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I'm Bayou, and am currently working as a full time illustrator at a publisher in Bandung, but does freelance illustration too in my free time.
I'm also a mangaka, a doujinka, a writer, and a blogger.
This blog is only one of my blogs that contain BL stories I've made this far.
I may not be able to publish it professionally,
but I'm happy to share it here with you.
Anyway, most of the characters in this story are based on real people.
Even the names were taken partly from their original names and converted into Japanese.
Their characterizations are close or very similar with the real person.
Though in reality they're not gays; but sometimes these people gives a lot of BL hints without realizing it themselves.
The characters are indeed based on real people,
but most of the sequence, and the whole story of it are FICTION.
Please keep in mind that I'm not making any biography here. XDD
Part 4 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING : Hardcore sex scene! Read at your own risk! -----------------------------------------------------------------------
Shogo slumped on the bed, face down, breathing hard with cum stained his hand and the sheet. His body jumped when he heard the door creacked open and a footstep closing by.
"You call?" Takashi suddenly open the door and came into the bedroom. "I bought dinner for the two of us—" he stopped at the enticing display on the bed.
His partner was butt-naked, masturbating alone, and came by calling his name. Now his eyes bewildered in surprised and shame.
"I see that you've been busy alone without me, Sho-chan," Takashi teased with an amused look on his face, standing by the door with both hands on his hips.
Shogo curled into a ball and hid his face on the bed, feeling totally embarrassed.
Takashi chuckled and put the plastic bag on the floor before approaching the bed, and sat on it. The bed creaked as Takashi's weight was pressing on it, he stretched his body over his lover's and whispered in his ear, "So, you're not having enough with that treat we had earlier in the office, aren't you?" he touched Shogo's butt and made him winched.
Takashi trailed his partner's body from bottom up, slipping his hand into his shirt, trailing up to find the small perky bud on his chest. And when he found it, he fondled it with his thumb and middle finger, and teased it with his index finger's nail. Kissing the back of his neck along the way.
"Hnnh..." Shogo moaned.
Takashi smiled and pulled Shogo's shoulder so he would reveal his face, reluctantly, he turned his head to face Takashi. His eyes were dreamy and full of lust, his face blushed, and his mouth parted as if it was inviting Takashi to give him a kiss. This amused Takashi more, since Shogo was always expressionless and he had quite a hard time to figure out what was really in his mind.
Takashi leaned forward and gave Shogo a deep kiss, which directly replied by the other man by slipping his tongue in.
This surprised Takashi, since Shogo was never this wanton before, but he didn't actually mind. He wrapped his arms around Shogo's back and moved on top of him. His fingers skillfully unbuttoned Shogo's shirt while the other party unzipped his jacket and pulled it down. Takashi let go of Shogo's shirt so he could slip his jacket out of his arms. They broke the kiss for a while, as Shogo pulled up Takashi's t-shirt over his head and Takashi lifted Shogo's body to pull off his shirt after. They both moved in a quick precise movement since they both knew exactly what to do and had been 'rehearsed' this scene over and over for almost 10 years.
Shogo unbuckled Takashi's belt and undid his pants, without bothered pulling it down, he took out the half-erect cock of his partner, leaning forward and took the shaft into his mouth.
Takashi grinned and brush his hand into Shogo's short hair, stroked it gently.
"My, my, aren't you enthusiastic today?" he said.
Shogo's breathing was hard and short, he glanced up to look at his partner without pulling the cock off his mouth. With his face flushed and dreamy eyes like that, Takashi thought Shogo looked very cute, despite of his build that was larger than him.
"Damn you with that sexy look of yours," Takashi cursed, he was getting larger inside Shogo's mouth.
"Hmmh...!"
Shogo felt the shaft was growing in his mouth and pulled out while coughing. The insatiable cock was filling his mouth and made him hard to breathe.
"You're getting bigger," he said, pouting.
"I know. You're the one who made it that way. Want me to put it in?" Takashi snickered.
Shogo paused for a moment before he nodded bashfully, made the other man wanted to fuck him good and hard in an instant, but he decided to tease him a little.
Takashi lay down on the bed, propping his body with both of his elbows.
"On the second thought, why don't you put it in yourself?" he said, with the most devilish smirk plastered on his face.
Shogo hesitated for a while but he was too horny to act all bashful, he moved on top of Takashi and positioned his hole over the tip of Takashi's cock. He wasn't stretched properly, but he didn't care. It hurt a little when he pushed down to swallow Takashi's cock inside him, but his body remembered his shape very well, and it didn't take too long for him to feel good when he started moving and rubbing Takashi's cock into his pleasurable spot.
"Oh god!" Takashi moaned in excitement, "What in the hell got in to you today? You're like a wild cat—not that I mind, though."
Shogo didn't answer and kept driving himself into pleasure, he moved his hip and swallowed Takashi's cock down to its hilt, squeezing his inner wall hard, milking his partner's nectar and made dirty squelching sounds from it.
"Shit!" Takashi cursed, "Don't squeeze any harder, or I'll cum."
Shogo gave his sly smile, a very seductive one. The rare smile he ever had and it only aroused Takashi more and more.
Takashi reached out to his partner, stroked his cheek before putting his fingers inside Shogo's mouth, opening it.
"Make more sound, Sho-chan," he said, "You've been holding it for a while now."
Shogo stubbornly shook his head.
Takashi laughed through his nose, "Very well, then I'll have to make you to," and he started to thrust in sync with Shogo's movement.
Surprised by this sudden action, Shogo couldn't restrain his voice any longer.
"Wai... Taka... Ah!"
"That's it, let me hear that sexy voice of yours," Takashi grinned.
He got up to sitting position and licked Shogo's nipple that was presented before his face. He nibbled, licked, bite, and sucked. And each time he did, a series of moan would slip out of Shogo's mouth.
"Taka... hnn... stop that... no... ah!"
"No I won't. You're making a good sound each time I tease you."
"You're being mean..." Shogo wrapped his arms around Takashi's neck and grip a handful of his hair and pulled it back.
"Ouch! Hey, don't pull my hair," Takashi protested.
"Serves you right," Shogo said. Yet, he leaned forward and gave Takashi a deep kiss.
His kiss slipped when Takashi started to ram him deep and hard, he clung on Takashi's shoulder as if his life was depend on it. Takashi rose and toppled Shogo over to the bed and topped him. He lifted both of Shogo's legs on his shoulder and entered deeper. Both of his hands were playing Shogo's nipples, pinching, flicking, and rubbing it. Shogo gasped and moaned and he had difficulties catching his breaths since the stimulation was too pleasurable to handle.
"That's it, moan harder for me. I can cum just by hearing your sweet voice only. Hnnh! I'm almost there..."
"Wait, Takashi! No... Agh! Hnngh!! Ah...!"
Takashi was close to come, his hip move faster and the thrusts were getting deeper and shorter. He leaned forward and bent Shogo almost in double and pumped hard. And finally, he pulled out almost all of his cock and gave one final hard ram and spasm as his thick hot liquid shot deep within Shogo's inside. While Shogo, who was too absorbed by the pleasure, came a split second later even without touching his penis.
In the peak of the heat and the intense sex, Shogo fainted under his partner's embrace.
Kyou saw Mochidzuki's eyes bewildered when he saw him in the office where it wasn't suppose to be his shift. So he was right, Mochidzuki deliberately came on that day to avoid Kyou's shift on the next day.
And what's with the attitude? Kyou was obviously making himself clearly visible, but Mochidzuki pretended that he didn't see anything by averting his eyes and act all cool. Mochidzuki walked directly to Shinjo Eiki's desk and talked to him, ignoring Kyou who was standing only 10 feet away.
That had ticked Kyou's nerve.
Why there was no sense of remorse from him? He was supposed to feel guilty for ruining a cherry-boy—and a friend—against his will! And what Kyou needed was only a simple "I'm sorry," and all would be forgiven.
Fine! He could be as stubborn as he wanted, but in that case, Kyou would make sure that he would get Mochidzuki apologized to him!
Mochidzuki seemed to briefly instructed Shinjo about the illustration he ordered, while infrequently stole some glances at Kyou, as if he wanted to make sure that he hadn't left yet. When their eyes accidentally met, Kyou gave him a cold stare, and then reverted his eyes back at Seiichi; changing his attitude 180 degrees and laughing happily with the other man.
When Kyou saw a frown shown on Mochidzuki's face, he felt a little bit satisfied.
So he did notice him.
Kyou realized that the push-away treatment would have Mochidzuki became more inquisitive, and soon he would come to him. He just needed to be patient and wait.
Being overly kind to other people for so long, made Kyou never realized that he actually had a little bit of a sadist part in him. And Mochidzuki was just happened to accidentally switched-on the trigger last night by infuriating Kyou.
When Mochidzuki was done with Shinjo, he moved and talked to Kanoe. Kyou overheard him saying, "Is the meeting room free? I want to borrow it for a second."
Kyou pretended he didn't hear anything and still chatted with Seiichi. He thought that Mochidzuki was still had another business with someone else—maybe a guest—that he had to borrow the meeting room. Kyou was actually impatient waiting Mochidzuki to approach and talk to him, but to wait a little more wouldn't hurt for his plan to work properly.
After discussing for a little while, Kanoe finally gave Mochidzuki permission; and he straightforwardly approaching the surprised Kyou and dragged him by force to the meeting room.
"Heey!" Kyou protested by stubbornly tensing his body up and refusing to go.
Mochidzuki tightened his grip on Kyou's arm and dug his nails into the boy's biceps so hard it made Kyou yelped in pain and finally given in to Mochidzuki's will.
Pretending that he had lost the fight, he secretly smiled as the smaller man dragged him into the meeting room.
"What in the hell are you doing here?" Mochidzuki affront him after he slammed the door shut.
"If you haven't noticed, I work here," Kyou replied irritatedly.
"Not that, I mean what are you doing here today?"
"Well, I have some business with Sei—I mean—Arisawa-senpai. And why are you mad at me? I'm the one who was supposed to be mad at you!"
Mochidzuki ignored Kyou's protest.
"Can't you meet him somewhere outside the office?"
That was a childish thing to say, and it's very easy for Kyou to counterattack it.
"Arisawa-senpai and I have different schedule, so meeting him outside is a rare chance. That's why I came here. I didn't expect to see your face today, especially after what you've done to me last night!"
A little lie, but had to be done to protect his pride.
Mochidzuki was taken aback by Kyou’s words.
Kyou sighed. "If you don’t have any business with me, I'm leaving," Kyou turned away and walk toward the door.
He was fishing, and he just threw the bait into the water.
Mochidzuki stopped him by the hand. "No, I do still have business with you."
There was a moment of pause before Mochidzuki continued. Kyou secretly smiled again; the fish had bit the bait.
"Sleep with me again."
It took Kyou a few seconds to digest the words.
"What?"
"I said, I want you to sleep with me again," Mochidzuki repeated his words.
Now this wasn't exactly expected in coming, Kyou's eyes widened hearing these words; the fishing cord broke, and the fish had freed himself.
"Are you out of your mind?! I—I don't have time to play pranks with you. I'm leaving!" Kyou was serious this time and he was really leaving.
"I can make you suffer if you refused."
Kyou stooped, he turned and squinted his eyes, "Are you... threatening me?"
"I am," Mochidzuki answered, there’s a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "I can really make you and your family suffers, you know I can do it."
Kyou briefly knew that Mochidzuki was somewhat related to one of the Yakuza clan, and he did have some pretty important influence in it. If he wanted, he could force his way in, and used his Yakuza family to make someone went bankrupt to the last dime he had, and threw him and his family off the street.
Kyou sighed and pressed his nasal bridge with his thumb and forefinger.
"You can threat me as much as you want, but my family is already poor. We don't have anything to lose."
"But you still have a small field and a house, don't you? If those were taken away, I wonder if your parents and siblings could survive on the street?"
Kyou's ear buzzed hearing this, as if there were a thousand bees swarming around it.
Anyone could treat him as bad as they can, but he wouldn't be angry. That little incident last night could only get into his nerve a little. But no one could mess with his family; it was a landmine that nobody could ever step on. And hearing his family being threatened made the boy furious.
"Don't you DARE!" Kyou shouted and grabbed Mochidzuki by his collar.
Mochidzuki seemed a little shocked by this, he never saw Kyou this angry, moreover to raise his voice like that. But getting on Kyou's nerve meant that he assaulted the right spot to gain his victory.
"I told you I can," said Mochidzuki calmly, brushing Kyou's grip off his clothes. "Sleep with me, and I can provide you anything you wanted; money, clothes, toys, food, and of course; pleasure... Don't you think it's a good bargain? Besides, you don’t have anything to lose anymore, don't you?"
Mochidzuki was pointing at Kyou's virginity that he had lost last night.
Kyou gritted his teeth in anger, "I don't think that you're running out of sex buddies with that pretty face of yours. So, why me?"
Mochidzuki walked closer to the boy until there was no space between them.
"No other men could satisfy me like you and your big buddy here," Mochidzuki smiled slyly and grabbed Kyou's manhood over his jeans, made Kyou gasped in surprise.
"Tsk! I'm not a man-whore..." Kyou said in sharp tone, blushing while shoving Mochidzuki's hand away from his crotch.
"Opposing me won't do you any good," Mochidzuki smirked devilishly.
Kyou stared at Mochidzuki in disbelief. The man in front of him was like another man that he never knew. He thought he understood him entirely, with all those chat and heart to heart conversation. But apparently there were still many things about this man that he didn't know.
"Where did that kind Mochidzuki-san go?" he asked.
Mochidzuki seemed a bit hurt by that, but he put his brave front again.
"Oh, he didn't go anywhere," Mochidzuki said, "He just took off his façade mask he wore to hide his true self."
Kyou noticed the changed of Mochidzuki's expression; even it was shown only for a split second.
Partly believed in what he said, Kyou observed Mochidzuki's eyes, searching lies in there. But it seemed that he wasn't lying; although it wasn't entirely true. There was a trace of hesitation flutter in those big solemn eyes. This so-he-called Mochidzuki Maou's true-self might be mean, but he was sure that the kind and gentle old Mochidzuki wasn't a fake either; that all the smile and laughter they had shared before was genuine.
Then Kyou understand, just like him, Mochidzuki might hold onto his pride himself. It just like the way he was, wasn't it? So stubborn to accept his own mistakes and apologized. And threatening Kyou like this was just one of his ways to have all of him, since he was too conceited to admit it. Or it might also be that he didn't even realize his true feelings himself.
Kyou sighed; taming Mochidzuki might be harder than he thought. Of course, there's no way a demon lord could accept his defeat that easily.
But fine, if he wanted it the hard way, he would fight the hard way too.
If Mochidzuki wanted him, Kyou would give himself down to the bones. With that, he'd make sure that Mochidzuki couldn't live without him. When that time came, he would have Mochidzuki apologized and made him to admit his love.
"Fine. I'll sleep with you," said Kyou.
"There, it settled then," Mochidzuki said in satisfaction, "How much do you want?" he asked.
"Huh?"
"How much money do you want each time I ask you to sleep with me?"
Mochidzuki spelled his words one by one in mocking tone because Kyou seemed slow in assimilating those words.
Indeed that it was hard for Kyou to digested it, and he was disgusted by the words since it's condescended him. He grabbed Mochidzuki's face by the chin and looked deep inside his eyes.
"I'm not whoring myself to you," he said in sharp tone, "I also don't give a shit about your fucking money! I only agreed to sleep with you for the sake of my family, and nothing more!"
Kyou let go of Mochidzuki's chin and shoved him back before he turned around and left. But he stopped by the door.
"In exchange for your money, you can give me partly my freedom," he talked over his shoulder. "Meaning, you can call me anytime you want to fuck, and I will fuck you if I’m not busy. So you just have to adjust your need to my schedule. And oh, one more thing; no kissing either"
Kyou opened and left after slamming the door behind him.
By Bayou --------------------------------------------------- Part 5 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING : Hardcore sex scene! Read at your own risk! -----------------------------------------------------------------------
At first, he was only intended to admire the alluring body that captured his eyes...
The concierge was kind enough to help him carrying Kyou and laid him on the bed. He left the suite with satisfied smile after Mochidzuki gave him a generous tip of a ten thousand yen.
After hearing the door closed shut, he started stripping down Kyou's jacket and t-shirt that was hiding that well defined chest and abs he saw that day—and threw it recklessly on the floor. He touched the naked skin; it felt leathery and smooth. The touch made Kyou moaned a little, surprising Mochidzuki who automatically yanked back his hand in retrieval.
He observed the calm face of Kyou; it seemed that he was just mumbling in his sleep. Confirming that the boy didn't wake up, he continued tracing the perfectly sculpted body with his hands. Started with his face, though it's not gorgeous enough to be called handsome, Kyou had an attractive manly face figure; thick eyebrows, slanted eyes with piercing look of an eagle—yet they were always looked kind. His nose was big and tall, placed above a pair of lips that were so thin; it barely visible when he closed his mouth. He also had strong jaw that always covered with unshaven stubble. If he was a little bit tidier, he could look more striking. Finished tracing Kyou's face, Mochidzuki's hand trailed down to his neck, broad shoulder, rough collarbone, supple chest, hard abs, and then his hand stopped at the waistline of Kyou’s jeans.
It was very tempting to peek at the boy's manhood that was seen bulged invitingly inside his jeans. Gulping down his saliva, he undid Kyou's jeans and unzipping his fly; revealing a childishly cute Spongebob Squarepants briefs. Mochidzuki chuckled at Kyou's weird taste, it would've been better if it was an ordinary plain white briefs, but since it was a weirdly cute taste, it was forgiven.
He noticed that a small amount of his pubic hair peeked over the briefs waistline, inviting him to see more of it. His breathing was getting harder as he pulled down the yellow briefs and exposed the limp bigger-than-normal circumcised manhood.
The skin underneath the briefs had lighter color than the rest of his tanned body. It was supposed to look silly, but Mochidzuki thought it was cute and sexy to have an untanned skin hidden in his most private part. His manhood was also in light color, it made sure that it was only occasionally used; maybe only two or three times masturbation per week, and it was definite that it was used lesser inside a woman. At his age, Mochidzuki was very sure that Kyou wasn't a virgin anymore; at least he had had sex a few times already. But it never crossed his mind that the younger man was actually still a virgin.
Mochidzuki traced the length with his finger, and then took it in his hand; its normal size was already a handful to his grip, but Kyou's hands were bigger, and it makes him wonder how big it could be when it's erect to fit in those big hands.
His hand stroked at the length and magically made it hard even though the alcohol was affecting the boy's system and it should be lowering his libido. He took the half-hard shaft into his mouth and licked the tip gently with his tongue, sucking it slowly, savoring the taste from the dripping pre-cum that started leaking off its tip.
Kyou moaned as he felt the pleasure running down his spine from the lower front side that was being played at. But he still hadn't awaken yet.
Kyou's manhood was gradually getting bigger and harder to its fully erect size; which was amazingly big, it barely fit in Mochidzuki's mouth. Deep-throated it was nearly impossible; only mouthing the thick head had his jaw tired already. The length and the thickness mesmerized him; he never saw that size owned by any man he’d ever slept with.
Now that he'd seen it, touched it, and tasted it; his lust was growing bigger and hungrier... he wanted it inside him.
He was well aware that Kyou would be woken up if he went further, he ripped the bed sheet and tied Kyou's hand over his head and knotted it to the bedpost—to prevent him from running away. He did it hastily because his own manhood was already erect and throbbing uncontrollably, and his insides were itching to be filled with Kyou's huge shaft.
He stripped himself off and tossed his clothes carelessly onto the floor before finally stripping the rest of Kyou’s remaining clothes.
There was no lubricant, and this hotel wasn't a love hotel that provided one. He was also too lazy to search for a lotion and too horny to get off the bed, so he had to think of other alternative.
He rubbed his erection to Kyou's and moistened his hands with their pre-cum and started to fingering his hole and lubricated himself. But it wasn't enough; Kyou was so big that he had to stretch himself properly or he'd be torn. Breathing hard as his desires built up; he kept rubbing their erection together until he came and caught his cum in his hand. Now he had enough lube to stretch himself.
"Ah, ah, ngh..."
His gasps were reverberated in the spacious room.
Though it was being abandoned for quite some time, Kyou's huge shaft was still standing proudly right before his eyes and inviting him to take it inside. He almost couldn't take it anymore! But he didn't want to get hurt, so he endured his hunger and stretched himself a bit longer.
When he thought he was ready, he moved and positioning himself on top of Kyou's huge shaft and lowered his body a little until the tip of Kyou's manhood touched his hole. Using his body weight, he pressed down and let the huge shaft entered. The sensation was beyond Mochidzuki's expectation; Kyou's manhood was so huge it filled him up right away, and the tip pressed the exact place of his pleasure point; made his eyes flickered with invisible fireflies and he came in an instant.
It never happened before; coming two times in a row in a very short period.
The pleasure was so intense it made Mochidzuki felt light headed and giddy. His inner side had already full with Kyou's manhood, yet, it was still not entirely in.
"Ah! Ah! Aa~ah!!" he screamed in ecstasy while trying to swallowed the huge member down to the hilt.
Mochidzuki's inner walls squeezed around the shaft so tight made it difficult to enter further; it was the depth that none of any other man's member had ever reached before. So he took his time moving his hips up and down slowly while letting Kyou's pre-cum lubricating himself from inside, and patiently making his inner walls getting familiar with the shape as it entering deeper little by little.
Kyou was wondering why he was breathing so hard it came out as gasps, and there was another incredible sensation he never had before—not even when he masturbate.
His head felt heavy and his eyes refused to open, but his mouth kept releasing series of moans and gasps, and the pleasant sensation he had from his lower part doubled his dizziness in a pleasuring way. Something heavy was weighing on him, and it wasn't because he was drunk. Another thing was wrapping tight around his most sensitive part that gave away the marvelous sensation. It took him quite a while to realize that both were related.
"Guh! Hah! Ah!"
Kyou didn't know how long he's been gasping so hard it made his throat dry. Being annoyed by it; he forced his eyes open and shocked with what he saw, it made him sober a little.
Mochidzuki was riding him and taking his manhood up his ass—connecting them together. The wet squelching sound that came from the sex they had was so dirty it embarrassed him. The moving body in front of him was beautiful it took his breaths away. The skin was pearly white, contrast with his tanned skin, and it was so slender it could be mistaken as a woman's body—but without any breasts on the chest; only cute reddish pink nipples that was perking in lust. Mochidzuki's face was flushed and his hair fell on his face unevenly, swayed in the same rhythm with his moving body; adding ten times of sexy impression of his beautiful face.
Although it felt so damn good, Kyou didn't want all of these. Not because his partner was a man, but because there was no love involved.
He wanted his first to be with someone he loved.
People might call him some conservative virgin high school girl, but he did saving his virginity until finding his truly beloved. He didn't want to have some random sex just to lose his virginity, like everybody did.
But now, not only someone was taking his virginity away, that person was a man, and the one he used to call 'friend'.
He felt betrayed!
All the bad treatment he had before was nothing compared to this!
If it was money, he could earn it back. If it was physical labor, he had more than enough strength to help and it wouldn't hurt him at all. If it were wounds, it would recover by medical treatment. And if it were lies, a single apologized was enough for him to give his forgiveness.
But what could he do if the one he lost was his virginity?
Nothing can be done to undo it!
It hurt so much, he could die from the heart ache.
The stabbing pain on his chest had returned all of his senses. He wanted to shove Mochidzuki away, but his hand was bound tightly above his head—it stung and he barely could feel his fingers. He writhed, but his hips were locked between Mochidzuki's knees and he didn't have enough strength to struggle harder to escape.
It was all because the damn alcohol’s fault!!
Mochidzuki felt this movement and realized that the boy he straddled had awakened.
"Oh, you're awake already?" he said, stopping his movement for a while.
"Mo—Mochidzuki-san... w—what are you doing??" Kyou asked in disbelief.
"Shush..."
Mochidzuki put a finger over Kyou's mouth, silencing him.
"Don't talk, just feel..."
"No!" he shouted, "Get off m—ngh!"
Kyou moaned as the other man tightening his inside around him, giving a painfully pleasure.
Mochidzuki chuckled. "See? There's no need to resist, you're definitely feeling it."
He rocked back his hips in a pleasuring slow motion that forced Kyou to release another series of moans and gasps.
"You sure have some stamina here," he said, "I’ve already came three times, yet, you still haven't. I couldn't help it though; you're so big that it filled me up right away. It felt so good, I couldn't hold it in. Sorry that I spill it on you."
Mochidzuki trailed his finger on the thick cloudy liquid that spread over Kyou's stomach. It felt gross. More than that, Kyou was surprised seeing that the older man seemed lacking of sense of embarrassment, while he was blushing beet red hearing it
"Mo—Mochidzuki-san, are you gay?" he asked between his breaths.
"Yes I am," he answered without hesitation.
"Doing this to me, d—do you like me?"
Mochidzuki laughed, "I only seek for pleasure, and your body is so tempting, I couldn't help myself not to eat you up."
Kyou's face grimed. "But you didn't ask for my permission."
"As long as it feels good, it doesn't matter, right?"
"It does matter!" Kyou shouted, "It matters a whole lot! I can't believe you're doing this to me!"
Kyou's voice trembled with anger.
Mochidzuki laughed again, "You're talking as if you were being raped! Look whose dick that sticking up my ass?"
Kyou couldn't argue that. It was him who was doing the penetrating, not the otherwise. Even if he went to the police and reported that he was raped, there was no prove of it; he'll only get laughed at.
"Why are you doing this to me? I thought we were friends..." he said in weak voice.
"Don’t be silly. We're still friends, aren't we? We're only leveling up into fuck-buddy now."
That was a cruel word to say. Kyou's heart ached hearing this; he felt that he was nothing but a mere tool to released Mochidzuki's desire.
"I don't want this..." Kyou whispered so low that it was barely heard.
Mochidzuki was too absorbed riding on the pleasure he didn't care what Kyou's thought.
Resisting the pleasure by lying still like a dead tuna*, yet his body thought the otherwise and betrayed him. The pleasure was so intense, and Mochidzuki was an expert to build up the stimulant, it doesn't take very long until Kyou was shooting his loads into Mochidzuki's hole.
"Ah... HNNH!!"
Kyou moaned as he filled him up with his semen so intense, it leaked out for its massive amount.
Mochidzuki smiled in satisfaction; he won.
"Hnnh... oh god. Look how much you've cum... Ah—you've been pent up all this time, huh?"
Having his assed filled with Kyou's thick liquid, he came for the fourth time.
"No... A—aaah!" he screamed in ecstasy and spilled the thin and almost transparent semen on Kyou's stomach; the leftover from the previous three.
Mochidzuki waited until Kyou's shaft was softened a little and slid himself out. The thick liquid leaked out from the opened hole and trailed down his thighs. Ignoring it, he moved up to untie Kyou's hand and moved down again to kiss Kyou.
Kyou shook his head to the side; refusing Mochidzuki's kiss.
"I see, no kiss if there's no love involved," Mochidzuki said in a soft tone.
The alcohol was still in his system, and after the intense sex—though he was only lying like a dead tuna, Kyou felt very tired. His blinked his eyes several times to get rid of his lethargy, he wanted to leave immediately. But again, his body betrayed him.
Mochidzuki stroked his hair gently.
"Just sleep," he said while kissing Kyous forehead.
Kyou hated his gentleness after what he had done. But the drowsiness took his consciousness away and led him to a deep sleep.
[To be continued]
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*Dead tuna : A slang for someone who just lying still and do nothing during sex, like a 'dead tuna'.
The boy's name was taken from the kanji 'Kyo', meaning 'Large', and 'Hane', meaning 'Wing'. He said that his mother named him that, so he would become the large wing that could protect everybody underneath it. Kyou was actually born underweight and very weak, his grandmother advised her daughter—Kyou's mother—to named him with in something meaning big, with hope that the two 'big' kanji characters could help the boy grew big and strong. So, with two 'big' kanji characters in his name, there were also two things about him that were big. First was his body that seemed to grow larger than it should—since he was very small and weak before. Second, was his heart, made him the kindest hearted person anyone could meet.
Kyou had never gotten angry. No matter how much people deceived, teased, scorned, or hurt him, he took all of it with sighed only. As much as people called him stupid, he never changed. Though his overly kind behavior sometimes made his friends irritated, they would stand by and defended him.
But everything had its limit; including Kyou's patience…
Kyou shifted to the side-end of the large double bed and took his underwear off the floor and wore them. Because of the alcohol influence in his system, his head was dizzy. His wrists were bruised for having it tied up and restrained on the bedpost. Aside that his body was as heavy as a stone, it was also sticky all over because of intense amount of mixed semen of him and the other person. He thought that he should take a shower before leaving, but he didn't want to stay any longer in that hotel room, especially with that other person in it. He just wanted to go home as soon as possible and forgot the whole thing, so he just wiped his body with the sheet and would deal with it at home.
He was in a luxurious tower suite in one of the most expensive 5 stars hotel in Tokyo. The room was 80sqm with separated living and bedroom, renting it might cost almost two hundred thousand yen per night; almost the same amount as half a year's rent of Kyou's small 1dk* apartment. The room was ridiculously huge made Kyou thought that it would be nice if his room on the countryside was at least a quarter as big, so it wouldn't be too cramped even if it's filled with 2 bunk beds which he shared with his three little brothers.
Being so used to live a humble life, he could never understand the luxurious lifestyle of rich people. For him, a thirty thousand yen of a full course meal could feed him at least a sating three times meal for a week. Two hundred thousand yen was more than enough to make a living for a whole month—and still have an unused amount to save. And rather than an expensive car, a motorbike cost less maintenance fee, gas, and a faster trip—rather than being trapped in traffic jam.
He never complained about his life before, he was happy with what he had. But now he felt remorse, not because he didn't have the money to live in luxurious life of the rich people, but it would be better if only the money that was used for the unnecessary luxury could be used for something more useful. A luxury was better to had once in a while, so it would be more meaningful, rather than take it for granted for having it every single time.
Feeling terrible body and soul, Kyou got up and bent down to take his jeans that were lying on the floor, but his head suddenly spun and his body swoon uncontrollably, it forced him to sit himself on the bed. The movement woke the other person; the sheet that covered him from head to toe rustled and a head with messy hair and slightly-flushed face peeked over it. The room was so dim and half of the man's face was covered by shade.
"You're leaving?" the person asked.
Kyou didn't answer. He silently took his jeans off the floor and wore them, also t-shirt and his baseball jacket. It took him quite sometime to stood up properly and walked away.
Receiving the silent treatment, the other man noticed that Kyou was sulking.
"Are you mad?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.
Kyou stopped and answered the question in a cold tone without turning, "Yes I am."
The other person chuckled, mocking at Kyou's foul mood. "It's very rare that the 'Yes Man' gets angry, I thought you never refused any request?"
"Anything but this," Kyou said, his body tensed of suppressing his anger.
"You’re talking like you were a virgin," he mocked again.
"I was,” still without turning, Kyou walked to the door, dragging his bag along the way.
This answer surprised the other man. "Wait!" he called, stopping Kyou who was about to open the door. He covered his body with the bed sheet and got off the bed. He picked up his jacket off the floor, took a wallet from its inside pocket, and pulled out several bills of ten thousand yens. "Here, take it," he offered the money.
Kyou didn't move an inch from where he stood. The hand on the door handle shook in anger.
"I'm neither a whore nor your fuck buddy, and I don't need your money. This will be the first and the last time we ever fucked," Kyou's voice started to tremble because of his brimming emotions, "And next time you stopped by the office, don't bother to look for me again, Mochidzuki-san. Our friendship game is over." he said before slamming the door behind him.
Kyou ran through the corridor with his head down, bumping a couple who yelled at him, yet he didn't even bother to stopped and apologized. He wasn't himself today; if he was, none of these would have had happened. He bit his lips hard to prevent his tears; it was embarrassing for a huge man to cry, but no matter how hard he tried to hold it, tears still leaked over his eyes in huge droplets.
Meanwhile, inside the hotel room, Mochidzuki's hand that was still hanging in the air dropped limply on his side, made the bills fell onto the floor.
What have I done? He asked himself regretfully.
* * * * *
Few hours earlier, they were still friends; chatting and laughing happily at Kyou's favorite all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant. After finishing his twentieth nigiri** plate, Kyou started slowing down his eating pace, savoring the last five plate before his stomach was really full.
The middle-aged sushi chef became familiar with Kyou after his third time in a row visiting the restaurant. And after the fifth, they became overly friendly at each other. The old man was very pleased with Kyou's huge appetite, also because the boy seemed to enjoy every bite of his handmade sushi.
As today's complementary, the old man gave the boy two serving bottles of his best sake. Kyou refused the sake and said that he didn't drink. But the old man persistently put down the bottle on the table and threatened that if Kyou didn’t take it, he would be banned from the restaurant forever.
Kyou laughed over the joke and thank the old man. He thought he could get away with it and gave the sake to Mochidzuki who happen loved to drink. But the old man stubbornly stood by his table and crossed his arms, and it seemed that he wouldn't leave before Kyou drank at least a cup of it.
Mochidzuki chuckled and pour the sake in a cup and slide it to Kyou who was glaring at him and mouthing a 'no' repeatedly without a sound.
"I've told you that I don't—" he stopped at the glaring sushi chef and revised his words, "I mean, I can't drink. I have a very low tolerance in alcohol," he said.
"Just drink it," Mochidzuki shoved the cup into Kyou’s hand, "A cup of sake won't hurt you."
"Drink it!" the old man encouraged him.
"Ossan***..." Kyou whined.
"No-no-no, don't fool me with that puppy eyes of yours. If you don't drink it, means you don't respect me, then."
"Wha—?"
Kyou was speechless. Moreover it had drawn the other customer's attention and they started to encourage Kyou by shouting, "Drink! Drink! Drink!!"
Kyou accepted his defeat and chugged down the small cup with his eyes closed shut. It surprised him, that the sake didn't taste as bad as he thought. It was bitter, but also rather sweet with a faint apple scent in it.
The crowd cheered at him and laughed.
"Hey, this tasted pretty nice," he grinned.
The old man smiled with pride, "Of course," he said, "It was the best sake I had and it would be insulting if you refused it."
"Thanks, Ossan!" said Kyou to the old man who returned to his place behind the sushi bar.
Kyou poured his second cup and chugged it down again.
After his second cup, Kyou started to lose his senses and gulped down the rest of the sake directly from the bottle, and licking the dripping leftover from the bottle mouth.
Kyou noticed that Mochidzuki had drunk the second bottle so he yelled at the old man to bring him another bottle of the sake.
The crowd cheered and laughed louder than before. "Way to go, boy!" "You know how to drink!" the crowd shouted.
But after finishing his second bottle, he was already wasted and barely sober. Seeing that he couldn't last any longer, Mochidzuki paid the bill before he took the drunken boy to leave the restaurant, but he seemed to have a hard time dealing with Kyou's huge body which was limping because the alcohol already took his consciousness away. Seeing the slender man was having difficulties carrying the big guy, the old man helped out by holding Kyou's arm on his shoulder and let Mochidzuki carried the other one.
After helped putting Kyou into the taxi that Mochidzuki waved at, he apologized to Mochidzuki.
"I shouldn't have given him the booze in the first place," he said.
Mochidzuki laughed, "It's ok," he said, "He just need to learn the endurance of drinking alcohol, since he's barely ever drink liquor before."
"I see," the old man smiled, "Have a safe trip home, then. And be sure to come again." he closed the taxi door and watched it drove away before returning to the restaurant.
Mochidzuki had to hold on Kyou to help the knocked-out boy sit steadily so he wouldn't be shook side to side by the car movement. He could feel that Kyou's body was hard to his touch, the boy's body was well built though he's not overly muscular, he just had a balance muscle tone to fit his big feature.
Kyou was once told Mochidzuki that he used to work on his family field, planting and harvesting some vegetables and such. And in the big city, Kyou could never get rid of his agricultural habit; he had the landlady's permission to grow a small plantation on an empty lot at the apartment's backyard. The landlady was so pleased by the healthy and fresh vegetables Kyou was growing that she cut a third of Kyou's rent in exchange of the vegetables.
Speaking of which, Mochidzuki was once caught Kyou tending his small plantation with a small white towel wrapped his hair, and his tanned bare-chest skin glistened in sweat. Each and every muscle in his body moved in an enticing rhythm; the sweats were running on his supple chest down to his abdomen muscles that were loosing and tightening in sync with his labor breaths, enough to make the girls sighed in lust. And though the muscles on his arms are always quite visible over his clothes, but without anything to cover it made it look more defined with hints of tendons trailing down from his upper to lower arms.
Any men could work their asses in the gym and get toned, but none of them could get the strong feeling of muscles that was given by working out in the nature.
Mochidzuki wanted that tempting body for himself.
Yes, he was gay.
He was already gay as long as he could remember; in elementary school, he had this 'interest' in seeing other boy's dick. It was purely curiosity at first, but then when he was in junior high, the curiosity grew into lust. He never could get himself hard by girls, his side-dish**** was always male models in fashion magazines. His first was a senpai from senior high school, by then, he was already overcome his sex preference confusion.
He gave the taxi driver a new direction; he ordered him to drive them to a 5 star hotel—where while at it, he called the hotel and booked a tower suite for him. When they arrived, the hotel's concierge—who already familiar with his face because of his frequent visits—helped him carried Kyou to the room.
Ignoring the alarm from his conscience and following his lust only, he made the worst decision that could never be undone.
[to be continued]
-------------------- *1dk : [Originally LDK; Living, Dining, Kitchen.] It's an abbreviation frequently used in the world of Japanese real estate to describe apartments. 1dk means 1 room seperated into two, one for kitchen, one for [practically] living. **Nigiri : Nigiri sushi is commonly called two kinds sushi because it involves two ingredients: sushi rice and a single topping usually takes the form of a type of seafood. ***Ossan : Rude term for middle-aged man; uncle. ****Side-dish : Another terminology of the items that's used to rouse the desire for masturbation. Usually porns or a picture of someone they like.
