Another Grindr Inspired Trip

joizy · May 22

I’m here in Tokyo for two months and while I’m not having sex every day, I am definitely having more than I have in the sexual desert of the SF Bay Area (mainly because of where I live + my age).

I could hire guys, but my experience with that has been mixed, and it can get expensive. But I know there is one guy I definitely want to hire (I saw him last time and it was the most satisfying sex), but I’m waiting until I really need a good fuck. In the meantime, I’m relying on Grindr and 24 Kaikan in Shinjuku.

Initially, I wasn’t going to write about this encounter because maybe it’s not that interesting. But for what it’s worth…

When I first arrived, I had several guys hit me up on Grindr. One was a kind of nerdy looking Japanese guy who had a really nice dick. Unfortunately, he lived in Saitama prefecture, probably about an hour from where I’m staying. He said he comes to Tokyo sometimes, but also invited me to visit him there.

When I was in Kyoto in February, I went to a guy’s apartment and the place smelled like cigarette smoke. He had a huge ashtray that was filled with cigarette butts. I couldn’t wait to leave. Is this a sign of my age that I don’t want to go to someone’s place if they are a messy housekeeper? I was hesitant to travel all of that distance to find myself in a small, smelly apartment with a stranger. But I was horny, so last weekend, I messaged the guy to see if he was available, used Japan Travel app to plot out the route, and set out to Saitama to meet a 27-year-old with a nice dick.

The trip was fun. It wasn’t that complicated and I took an express train part of the way, so it went fast.

The guy was waiting for me at the station and was cuter in person than in his photos. His English was very good, and exchanges with him were kind of funny. He said things in English that only someone who had lived in the states would say. He seemed to have a good sense of humor. This also came out in person, though I think he might have had some sort of attention deficit disorder because he’d ask me a question and as I started to answer, he’s ask a different question. I found it challenging to talk to him.

As we were walking the 10 minutes up and down hills to his place in the 80-degree humidity, he revealed to me that he wasn’t Japanese. He was Cambodian. He thought he had mentioned it in our exchanges, but he hadn’t. It didn’t matter to me. He was tall and thin and cute and kind of funny.

By the time we got to his apartment, which was small, but clean and filled with aromatherapy products (so it smelled nice) I was drenched in sweat and exhausted. He had a small kitchen and a bedroom with only a bed to sit on. Well, you know where things went.

As I started playing with his dick, it seemed smaller than in the photo. He asked me if it lived up to the photo, which I thought was an odd question, because in fact it didn’t. It was definitely the same cock, but it looked much smaller in person. Did he somehow enlarge it in the photo? Why would he ask me that question. I just said, “hmmm… I need to examine it closer” and went down to suck it. It did not live up to the photo.

After we finished, he took me to a cute little Chinese restaurant in his neighborhood. I think he wanted me to stay. He was going to make a desert and bought steak for dinner, but I was ready to return to my spacious Airbnb, so I left.

I was glad I went. I got to see a part of Japan I’d never seen before. I got away from the tourist crowds and met a cute, funny, albeit a bit quirky guy. I will probably see him again even though his dick definitely did not live up to the picture.

Sorry this isn’t terribly exciting, but I thought I’d share this unusual experience. Maybe someone can explain the dick pic to me.