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Typhoon Man-yi hit Okinawa Friday, and may cross Tokyo Bay early Sunday. Many people here stocked up on basic supplies for the impending storm. I reacted to this news by cruising a gay sauna late yesterday afternoon in Shinjuku.
Known as 24 Kaikan, the sauna is in a low-key neighborhood, not far from Takashimaya Times Square, on the east side of the Shinjuku Station in Tokyo, the nation’s busiest commuter station.
My sense of direction in any Tokyo neighborhood is not keen, so I was easily lost. Yet I was sensible and asked a policeman for directions to the gay sauna; not something I’d ever consider in the U.S. Regardless of language barriers, Japanese officials like policemen and train conductors are culturally bound to be of service.
“First traffic light, go right,” the young policeman said, in that quaint, broken-English which can never quite pronounce the letter l. “Next traffic light, go right. Very famous place.”
On my way, I passed the modest Shinjuku Park, where gaijin prostitutes – typically Korean and Filipinos, tried to score with weak-willed salarymen on their way to the after hour bars; and low-life drug dealers offered an overpriced escape for males not interested in Asian pussy. Two policemen stood nearby as symbols of propriety, yet they did nothing to spoil these scenes.
A block away, I found 24 Kaikan, with the entrance on the second floor of a seven story red brick building. Like anywhere in the Far East, one must remove shoes upon entrance to a private setting, even a male whorehouse. In contrast to this classy etiquette, there were vivid posters on the walls of the lobby, depicting attractive young cum-guzzlers, sucking the thick, swollen cocks of slightly older, butch Japanese men.
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