My Gay Experience in Japan [OVVOu5tRRI8]

Hello and welcome back to a new video. So

today I want to talk about the time that I

had a bit of an intimate experience with

another guy in Japan. So as most of you

know already, I am a straight guy, but

there was this one time in Japan that I

did something kind of not very straight,

and I thought I would tell you the story.

So it all began all the way back in 2016

when I was a young 26-year-old man,

and I went to Japan again to try and find

a girlfriend like I usually did. But

unfortunately, at that time, because I was

against using Tinder, I thought using

Tinder was kind of lame. I guess I kind of

had a snobbish attitude when it came to

Tinder. I thought of myself as too

superior to need to stoop down to the

level of requiring a dating app to be able

to get a girlfriend. So I went to Japan

and I lived in this guest house. It was

actually the same guest house I had stayed

in 2 times before. And the plan was I was

going to stay in the guest house, make

friends. Hopefully there would be at least

one or two girls there who I'd find

attractive and who would also find me

attractive. However, things didn't quite

go to plan. It didn't really take me too

long to make friends this time because I

had previous experience of staying at

guest houses, and it didn't take me too

long to find a few girls that I found

attractive. There were these two Japanese

women I think they were about 35 or maybe

early 30s that I found very attractive.

But at the time, I didn't really have much

confidence like I do now, and I didn't

have the confidence to be able to try and

make my moves on them. So the weeks

started flying by, and then 1 month

passed, 2 months passed, and I started to

feel really depressed because I started to

realize that these women don't have any

interest in me romantically. There's no

other women in the guesthouse that I find

attractive. And at the time I didn't have

a big YouTube channel. I wasn't famous

enough to be able to rely on my YouTube

channel to get girls to meet up with me.

I think at the time I only had about 100

subscribers and I was getting about 40

views on every video. And there were no

girls that were interested in meeting me

off of YouTube. And I didn't have Tinder

and I wasn't using any dating apps or

websites for some reason. I guess at the

time I thought That it was kind of

embarrassing to have to rely on some kind

of dating app to be able to find a

girlfriend. And I thought, well, I should

be able to just get one naturally if I

stayed in a guesthouse. I started to

become so depressed that I became

completely nocturnal. I started waking up

at around 5 p.m., 6 p.m. in the afternoon,

and I was going to sleep at around 6 or 7

a.m. I would just sit in the living room

all by myself in the darkness because you

weren't allowed to sit in the living room

during the night because it had some kind

of stupid curfew. So I had to sit in the

darkness so the manager wouldn't see me

sitting there. And then as soon as

daylight started to shine through and

people started to wake up, I would leave

and then go back up to my bedroom and then

go to sleep. I felt like it was a waste of

time sitting around there when there were

people there because what's the point? I

didn't find any of them attractive, and

the only ones I did find attractive didn't

even have any interest in me. I think it

goes without saying that I was in a

really, really dark place in my life at

that point. I had one kind of friend,

this girl from Iran. We used to hang out

quite often, actually. She used to come

into my room and then we would watch

YouTube videos together. And I did try to

make my moves on her and she rejected me.

And then after that happened, we kind of

stopped hanging out together because it

was kind of weird and awkward. And then

there was this Japanese guy, and I've

known him since 2011. The first

time I moved into that guesthouse was all

the way back in 2011 when I went to Japan

on the working holiday visa and I worked

in a convenience store. He was there, and

funnily, 5 years later he was still there.

So I knew him from before and we were kind

of friends and we would hang out

sometimes. And one night I was up as

usual because I didn't sleep during the

night, and I was using the computers in

the main hallway. They had a bunch of

computers that anyone could use, and I was

sitting there watching YouTube videos,

and it was about 1 AM in the night, and he

came home, came back to the guest house,

back from work or drinking. I don't know

where he came from. Anyway, he came back

and then he started standing behind me,

and this is kind of weird, but he started

touching me. He was originally a very

touchy person, but this time he was more

touchy than usual, and he started

putting his hands onto my body in places

that I wasn't really used to guys placing

their hands onto. And I guess I did feel

kind of uncomfortable, and I did try and

stop him from doing what he was doing,

but he was very insistent. He kept putting

his hands back. He was very cheeky and

playful, and I don't think he understood

that I didn't really want him to be

touching me like that. I felt kind of

embarrassed because there was some other

guy nearby doing his ironing, and I

thought he could see us. He probably could

see us, and I felt kind of embarrassed

that he might be able to see us and he

might be watching. But I didn't really

know what to do because I'm not a very

confrontational person. If people are

doing stuff to me that I don't like, I

don't really have the confidence to just

say, no, can you stop this? I'm just not

really the kind of person to tell people

to stop doing something firmly. I guess I

should really learn how to be like that.

It's not very nice to be a walkover all of

the time. Anyway, this whole little

contest of him trying to touch me and me

trying to stop him from touching me went

on for about 10 or 15 minutes, and

eventually he gave up and he stopped

trying to touch me and he just sat down

next to me. And I thought, oh, thank God

he stopped. And then he just started

talking to me, which I thought was nice

because I was really lonely at the time

because I felt like no one else wanted to

talk to me. And then he asked me if I

wanted to go up to his room. I said, no,

obviously I don't want to go up to your

room. Why would I want to go up to your

room? And then he said, oh, okay, do you

want to go to the park instead? Because

there was a park right next to the

guesthouse. And I thought, hmm, Maybe

coming to the park could be nice. Be nice

to go outside, walk around, and, you know,

have a chat about things. Now, I had the

impression that we were just going to go

to the park as friends and just hang out,

maybe get some beers, have a drink, you

know, talk about life and stuff and

relationships. But he had other things in

mind. So we went to the park and we sat

down on a bench, and then guess what? He

started touching me again and I thought,

oh, for God's sake, I thought we just

finished doing all of this and now you're

starting again. And at that point I was

kind of tired. I ran out of energy to

resist and I stopped resisting and I just

let him do what he wanted to do. And as

you can imagine, things didn't just end

with touching. He ended up giving me a

Boris Johnson right in the middle of the

park. And luckily there were no people

around and it was really dark. The main

problem was it was summer in Japan, and if

you've been to Japan in the summer, then

you'll know how much of a problem

mosquitoes are. And I got bitten all

over my buttocks by mosquitoes, and it was

just so bloody itchy. I have kind of a— an

allergic reaction to Japanese mosquitoes,

and when I get bitten in Japan, I usually

get this big swelling, and I started

getting all these big swellings around my

buttock area and my thighs. When you're

going to a park in Japan in summer where

all the mosquitoes are hanging out, it's

really not a good idea to be exposing your

skin like that. Anyway, so he started

giving me a Boris Johnson right there on

the spot, and I guess I didn't really mind

too much. I didn't try and stop him. I

just kind of let him do it because Because

I was feeling kind of depressed and lonely

and I wasn't getting any action with

women. And I thought, well, this is the

closest I'm going to get to action. I

guess he's not a bad looking guy. He kind

of looks like a girl. He's a bit of a

feminine looking person. I closed my eyes

and when I closed my eyes and I tried to

block out the fact that he's a guy, you

know, actually it wasn't too bad. I would

even rate it right up there in my top 3

Boris Johnson's that I've received. I

guess because he's used to being intimate

with guys like that, he's probably

experienced and he knows how to do it

properly, unlike some of my exes.

Anyway, he did it for about 10 minutes,

and I guess I'd be lying if I said that I

did not enjoy it. It was pretty good, to

be honest. But I couldn't forget— I

couldn't ignore the fact that he was a

guy, so that was kind of weird for me. He

asked me if I wanted to finish and I said

no thanks because I didn't really feel

like it. I felt like it would be too much

effort to try and finish. And then he

asked me one final time if I wanted to go

up to his room for you know what. Again,

I said no, I don't think so. And then I

said I'm gonna go back to the guest house

now because I'm tired. And then we just

said goodbye and we parted ways. He went

back to his room, I went back to mine.

And that was it, really. Looking back in

hindsight, sometimes I do wonder what it

would have been like if I went to his

room. I wonder what would have happened if

I accepted his offer, his invitation to

his room. Maybe I would have enjoyed it.

I don't know. Maybe it would have just

been very, very weird.