During the time I was stationed in Japan I was fortunate to have found this gorgeous young stud.

His name was Toshi; he was a student and lived with his widowed mother in the rear of her gift shop in downtown Tokyo. Please read A Beautiful Japanese Lover: l946 - 1947 before you read this, then you will understand it better. Toshi and I were lovers during those years. The year was l946 and I was l8 years old when we met. I was a slender but muscular and very horny gay guy, with very dark wavy red hair, a few freckles and blue eyes, so in Japan I really did stick out! I have always taken good care of my body and still do, so I was able to meet some beautiful studs and have wonderful sex with them.

Since I was in the army and was stationed a few miles outside of Tokyo, I could hop on a train and visit the city. I often would go to Tokyo on the weekends. Once there I would take a room at the American Army hotel, take a shower, and visit Toshi and his mother. Toshi's mother would be attending her store in the front of the building, while Toshi and I would be in their living quarters. Toshi would brew green tea and we would have our hot tea and enjoy each other's company. We just enjoyed being together and sharing our lives. I would almost go crazy, wanting to hold Toshi in my arms and kiss his beautiful lips and face. I could not since we were afraid that his mother might open a door and see us.

Toshi and I would go for walks and I often looked for a spot where I could hold this beautiful lad and kiss him. Hey, forget it! Tokyo was so crowded even at midnight it was crowded. We could never find any back streets or parks that were not filled with the crowd. Once I pushed him into a doorway and kissed him, only to find that two men were watching us. So we could never find a spot that was safe enough to kiss, much less have any sex.

I could only have sex with Toshi when we went away for a weekend and we were in a private room in a hotel or inn. However, when we were alone like that, we had some very hot sex! So on those other cold winter nights, I would visit Toshi and we would "date.” I would pick him up and we would walk to the American hotel for our dinners, but I could not take him up to my room. I could take Toshi into the dining room and we would enjoy our dinners together, share a lot of laughs, then walk to the Ernie Pyle Theater and watch an American movie together. In the darkness of the theater, I could some times hold his hand or rub my leg against his, but with a hundred eyes watching, we had to be very careful.

When we could, I would sell a pack of cigarettes on the black market and this provided me with enough money for us to spend a weekend together in some hotel or inn away from the city. The inn we both loved very much was located in a village that was about 2 hours by train from Tokyo. It was located in the mountains and had a wonderful hot spring delivering hot mineral water to the bathing tub. I was just