Tokyo
In August 2015, while I was living in Hong Kong, I flew to Tokyo for a trip. It was my first time in Japan. The streets in Japan are very clean, and most people are friendly and polite. I remember when I was looking for the Hachi statue from the movie "Hachi: A Dog's Tale" in Shibuya, a young Japanese man, struggling with language barriers, simply took me directly to the Hachi statue. I was quite touched.
Tokyo was beautiful, with exquisite shops, and the chefs in the restaurants were especially busy in the evening. Items in the malls were neatly arranged, and the staff were very enthusiastic and busy. Middle-aged Japanese women dressed elegantly chatted leisurely in the coffee shops of the malls. Tokyo is truly worth a visit.
The next evening, I went to a gay sauna called 24 Kaikan in Shinjuku. I remember the sauna was in a narrow building, and the facilities were somewhat old, perhaps because it had been in operation for many years. However, the wooden bunk beds in the hall surprisingly provided white clean sheets and blankets, something I had never seen in the gay saunas I had visited before. This shows the high level of service in Japan.
However, most Japanese people are quite shy. It takes a long time for everyone to find someone they like, and many leave without doing anything after spending a long time there. When I went, it was after work hours, and more and more people were arriving. I felt someone gently hugging me from behind, and he spoke English. He was Japanese, handsome, about 1.8 meters tall, and very muscular; more importantly, he was very masculine.
I did not refuse when he hugged me, and we chatted a little bit. Then we found a spot under a lower bunk in a corner. We started kissing passionately and touching each other. Since there were people in the hall, we covered our nakedness with a quilt. After covering ourselves, his strong body pressed against mine, and he began to fuck me wildly. I enjoyed it immensely and moaned... We both reached climax.
One night, a middle-aged Japanese man messaged me on a gay social media app asking if I would like to go to a bar for a drink with him. The weather was bad that night, and it seemed to be drizzling. My accommodation was in the Shinjuku area, and the bar's address he sent me was very close to me. So I went.
It was a very small gay bar, with a bar counter and hall of about 20 square meters, but it was full of Japanese charm. When I entered, I found that the Japanese man who had messaged me was standing behind the bar; he turned out to be the owner of the bar. He asked me what I would like to drink and it's on the house. I ordered a cocktail.
When I came in, there were two foreign tourists sitting at the bar. Since there weren't many customers, the four of us had a pleasant chat all night. When I was leaving, the bar owner politely said goodbye to me.
Osaka
Osaka in the Kansai region has a completely different style from Tokyo. It's a bit like the differences between northern and southern China. People in Osaka are more proactive and down-to-earth. Osaka has a lot of delicious food, and it's much cheaper than in Tokyo. In the conveyor sushi restaurant downstairs from where I was staying, I could eat well for just $10, and most of the food was delicious. Japanese cuisine made me not want to leave!
One afternoon, I went to a gay sauna called SPORTS MEN'S CLUB in a small alley in Osaka. I remember the entrance fee for this sauna was based on age, older guests paid more. This sauna was large, and the restroom was equipped with shower hoses for rinsing anus. Overnight accommodation was also available.
The Kansai Japanese in the sauna seemed much more proactive than those in Tokyo. I remember seeing a very handsome and shy guy (later I found out he was a Korean tourist in Japan, let's call him K). We made eye contact many times, but neither of us was willing to take the initiative to move forward. Under the dim red lights in the hall, many people were being intimate on tatami mats. I remember participating, but the details have faded from my memory.
While preparing to return to Hong Kong at Osaka airport, I unexpectedly ran into K in the crowd. We were both quite surprised to see each other, but the second meeting was not so awkward. We happily chatted at the airport for a while and exchanged contact information, likely using LINE, which is commonly used by Japanese people. Later, LINE was banned in China, and I lost contact with K. He was really handsome; in my eyes, he was much more attractive than many Korean male stars with heavy makeup. I hope to meet him again in Seoul someday!