My Gay Experience With A Japanese Guy

Hey, so I just wanted to make this video

to talk about this time that I let a

Japanese guy give me a blowjob. Now, I

think that a lot of you have already heard

this story because a certain other

YouTuber decided to make a parody about me

and he mentioned it, but he also decided

to change a few details. So I want to make

this video to set the record straight and

tell you what actually happened. So last

year when I went to Japan, I stayed at

this guesthouse, the same guesthouse that

I always stay at, because The first time I

went to that guesthouse, I had such a

great time. I found it really easy to find

a girlfriend, and I had lots of friends,

and it was probably the most fun time in

my entire life. So I thought, why don't I

go back to the same guesthouse and maybe I

can recreate those same experiences?

Well, I was wrong, and it was probably the

most depressing time in my whole life. I

didn't find any of the girls at the

guesthouse to be attractive, and none of

them paid any attention to me. There was

one Japanese lady that I really liked. I

have a photo of her.

I thought she was really pretty. I felt

really attracted to her. Every time I saw

her, I felt like my heart skipped a beat,

but she was like way above my league. I

felt like she was very sophisticated and

mature, and I think she was about 34 years

old, so she was a bit older than me. And I

don't really feel like— I didn't feel like

she saw me as like a man. I'm pretty sure

she just saw me as like a little boy,

like her little brother. We did talk quite

a few times. For example, we talk when we

was making dinner. Sometimes we would sit

together and eat together, but after like

6 weeks or something, I kind of realized

that nothing was going to happen between

us. It was obvious she didn't have any

feelings for me. I don't really get on

well with super serious, mature people. I

feel like I would really like to have a

girlfriend who has the same sense of humor

as me, who has the same immaturity level

as me, but those kinds of girls are kind

of rare, I think. And apart from that

Japanese lady, I didn't find anyone else

to be attractive at all. And none of them

were paying any attention to me apart from

that Iranian girl, which I made a video

before. The one that rejected my offer of

sexual intercourse. So after I got

rejected, I just— I kind of gave up

completely. I just felt like it was

useless. For some strange reason, when I

was actually in Japan, I didn't use any

online dating websites. I didn't go onto

japancupid.com. I didn't try Tinder. I

didn't try anything. I just gave up. It's

strange because when I'm in the UK, I use

dating websites all the time, but when I'm

actually in Japan, the thought of using

dating websites doesn't really cross my

mind. That's my biggest regret of the

whole trip last year, that I didn't use

any online dating websites when I was

actually in Japan, and I just kind of gave

up and entered this state of depression

because I couldn't find a girlfriend at

the guesthouse. Now that I think about it,

it's really stupid. And if I decide to go

back to Japan again sometime in the future

and stay long-term for a few months like I

used to do, in a guesthouse, I'm

definitely gonna sign up to all the dating

websites and go on Tinder and just do

everything I can to try and find someone

because I'm a desperate guy. So after

realizing that nothing was going to happen

with that older Japanese lady, and after

getting rejected by that Iranian girl,

and after realizing that 90% of the girls

at the guesthouse were pretty ugly, I

entered this complete state of depression

and I became completely nocturnal. I was

sleeping from 10 AM until 7 or 8 PM,

just avoiding as many people as I could

during the day. And I would wake up in the

evening and I'd end up staying up all

night. And because at the guest house

after midnight they would close off the

living room, there was nowhere to go apart

from the corridors. Well, there's one

corridor, and in the corridor they had

computers. So I used to sit at the

computers in the corridor pretty much all

night, all by myself. It was so freaking

lonely. And there was this bisexual

Japanese guy who I've known for like 6

years. I actually met him for the first

time at that same guest house. He's been

living at the same guest house for like 6

years of his life. I used to think that

was really cool because when I was in my

early 20s, my dream was to live at the

guest house forever because it was really

easy to hook up with girls. But as I grew

older, I started to realize how great it

is to have privacy, how nice it is not to

have to share a shower and a kitchen and a

living area with like 100 other people

because It was disgusting and dirty.

Anyway, this Japanese guy, he used to come

home really late at like 1 AM or 2 AM in

the night. I guess his work finished

really late, and sometimes he would sit

next to me at the computers and we would

chat for like 10 or 15 minutes and then he

would go to sleep. But one night he came

home at like 2 AM and I was at the

computers and we started talking a bit,

and he like— he was standing behind me and

he started like touching my hair, like

stroking it. And at the time I was feeling

really depressed and like low on energy,

and I just didn't have any energy in me to

like resist him. And he started to become

very forward, like very touchy and

physical. He started putting his hands

down my shirt and like touching my

nipples. And I felt really uncomfortable

about this, and I told him to stop, but he

wouldn't listen and kept doing it. I

wasn't very forceful. I was just like,

stop doing that, stop it. I wasn't like,

get off me, you fuck. But he was very

persistent and he didn't stop, and he kept

getting more and more like aggressive with

what he was doing. And since he was like a

long-term friend of mine, I didn't want to

disappoint him or make him upset because

I'm a very polite person and I like to

please people. I don't like to make people

upset. I don't like to tell people no. I

find it very difficult to say no to

people. So he kept touching my nipples and

his hands kept going lower and lower, and

he kept trying to put his hands down my

trousers, which I stopped, I put my arm

across and I blocked his hand from going

down. And after a while he got the message

and he just stopped doing it and he sat

down next to me. And he kept asking me if

I wanted to go up to his room to have sex

and I kept saying no. So then he said, do

you want to go to the park? And I thought

we were just gonna go to the park and like

walk around and talk. What I wanted to do

was talk because I was so lonely and

depressed. I just wanted someone to talk

to. So I said yes. So we went to the park.

It was like 2 AM, midnight. No one was

around. We went to the park and we sat

down at this bench and I thought we were

just gonna sit there and chat for a while,

but he had other ideas. He started like

touching me again and he asked me if I— if

he could give me a blowjob. And I was just

feeling so lonely and depressed and

sexually frustrated at that time. I just

said, okay, fine. I just like gave in and

let him do what he wanted to. So I took

down my trousers in this park in the

middle of the night and he started doing

it. And it was really weird. I felt really

uncomfortable. I didn't really enjoy it at

all, but he was very good at doing it, so

it did actually feel good. And to be

honest, there's not really any difference

between a man's mouth and a woman's mouth,

so it feels the same. It was a bit tricky

to stay erect the whole time because I

wasn't feeling aroused at all. I don't

really find the male body to be sexually

arousing. So I had to like imagine a

woman doing it the whole time. I know it's

kind of weird. Anyway, after like 10

minutes of doing this, he asked me if I

wanted to cum and I said no because it was

just too much effort to cum and I didn't

really feel like I could actually cum in

his mouth because I wasn't feeling

sexually aroused at all. So we finished

and he kept asking me if I wanted to go

back up to his room to have sex and I kept

saying no. I felt like having full-blown

sex with a guy would be just too weird.

It would be like taking it too far. So I

said no and I declined, and we went back

to the guesthouse. He went to his room and

I went to my room, and I think I went to

the toilet and I like washed my privates

because it was kind of gross, to be

honest. I don't think I'm gay or bisexual

just because I had that experience. I was

just really bored at the time and I was

curious to see if I would like it or not.

I don't feel embarrassed or ashamed about

this experience because I have nothing

against homosexuality. I think that people

should be able to do whatever they want as

long as no one's getting hurt and both

parties or all parties are consenting and

no one's underage. I wouldn't say that I'm

gay or bisexual just because I had this

experience. It's kind of like saying,

imagine if a person tries out one

cigarette, it doesn't make them a smoker.

That's like the only analogy I can come up

with right now. I wasn't sure if I wanted

to make this video because I'm expecting a

whole bunch of homophobic people to

unsubscribe after watching this video,

and that's fine. If you're that kind of

narrow-minded person, then maybe I don't

really want you watching my videos, so

bye-bye. I think this is one of my most

favorite food, char siu bao. I don't know

if I'm pronouncing it right, probably not,

but it's like a bun with pork inside. It

just looks like bread with, um, a meat

filling. And there's ducks out there

waiting for food. I'm not gonna give

you anything. They've been eating too much

bread, and bread isn't very good for

ducks. So, um, you put it in a steamer

and— and you

put water in it and you leave it in there

for about 15 minutes until it goes nice

and soft, and then you eat it!