready behind his shoulder. Not a word was said even then as Mark
contemplated releasing his anger and following through.

Then, as Mark was kneeling above Fred, with his legs either side of his
body and his hand pressed into Fred's shoulder, he noticed his uneven dark
hair and protruding cheekbones. He then had an impulse of a different kind
and leant his face in to Fred and kissed him hard. He restrained his head
and pulled back, his gaze remaining on Fred. What the fuck, rattled in
Mark's brain as he knelt. 

 Fred's face was predominantly shocked, but at the same time Mark could see
excitement in his eyes. Mark unwillingly leant in again and shoved his
tongue in Fred's welcoming mouth. It was beyond control now, Mark couldn't
help himself -- it just felt so right.

 Before Mark knew it, Fred had forcefully rolled him over, and lay above him
as the strong kiss sustained itself somehow, both of their eyes shut at the
same time. Their tongues were knotted together, entangled and exploring
each other's salivating mouths. Fred embraced Mark tightly, with one arm
around his muscled back and the other clutching his wiry blond hair. After
a few seconds he moved his mouth down to Mark's neck, and sucked strongly.
Mark's head tilted back in ecstasy.

This wasn't Fred's first gay experience, but he was a hell lot more turned
on this time for sure. He'd been longing to touch Mark for years. Fred
continued his way down Mark's body, firmly licking across his chest,
tasting the sweet remnants of sweat and the rough texture of his stubbly
fur. He couldn't wait any longer -- he readjusted and tugged down Mark's
briefs, exposing his thick, fully hard dick, which bounced up alert and
craving attention. He descended his mouth onto it in an instant, tongue at
the ready. It slid naturally between his lips and reached deep-throat
straight away, filling Fred with the most satisfying mouthful. He grabbed
Mark's strong ass and wide upper thigh as he religiously moved his head
back and forth against his stomach, feeling his penis pulsate gently
against the bridge of his mouth.

Mark knew immediately that he had no regrets. He desired Fred's cock more
than anything now and swung his body round excitedly, whispering for Fred
to carry on sucking between gasps of enjoyment. He tenderly encapsulated
Fred's smooth, uncut penis in his mouth and longingly embraced the salty
feel on his tongue. It was long and beautiful and demanded the respect that
Mark was now willing to give. He licked up and down its sides and
progressed to Fred's tight, finely separated bollocks. Whirling them around
his mouth and slowly masturbating Fred, he groaned with happiness as he
felt himself getting closer to coming.


The feeling was mutual -- Fred was approaching an orgasm as he continued
what he'd started. There was no way he'd stop until he'd given Mark what
he'd always wanted to. The boys' bodies rocked against each other sensually
as the ever increasing, awakening feeling of pleasure surged through them.
They worked on each other harder and harder, they were connected now. All
that could be heard were low grunts, becoming more and more frequent.

They came simultaneously, vibrating through each other -- it was electric.
The sensitivity welled up between them and they burst into each other's
mouths. Gullets open, swallowing the hot juice being expelled; they were
both intent on fulfilling the duty they had pledged.

Mark and Fred lay in the same 69 position for a good few seconds more,
their breathing slowing as it caught up with them what they'd just done.
Fred then spun round to face Mark and they kissed strongly once again,
unable to stop, their legs entangling. It had been heaven, and neither of
them wanted it to end.

Horny spankees - guys taking it on the behind

--- On Fri, 10/10/08, atitlan sent out the photos above via his Yahoo Group [ymna2]  Naughty Boy

byfantaseeboy©

Not only did my mother have to accept the fact that her only son was gay, that was hard enough in itself! She'd always dreamed of having grandchildren and now that would never happen. No, in addition to that, my mother had to accept the fact that I'd fallen totally, head-over-heels in love with a man nearly her age! The first few times she met Sam, she looked at him as if he were a child molester! But she got over that, eventually. After she'd known about Sam and me for about 6 months, mom then had to accept the fact that her 19 year old son was leaving home.

Sam and I had lived together for around 3 months when my twentieth birthday arrived. Looking back on it now, I think that was the day that would eventually change my life! On that special day, Sam did something I never expected. He first told me to undress completely, which wasn't unusual, this actually happened quite often. He then grabbed my wrist and forcefully pulled me over his lap. With one big warm hand on my naked back, he raised the other and gave me a playful smack on my right cheek. I giggled. The next swat was harder, but still didn't even sting.

After 4 or 5 of his playful spanks, I asked for them harder. He hit me the next time, and it almost stung. So I asked for it harder again. We went back and forth until the last 5. Those last five left my butt warm and rosy red with his palm prints all over it. I don't think I'd realized how turned on I'd gotten until the spanking was over with! My smallish penis was rock hard! And I could feel Sam's giant cock throbbing against my hip.

I slid off his lap onto my knees and proceeded to give him the best blowjob I'd ever given. I even showed him his cream on my tongue before swallowing it, I know he loves that. As soon as I'd swallowed, I looked up into his eyes and felt my lower lip quiver. The next thing I knew I was sobbing uncontrollably. Sam reached down and pulled me onto his lap, holding me close and letting me cry my eyes out. It took me quite a while to get a hold of myself. The emotions rushing through me were so powerful. I had feelings I'd never experienced before and couldn't explain if tried.

When I'd finally calmed down, Sam whispered in my ear, "Are you okay?" After meeting his eyes, I began to giggle. With it all over with, it was embarrassing that I'd broken down like that. I tried to tell him it was nothing. But he wouldn't buy it. He kept me there naked on his lap and we talked about it.

After he'd asked me a multitude of questions about the spanking and my emotional meltdown, all of which were completely humiliating to answer. He began asking me about my childhood. Through that conversation, we both learned a something about me. While growing up, I looked for ways to get punished. It was like I needed my mother making the decisions and enforcing rules. My mother had never abused me, not even close. If I used any of the big swear words or got caught in a lie, I'd be sure to find myself standing in the bathroom with a bar of soap in my mouth. For most other mistakes, I'd wind up over her lap getting a spanking. Most of the spankings I could remember were on my bare bottom.

Another thing we'd learned from that long conversation was that even now, I felt I needed to be punished from time to time. And I confessed that I loved the idea of Sam deciding when and how I would receive that punishment. That statement led to the tangent of what I thought a punishment should be. I didn't know exactly, other than a spanking, but told him I thought a punishment should hurt. It shouldn't be playful or restrained. After all, it was supposed to be a punishment.

Sam held me close against him then. As I cuddled up against him on his lap, he whispered in my ear, "Baby, I'd be happy to punish you, I think I might enjoy it. But I need to hear you tell me that you'll accept the punishments without your feelings changing toward me. I can't imagine you falling out of love with me because of this. I know you can't make that promise, but I need to hear you say it. I need you to look me in the eye and ask me to punish you when you need it. I need you to tell me that you want it, that you need it. Can you do that?"


Without saying a word, I slid off his lap and stood up before him. While still completely naked, I took his hands as he stood up. Looking up into his eyes, I said, "Sam, I love you. And I would really appreciate it if you would punish me. I'll let you decide how, when, where and for what reason I should be punished, I trust you. I don't really know why I think I need this, but I do. And Sam, I want you to be the one to do it."

I stood there blushing and feeling pretty foolish for what seemed like hours. I was still naked and he was completely dressed. I don't think I could have felt sillier if I tried. Finally, a loving smile spread across his face when he pulled me into his arms and hugged me. He told me that he loved me too and from now on, I should be on my best behavior because he would be watching. We both giggled a little and held each other close.

 Weeks passed without a single punishment. I was 

beginning to think Sam forgot about that conversation we had. On several occasions I almost hinted about it, but decided not to. I didn't want to push Sam into something he wasn't completely comfortable doing. Maybe he loved me so much that he couldn't hurt me? I was still hoping he loved me so much he would.

On the drive home from visiting my mom on Friday evening, Sam kept his hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road when he told me that I'd disappointed him. He told me that I hadn't given my mom a "hello hug or kiss" nor did I bother to give her the same affection before we left. For that matter, I hadn't even told her that I loved her. In a very business-like tone, Sam went on to tell me he found this behavior unacceptable and I would be punished when we arrived home.

I almost said something about being unable to remember the last time I hugged or kissed my mom, but I caught myself at the last moment. This was going to be my very first official punishment from Sam and I could hardly wait! I looked over at the man I loved and he showed no emotion other than disappointment. For a split second, I found myself feeling terrible that I'd let him down. But my excitement chased that thought from my mind. This is what I'd asked for. It was what I thought I needed. And the drive couldn't have gone by faster.

When the garage door had closed behind us, Sam spoke for the first time since announcing the punishment. He told me to wait right where I was. The tone of voice he used actually frightened me. He sounded really mad, I'd never heard him use that tone with me before.

He slammed the car door and then slammed the garage door. I was scared shitless waiting there for him to return. And I didn't dare move from the passenger's seat. He had me wait in the car for 5 very long minutes. I actually jumped when the door to the house flew open and he stood there with the light behind him, looking so powerful. He stared at me while opening my door. I cautiously stood up and he immediately and firmly slid his hand into my right armpit. 

After slamming my door shut he quickly walked into the house while still gripping my arm tightly. He quickly drug me straight into the living room when he stopped suddenly. I looked up to see a lone, wooden chair sitting in the middle of the room. It as a chair from the dining room. It had no arms and would be perfect for a spanking, I'd actually thought about going over his lap in those chairs before.
Without further hesitation, he propelled me into the room. After sitting down, he looked into my eyes and with gritted teeth he said, "Get your clothes off and get over my lap, NOW!" The emphasis he put on that last word made me jump. I was really scared when I quickly stripped off every shred I was wearing. Sam kept his eyes fixed on my shaking form the entire time. There was something tremendously embarrassing about undressing in front of him that time.


When I'd dropped my underpants, he grabbed my wrist so tightly it actually hurt. In the same motion, he yanked me over his lap with more force than I imagined he had. I had to stop myself from crashing into the floor with my hands. He laid one hand firmly on my lower back to hold me still, he pressed the other open palm into my cheeks. That open palm then left my cheeks and I knew it was coming. My body was trembling. I had goose-bumps all over me. This was it. This was what I'd always wanted.

Like an explosion his open hand struck my bottom with enough force to make me feel like my eyes popped out of my head. There was no hesitation, his hand bounced off my butt and slammed back into me. By that second blow, I felt tears begin to roll down my face. By the third or fourth I was begging him to stop and screaming each time he hit me. 

At some point during that spanking, I reached back to try and protect my poor butt from any more pain. That turned out to be a huge mistake. With his free hand, he pinned both my wrists behind my back and began beating my poor cheeks with even more vengeance. I was crying wildly, screaming and whining and begging him to stop. My legs were kicking around and I tried with everything I was worth to wiggle off of his lap, but I never could. He was way too strong.

I have no idea how many times he struck me, I lost count. But when my first punishment had finally ended, he practically pushed me off his lap as if he were disgusted by me. I wound up crouching on floor, looking up at him with my tear streaked face. In that same frightening, disappointed tone, Sam told me to stand in the corner with my hands behind my head until he told me otherwise. He raised his arm and pointed to the corner next to our large picture window. Thankfully, the drapes were drawn on that window.

I picked myself up and scurried to that corner. With my nose nearly touching the wall, I laced my fingers behind my head. After several moments, I still hadn't heard a sound from Sam, all I could hear were my own fading sobs. I imagined him staring at my freshly punished bottom. I tried to picture what my butt must look like in my mind. All that made me do was focus on how badly it hurt. From then on, I couldn't stop my hips from wiggling around. I needed to rub my cheeks badly!

Sam's voice had almost returned to its normal sound when he spoke again. "From now on, when you see your mother, you will greet her with a nice hug and kiss and I want to hear you tell her how much you love her. She'll get the same respect from you before we leave. Do you understand me?"

I quickly nodded my head up and down and squeaked, "Yes."
He went on, "She is your mother and she deserves to be treated as such. If I find you disrespecting her again, you'll find yourself being punished right in front of her. I won't wait until we get home again." He paused there to let that thought sink into my head. "Now, you just stay right there. A little corner time will be good for you."

With that, I heard him stand up and leave the room with the chair he had sat in. I stood with my nose in the corner for quite a while. My sobbing eventually stopped and tried to hear what he was doing, but there wasn't a sound. I stayed as quiet as possible, listening, trying to figure out where he was. My arms and legs were beginning to get stiff when I heard footsteps. I guessed he was walking from our bedroom to the bathroom. He then turned on the water, he was washing his hands. Then the water came back on. It took me a little bit to figure out he was running a bath. When he stopped the water, I heard him walking through the house toward the living room where I stood.

From right behind me, he said, "Come here Sweetie. Your punishment is over." 

I spun around and found myself in his arms. He hadn't changed, he was still dressed as he had been when we were at my mom's house. He didn't say a word when I broke down into tears again. He gently rubbed my back, holding my head against his chest. When I managed to speak, I tried to tell him how sorry I was. I went on to babble about disappointing him and mistreating my mom. He lovingly shh'ed and told me everything was alright. He told me he loved me more than anything else. But that he would punish me if I needed it.

The ease he had slipped into the role of my punisher was a little frightening. That was the first time I'd ever REALLY been punished by anyone other than my mother. I was new to this! But Sam seemed to be completely comfortable beating my butt if needed. He was a lot better at it than my mom ever was too.

While just beginning to get control of myself again, Sam reached down and picked me up off the floor into his arms. He carried me down the hall and across the threshold of the bathroom as if I were his bride. Without even straining himself, he slowly lowered me into the rather warm bubbly bathwater. He knelt down beside the tub, grabbed a clean washcloth and began to wash every square inch of my body.


When asked to get on my hands and knees, I didn't hesitate. Sam was so gentle with that washcloth against my poor cheeks. He used his hands to splash water on my butt to rinse it off. He then slid a single finger between my cheeks and gently poked at my wrinkled hole. I think I moaned a little because I felt that finger keep pressing until it popped inside me. I know my back arched a little then, it always does when I get penetrated.

Sam knelt there beside the tub slowly and gently fingering me. I began pushing back into his finger, wanting it to go a little deeper. But Sam kept pulling back, not letting any other part of his hand touch me. In no time at all, I was stiff and horny. Before I could make a move toward him, Sam used his free hand to reach under me and loop his first finger and thumb around my penis. I moaned out loud. I know I did because I heard the echo. He held both his hands perfectly still. I began to slowly hump myself into his loving hand.


In a very soft, loving voice he said, "You have never looked more adorable than you do right now. Dripping wet, still in the tub. A freshly spanked, bright red bottom, a stiff weenie and so horny. Yes, you are very cute."

He'd barely stopped talking when I gasped, my back arched even deeper and I squeaked in a strange high pitch. My cheeks flexed around his finger as I squirted my juices into the bathtub. He let me calm down before helping me out of the tub. He sat on the lid of the toilet and held a large soft towel open for me. He wrapped it around my body and with the same gentle care, he dried me off. We finished in the bathroom with Sam brushing my hair. 

Before leaving the room, Sam picked me back up into his arms and carried me our bedroom. The covers were already pulled back on my side of the bed. Sam leaned down and laid me on the bed. I winced when my tender cheeks first touched the sheets, but eventually got comfortable. He held eye contact with me as he pulled up the covers and tucked me in. He kissed me softly and whispered good night before clicking off the light. I heard him stand and saw his silhouette in the doorway. He told me I'd had a rough day and that I should get some sleep. With that, he closed the door almost all the way and walked down the hall. I doubt I was awake for more than a few minutes before drifting off to sleep.    byfantaseeboy