As I take my place in front of the screen, eagerly awaiting my next encounter with this Japanese man on man action, I let my imagination run wild.The camera zooms in on his muscular form, the definition of a modern Japanese man.His smooth skin glistens with oil, every curve and contour perfectly formed.He runs his hands through his hair, his face breaking into a mischievous grin as he catches sight of the viewers eyes.In the background, a tranquil Japanese garden flourishes, the sounds of nature providing a soothing backdrop to our erotic spectacle.As he takes off his clothes, every piece falls away like silk beneath his fingertips, revealing an inch of his cock.I swallow hard, my heart racing.The moment Ive been waiting for has finally arrived.This mans cock stretches upwards towards the heavens, an impressive 7 inches piercing the air.Its thick at its base, tapering elegantly before reaching its head.It glimmers, casting a golden light against his toned flesh.My eyes widen as I reach out, my hand finding the hot skin of his manhood.I wrap around him tightly, pulling my hand back and forth across his cock.The pleasure courses through me, my body trembling.The camera cuts to his body, his abs rippling with every movement.With every stroke of my hand, he moans into the screen, letting loose his primal desires.Our breaths match each other, our bodies becoming more entwined.As the scene reaches its climax, the camera zooms in on his face, his expression one of pure ecstasy as his cock explodes.White semen sprays across his body, covering himself in a glittery mess.My own cum drips from my cock, drenching my hand in wet pleasure as I continue to jack off, watching my own cum explode onto the camera lens.I take a deep breath, feeling the exhaustion of this intense orgasm, yet I still feel this burning urge to continue.The camera captures the two of us now, fully clothed, facing each other in the center of the garden.Our bodies stand side by side, chest touching chest, mouth meeting mouth in a tender kiss.As the sun begins to set, casting the garden in shades of pink and orange, we part ways.With tears streaming down his face, the man reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small key.He locks the gate behind him, ensuring we wont come here again.The sound of the metal grinding sends a chill down my spine.But what could this key mean? Why would a beautiful, naked man lock us out of the most beautiful Japanese garden Ive ever seen?