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Mr. Kiritoru’s Letter
It was the strangest letter I had ever received! In fact I had not received a letter, other than bills and ads, for more than ten years. It was posted from the US and it contained a bus ticket and $100., U.S. in twenty dollar bills inside a letter inviting me to Elmira, New York to discuss making some videos in Japan. There was no other explanation, just the date, time and place to meet at the bus station.
Ten years ago, at 55, I had stopped working regular jobs and survived on odd internet writing and drawing jobs and making an occasional porn video. Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not an attractive guy! I’m fat, hairy and look a bit like a pear with legs but there is an audience for fat, hairy ‘daddies’. Not much of an audience, but enough to make a bit on Clips4Sale and other amatuer porn sites.
To be honest, the porn had never really been for the money, I just loved doing them. I’d find an Asian guy, I like Asian guys, and agree to get together for sex. If he was willing to make a video then we would, though usually he would wear a black lycra mask I keep around. In fact, I kept four black lycra masks around as I always hoped for a group session. In time I did a few group scenes, a threesome and foursome as there are other mature guys who also like to make videos. Making a video soon became more important than the sex itself and if I wasn’t making a video I felt I was wasting an opportunity. Often I’d have a harder cum watching the video that I did during the sex.
For a while I had some ‘regulars’ and we made some good videos. Lots of nipple play, cock sucking and rimming. I loved to get facials, one guy was good, more guys was better. In time ‘regulars’ disappeared into relationships, or moved away or we just got tired of each other. I’d post the videos in segments and make a few bucks, just small money.
To get more customers and some new video ‘regulars’ I began uploading short teasers on free sites and though I got lots and lots of friends, not too many video ‘regulars’. The free Japanese videos, mostly made by professionals, are so hot and I quickly become addicted to them! Every time I watch a Japanese ‘daddy’ video I have to jerk-off! So, I began putting in my profile that I would love to make some Japanese ‘daddy’ videos, though I knew the chances of that happening were not very good - seemed there were more than enough ‘daddies’ in Japan.
This must be the source of the letter! At last! A Japanese porn maker thought I was worth making a video with and wanted to talk to me about it. But in upstate New York? That was a bit strange. The invitation to meet was two weeks out and so I had a chance to think about it. Not much to think about: there weren’t going to be too many chances for me to make videos at my age and in my shape and if one came along I’d be an idiot to turn it down. So, one had come along and I was going.
I was to meet Mr. Kiritoru just outside the Greyhound Station in Elmira on Friday afternoon and stay with him until Saturday afternoon. We’d stay at the Holiday Inn on Water Street. All I had to bring was a current passport.
Waiting for me outside the Greyhound Station was a strongly built Asian guy, I assumed Japanese, in his 40’s but looked younger and fitter. He was clean-shaven with classic slicked back hair. His face was broad and his lips full though they dropped a bit at the sides suggesting arrogance. His most noticeable feature was his big, brown eyes which carefully scanned everyone and everything. There wasn’t much doubt in my mind he was Mr. Kiritoru, so I stepped up to him.
“Are you Mr. Kiritoru”, I asked, he replied in a Japanese accent, “No, I am Me, Kiritoru is waiting in the car”, as he pointed to an idling car in the main driveway. Behind me, almost pushing, he directed me into the back seat, closing the door, he got into the front seat. Driving was a 60’s something Japanese man with a black fedora and expensive dark overcoat. This contrasted with Me, who was more casual in an expensive light brown leather jacket, golf shirt and tan chinos. They could have been father and son, but I didn’t think that was likely.
The hello for Mr. Kiritoru was minimal but courteous and I could see this was going to be all business. The hotel looked like an old castle, well, more like a new castle built to look old. We had adjoining rooms, really adjoining as there was a private door between them. One of the rooms had a California king-sized bed and the other had two double beds. I was a bit surprised to learn that I would be bunking with Me in one of the double beds and Mr. Kiritoru had the huge bed to himself! They told me to get cleaned-up and rest and we would go down to discuss business at dinner.
The dining room was typical of small town hotels, lots of dark panelling and leather captain’s chairs, busy on a Friday night. We had a corner table where we could discuss without being overheard. By this time I had the idea that Mr. Kiritoru was a fetishist who wanted to make a video with a white guy and Me was his cameraman. That turned out to be accurate, but only so far as it went, there was a lot more.
Mr. Kiritoru had on an expensive dark blue pinstripe suit, light blue shirt and red silk tie. Without the hat I could see he had thin, greying hair and a long face with small eyes. His lips were thin and straight and a strong chin. Though I don’t think he had ever been a good-looking man, he had a real presence. We were about the same age but his lean and erect figure showed he had looked after himself while I had not. From what he ordered and the way he ordered it, I could tell he was used to the US, though Me was a bit less sure of himself and I had the idea he had only recently come from Japan.
The proposition was a simple one. If I proved myself at tonight’s audition, which would be videotaped by Me, then I would be given a three month contract to make a video once a week, so 12 videos in total, in Japan. All my expenses would be paid and I would earn $15,000., US. The videos would not be sold commercially but circulated within a small private group of which Mr. Kiritarou was the representative. This was all dependent on passing a background and medical check. For tonight’s audition, I would be paid $1,000. US.
I didn’t even bargain, I agreed and I could see that made Mr. Kiritoru a bit less tense. We ate dinner, no drinks, and then went back to the rooms. Me and I into our room and Mr. Kiritoru into his room, the adjoining door was closed, for now.
Me asked me, “which bed do you want Mister?”, I told him to call me Dave but he never did, I was always Mister. I took the bed closest to the adjoining door. We lay down for around two hours then Me asked, “Hey, Mister, you want to have a special drink”. Though it sounded like an option, I had an idea I’d better say yes. Me mixed a small, potent drink that tasted of ginkgo nuts to the power of 10. Then he suggested I take a warm bath as Mr. Kiritarou would want to see me soon. At about 11:55PM Me turned to me and said, “Mister, time for audition”. At midnight Me knocked on the adjoining door and Mr. Kiritarou replied with a curt, “Kuru”. As the door opened I could see only candles lighting the room and a sheet of black leather had been d****d over the bed.
Moving further into the room I could see Mr. Kiritoru standing with his legs apart and his hands at his waist. Now he was dressed only in a red loincloth made of silk and a black hachimaki around his forehead with the rising sun symbol emblazoned on the front. What I could not believe was his body! Smooth, olive skin covered his muscles, all of which were exceptional. Shoulders, biceps, abdominals, legs - he had it all. The skin was perfect, not a blemish anywhere. His face and body glistened with sweat in the low light of the candles and it was clear he had just had an intense workout. Aided by Me’s special drink, I was desperately aroused and needed to have Mr. Kiritoru.
Motioning me to the bed I could see a cuff at each corner and knew that I would soon be spreadeagle on the bed. Me had begun videotaping and the light that shone on Mr. Kiritarou made him look even sexier so my cock was rock hard in anticipation. As he fastened the last cuff to my wrist Mr. Kiritoru put a gag in my mouth and secured it with a red silk ribbon tied around my head.
Moving over to the side table he picked-up what looked like a small sword or big dagger. It looked like the kind of thing used in crazy rituals. As he came closer I started to get a bit nervous, though I’m kinky and up for most fetishes I don’t really like to get cut. As I looked into his eyes I could see both contempt and compassion, this was a very complex man.
Lying down beside me Mr. Kiritoru sensed my fear and asked, “Are you afraid?” and, of course, I shook my head to show yes. With a small chuckle he told me that was good, I should be afraid of him. As I felt the light get brighter I knew that Me was coming in for a close-up. I could feel the razor sharp dagger against my throat and Mr. Kiritoru said, “you are a fat, dirty pig and you need to be cleansed before you can serve me, do you agree?”, as I could not speak, again I shook my head in agreement.
With that Mr. Kiritoru moved the dagger blade to the bottom of my chin and carefully sc****d away my scruffy beard. Moving back and forth to different parts of my face he sc****d away all the hair. With sure and steady hands he finished every part of my face. As he did this I got even more sexcrazed to please him and though I couldn’t move I wanted to let him know how I felt. My body was already letting him know as I could feel pre-cum leaking-out of my cock head and down the stiff shaft. So, I began moaning softly and that seemed to satisfy him.
Me was naked now as he videotaped, but I didn’t think he was going to join in and I was right. Standing on the bed, over my chest Mr. Kiritoru looked magnificent. With the age and experience of a mature man but the body of a much younger man, he was something very special. It must have been clear to him how much I wanted him, he said, “Now, you are ready, I know you will not disappoint me”.
With that he turned around and lifted up the back of his loin-cloth. I could see the heavy muscles at the back of his legs and the lean cheeks of his ass and I really wanted to rim him. As he began to squat over my face I could see him push out his bright red prolapse. Like a big nipple or a small cock a perfect prolapse can be sucked and Mr. Kiritoru had a perfect prolapse. It was so clean - he had gone to such trouble to get himself ready. Then he began gently bouncing up and down, as if his prolapse was fucking my mouth. In fact it seemed to get harder and I sucked it like crazy pushing my tongue as far up as I could get it. It was clear we were both enjoying the audition.
From the side of my eye I could see Me getting some great shots and I was looking forward to seeing them when he edited the video. Several times I moved my mouth forward and let my nose go right up Mr. Kiritoru’s ass, again we both seemed to enjoy it. When I thought I couldn’t hold on anymore I asked Mr. Kiritoru if I could cum and he asked me to wait until Me got into position. When he signalled me I came harder than I think I have ever come before.
Mr. Kiritoru seemed happy with my performance and told me he had prepared a special drink to counterbalance Me’s special drink and help me to get to sleep. Expecting a glass I was surprised when he turned around and positioned his cock above my mouth. It began as a slow stream and gained a lot of strength, it tasted like green tea, I loved it and drank every drop he gave to me. Then, Mr. Kiritoru politely dismissed us and we went back to our room.
Me smiled, for the first time since we had met, and said, “not bad, Mister!”. We both climbed into our beds and I slept until 10AM, much later than I normally sleep. Me was up early checking with Mr. Kiritoru and taking things down to the car.
When I got up, Me told me we had to go to a clinic for my medical test. I was going to leave my bag but Me told me to bring it along. We drove to a small clinic, Asian doctor, and I gave some blood and urine. I thought we would go back to the hotel but Me handed me the envelope with $1,000. US, as agreed, and dropped me at the Greyhound station. I asked about the videos in Japan and he told me that Mr. Kiritoru would let me know, by mail.
On my way home I had lots of time to think while looking out the window at the boring landscape. I thought that Mr. Kiritarou and Me had done this many times before. They never discussed anything in front of me, yet each step was accomplished perfectly. Though I had liked Me more at first, now I was very hot for Mr. Kiritoru. The perfect body, the commanding manner and the carefully rationed compassion. I think he could get me to do anything he wanted and I wondered what he did want. Whether I would ever hear from him again. As the bus got closer to home, I began to think about other things.
It was the strangest letter I had ever received! In fact I had not received a letter, other than bills and ads, for more than ten years. It was posted from the US and it contained a bus ticket and $100., U.S. in twenty dollar bills inside a letter inviting me to Elmira, New York to discuss making some videos in Japan. There was no other explanation, just the date, time and place to meet at the bus station.
Ten years ago, at 55, I had stopped working regular jobs and survived on odd internet writing and drawing jobs and making an occasional porn video. Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not an attractive guy! I’m fat, hairy and look a bit like a pear with legs but there is an audience for fat, hairy ‘daddies’. Not much of an audience, but enough to make a bit on Clips4Sale and other amatuer porn sites.
To be honest, the porn had never really been for the money, I just loved doing them. I’d find an Asian guy, I like Asian guys, and agree to get together for sex. If he was willing to make a video then we would, though usually he would wear a black lycra mask I keep around. In fact, I kept four black lycra masks around as I always hoped for a group session. In time I did a few group scenes, a threesome and foursome as there are other mature guys who also like to make videos. Making a video soon became more important than the sex itself and if I wasn’t making a video I felt I was wasting an opportunity. Often I’d have a harder cum watching the video that I did during the sex.
For a while I had some ‘regulars’ and we made some good videos. Lots of nipple play, cock sucking and rimming. I loved to get facials, one guy was good, more guys was better. In time ‘regulars’ disappeared into relationships, or moved away or we just got tired of each other. I’d post the videos in segments and make a few bucks, just small money.
To get more customers and some new video ‘regulars’ I began uploading short teasers on free sites and though I got lots and lots of friends, not too many video ‘regulars’. The free Japanese videos, mostly made by professionals, are so hot and I quickly become addicted to them! Every time I watch a Japanese ‘daddy’ video I have to jerk-off! So, I began putting in my profile that I would love to make some Japanese ‘daddy’ videos, though I knew the chances of that happening were not very good - seemed there were more than enough ‘daddies’ in Japan.
This must be the source of the letter! At last! A Japanese porn maker thought I was worth making a video with and wanted to talk to me about it. But in upstate New York? That was a bit strange. The invitation to meet was two weeks out and so I had a chance to think about it. Not much to think about: there weren’t going to be too many chances for me to make videos at my age and in my shape and if one came along I’d be an idiot to turn it down. So, one had come along and I was going.
I was to meet Mr. Kiritoru just outside the Greyhound Station in Elmira on Friday afternoon and stay with him until Saturday afternoon. We’d stay at the Holiday Inn on Water Street. All I had to bring was a current passport.
Waiting for me outside the Greyhound Station was a strongly built Asian guy, I assumed Japanese, in his 40’s but looked younger and fitter. He was clean-shaven with classic slicked back hair. His face was broad and his lips full though they dropped a bit at the sides suggesting arrogance. His most noticeable feature was his big, brown eyes which carefully scanned everyone and everything. There wasn’t much doubt in my mind he was Mr. Kiritoru, so I stepped up to him.
“Are you Mr. Kiritoru”, I asked, he replied in a Japanese accent, “No, I am Me, Kiritoru is waiting in the car”, as he pointed to an idling car in the main driveway. Behind me, almost pushing, he directed me into the back seat, closing the door, he got into the front seat. Driving was a 60’s something Japanese man with a black fedora and expensive dark overcoat. This contrasted with Me, who was more casual in an expensive light brown leather jacket, golf shirt and tan chinos. They could have been father and son, but I didn’t think that was likely.
The hello for Mr. Kiritoru was minimal but courteous and I could see this was going to be all business. The hotel looked like an old castle, well, more like a new castle built to look old. We had adjoining rooms, really adjoining as there was a private door between them. One of the rooms had a California king-sized bed and the other had two double beds. I was a bit surprised to learn that I would be bunking with Me in one of the double beds and Mr. Kiritoru had the huge bed to himself! They told me to get cleaned-up and rest and we would go down to discuss business at dinner.
The dining room was typical of small town hotels, lots of dark panelling and leather captain’s chairs, busy on a Friday night. We had a corner table where we could discuss without being overheard. By this time I had the idea that Mr. Kiritoru was a fetishist who wanted to make a video with a white guy and Me was his cameraman. That turned out to be accurate, but only so far as it went, there was a lot more.
Mr. Kiritoru had on an expensive dark blue pinstripe suit, light blue shirt and red silk tie. Without the hat I could see he had thin, greying hair and a long face with small eyes. His lips were thin and straight and a strong chin. Though I don’t think he had ever been a good-looking man, he had a real presence. We were about the same age but his lean and erect figure showed he had looked after himself while I had not. From what he ordered and the way he ordered it, I could tell he was used to the US, though Me was a bit less sure of himself and I had the idea he had only recently come from Japan.
The proposition was a simple one. If I proved myself at tonight’s audition, which would be videotaped by Me, then I would be given a three month contract to make a video once a week, so 12 videos in total, in Japan. All my expenses would be paid and I would earn $15,000., US. The videos would not be sold commercially but circulated within a small private group of which Mr. Kiritarou was the representative. This was all dependent on passing a background and medical check. For tonight’s audition, I would be paid $1,000. US.
I didn’t even bargain, I agreed and I could see that made Mr. Kiritoru a bit less tense. We ate dinner, no drinks, and then went back to the rooms. Me and I into our room and Mr. Kiritoru into his room, the adjoining door was closed, for now.
Me asked me, “which bed do you want Mister?”, I told him to call me Dave but he never did, I was always Mister. I took the bed closest to the adjoining door. We lay down for around two hours then Me asked, “Hey, Mister, you want to have a special drink”. Though it sounded like an option, I had an idea I’d better say yes. Me mixed a small, potent drink that tasted of ginkgo nuts to the power of 10. Then he suggested I take a warm bath as Mr. Kiritarou would want to see me soon. At about 11:55PM Me turned to me and said, “Mister, time for audition”. At midnight Me knocked on the adjoining door and Mr. Kiritarou replied with a curt, “Kuru”. As the door opened I could see only candles lighting the room and a sheet of black leather had been d****d over the bed.
Moving further into the room I could see Mr. Kiritoru standing with his legs apart and his hands at his waist. Now he was dressed only in a red loincloth made of silk and a black hachimaki around his forehead with the rising sun symbol emblazoned on the front. What I could not believe was his body! Smooth, olive skin covered his muscles, all of which were exceptional. Shoulders, biceps, abdominals, legs - he had it all. The skin was perfect, not a blemish anywhere. His face and body glistened with sweat in the low light of the candles and it was clear he had just had an intense workout. Aided by Me’s special drink, I was desperately aroused and needed to have Mr. Kiritoru.
Motioning me to the bed I could see a cuff at each corner and knew that I would soon be spreadeagle on the bed. Me had begun videotaping and the light that shone on Mr. Kiritarou made him look even sexier so my cock was rock hard in anticipation. As he fastened the last cuff to my wrist Mr. Kiritoru put a gag in my mouth and secured it with a red silk ribbon tied around my head.
Moving over to the side table he picked-up what looked like a small sword or big dagger. It looked like the kind of thing used in crazy rituals. As he came closer I started to get a bit nervous, though I’m kinky and up for most fetishes I don’t really like to get cut. As I looked into his eyes I could see both contempt and compassion, this was a very complex man.
Lying down beside me Mr. Kiritoru sensed my fear and asked, “Are you afraid?” and, of course, I shook my head to show yes. With a small chuckle he told me that was good, I should be afraid of him. As I felt the light get brighter I knew that Me was coming in for a close-up. I could feel the razor sharp dagger against my throat and Mr. Kiritoru said, “you are a fat, dirty pig and you need to be cleansed before you can serve me, do you agree?”, as I could not speak, again I shook my head in agreement.
With that Mr. Kiritoru moved the dagger blade to the bottom of my chin and carefully sc****d away my scruffy beard. Moving back and forth to different parts of my face he sc****d away all the hair. With sure and steady hands he finished every part of my face. As he did this I got even more sexcrazed to please him and though I couldn’t move I wanted to let him know how I felt. My body was already letting him know as I could feel pre-cum leaking-out of my cock head and down the stiff shaft. So, I began moaning softly and that seemed to satisfy him.
Me was naked now as he videotaped, but I didn’t think he was going to join in and I was right. Standing on the bed, over my chest Mr. Kiritoru looked magnificent. With the age and experience of a mature man but the body of a much younger man, he was something very special. It must have been clear to him how much I wanted him, he said, “Now, you are ready, I know you will not disappoint me”.
With that he turned around and lifted up the back of his loin-cloth. I could see the heavy muscles at the back of his legs and the lean cheeks of his ass and I really wanted to rim him. As he began to squat over my face I could see him push out his bright red prolapse. Like a big nipple or a small cock a perfect prolapse can be sucked and Mr. Kiritoru had a perfect prolapse. It was so clean - he had gone to such trouble to get himself ready. Then he began gently bouncing up and down, as if his prolapse was fucking my mouth. In fact it seemed to get harder and I sucked it like crazy pushing my tongue as far up as I could get it. It was clear we were both enjoying the audition.
From the side of my eye I could see Me getting some great shots and I was looking forward to seeing them when he edited the video. Several times I moved my mouth forward and let my nose go right up Mr. Kiritoru’s ass, again we both seemed to enjoy it. When I thought I couldn’t hold on anymore I asked Mr. Kiritoru if I could cum and he asked me to wait until Me got into position. When he signalled me I came harder than I think I have ever come before.
Mr. Kiritoru seemed happy with my performance and told me he had prepared a special drink to counterbalance Me’s special drink and help me to get to sleep. Expecting a glass I was surprised when he turned around and positioned his cock above my mouth. It began as a slow stream and gained a lot of strength, it tasted like green tea, I loved it and drank every drop he gave to me. Then, Mr. Kiritoru politely dismissed us and we went back to our room.
Me smiled, for the first time since we had met, and said, “not bad, Mister!”. We both climbed into our beds and I slept until 10AM, much later than I normally sleep. Me was up early checking with Mr. Kiritoru and taking things down to the car.
When I got up, Me told me we had to go to a clinic for my medical test. I was going to leave my bag but Me told me to bring it along. We drove to a small clinic, Asian doctor, and I gave some blood and urine. I thought we would go back to the hotel but Me handed me the envelope with $1,000. US, as agreed, and dropped me at the Greyhound station. I asked about the videos in Japan and he told me that Mr. Kiritoru would let me know, by mail.
On my way home I had lots of time to think while looking out the window at the boring landscape. I thought that Mr. Kiritarou and Me had done this many times before. They never discussed anything in front of me, yet each step was accomplished perfectly. Though I had liked Me more at first, now I was very hot for Mr. Kiritoru. The perfect body, the commanding manner and the carefully rationed compassion. I think he could get me to do anything he wanted and I wondered what he did want. Whether I would ever hear from him again. As the bus got closer to home, I began to think about other things.
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