Tokyo Boys

TOKYO BOYS
Chapter 14

On one hand, Daisuke was sad when the Golden Week vacation ended. Sure, he had a lot of homework to do and the midterm exams at the end of the month were looming, as his mother reminded him day and night, but he still had enough time during the day to go clear his mind and have fun in Shinjuku for a little while.

On the other hand, school was the only place where he could frequently meet Moriyama-sensei to satisfy his desire. It almost scared him how badly he wanted to see the teacher, have idle chats with him on the roof and seek his attention in the art club. Now that Golden Week had ended, he was going to get his move into motion and deal with the consequences.

Besides being outgoing, carefree and tall, another thing that made Daisuke different than the average male Japanese teen was his ability to prowl and jump at opportunities without fear. And when he saw everyone preparing to leave the classroom at the end of the day, while Moriyama-sensei was still collecting his papers, he saw a chance. He waited for the students who were on the cleaning duty to leave the room. It needed to be quick.

“Sensei, do you need help with that?” He put down his hands and leaned on the teacher’s desk.

Yuuto was among the last students to leave the class. He hugged his textbooks to his chest, looked for Daisuke and spotted him at the teacher’s desk. He shook his head and hurried to leave for club.

“It’s quite all right, thank you,” Moriyama-sensei rejected the offer and continued to organize his papers. He stopped for a moment to rub his shoulder and looked up at Daisuke, who was still holding himself up against the table.

“Shouldn’t you go to the club?” Moriyama-sensei asked, touching his glasses frame briefly before returning his eyes to the papers.

“I thought I could talk to you…” Daisuke shrugged.

Daisuke wasn't sure what he was going to say to the teacher without being too direct and still be able to be suggestive enough for the teacher to understand his ulterior motive.

The problem was Daisuke was very straightforward when it came to his conquests, but he was not sophisticated enough to be suggestive. He was standing so close to the teacher that he could feel his breath, but he could not utter a word.

"Yes?" Moriyama-sensei asked after a moment. "What it is?"

"Do you have a girlfriend, sensei?" the teen blurted the first thing on his mind.

Actually, it was the second thing, but the first thing belonged to a pick up line he would use in The Jack Off.

"This is quite personal isn't it?" the teacher responded in a strict tone of voice.

It seemed Daisuke's idea of "suggestive" was still too direct for the teacher, albeit in an entire different meaning than what Daisuke thought.

"Sit down." The teacher nodded, gesturing for the boy to bring a chair over.

Daisuke sighed and did as instructed.

"Do you have a girls problem?" Moriyama-sensei asked carefully once the boy sat down.

Daisuke closed his mouth in surprise. He was completely misunderstood, it was almost comical. He chuckled. "Do I look like I would have problems with girls?" he asked. He used polite words, but his tone was quite arrogant.

"It's better if you didn't... you need to concentrate on the midterm exams at the end of the month." Moriyama-sensei clasped his fingers together.

"Right, the midterms..." Daisuke winced. He couldn’t possibly forget the midterms with both his parents reminding him to study all through Golden Week.

"Is there a subject you need help with?"

"Will you help me?" Daisuke eyed him.

The students on cleaning duty returned to the class and Daisuke leaned back in his chair, thinking his chance was completely blown up. Maybe being suggestive wasn't going to do the trick.

"If I can. Why don't you meet me in my office?"

Daisuke thought for a moment the teacher was finally following his thread of thoughts, when Moriyama-sensei added, “we’re interrupting cleaning session.”

“Right…”

Moriyama-sensei’s office was actually the art supply room that he inherited from the previous art teacher, Matsura-sensei. Other than the cupboards with the supply, the room had a red couch that appeared old and beaten. The lining was already fading and even torn at the corners.

In the middle of the room stood a short coffee table with piles of papers and a forgotten coffee mug. Since Moriyama-sensei also served as a homeroom teacher, the room had been redesigned with a desk, but still didn’t quite have a usual office “feel”.

Moriyama-sensei sat behind the desk. Daisuke followed him and sat in front of him. He rested his face on his elbow, looking as bored as ever.

“I’m glad you want to improve your grades, you’ve always seemed to me like you have a good head on your shoulders, but just didn’t like to work hard,” the teacher said. “It’s a good time to start getting those grades up.”

Daisuke shifted in his chair. How was he supposed to react to that, he only used ‘getting help’ as an excuse to be with the teacher in a secluded room. His intentions were not pure and if he acted on his true intentions, he will come out as a jerk. A disrespectful jerk.

He let out a heavy sigh. How could he get out of this? Should he just stand up and molest him? His head was swarming with thoughts and possibilities, as the teacher continued to talk about the midterm exams.

“Hasabe-kun?” he asked, grabbing the boy’s attention.

“Ah, sorry… what?” Daisuke looked at him.

“I asked what subject you’re having problems with.”

“Um…” Daisuke scratched at his temple. The truth was he was okay with all the subjects. Sure, he wasn’t brilliant or studious like Yuu-chan, but he could get his 70s and sometimes even 80s without too much effort. As long as he wasn’t failing, he didn’t see why he needed to burn all of his free time on studying to get 100%. Of course, his parents thought otherwise.

“I suppose… social studies…” Daisuke uttered. “I could use some help with that…”

He watched Moriyama-sensei’s expression and felt his inside burning. He couldn’t keep up his act anymore. He didn’t care to come out as a big disrespectful jerk anymore.

He got up and walked over to his teacher’s side. Moriyama-sensei looked up. “What is it?”

“There are some rumors about you…” Daisuke said, holding his hand over the back of the teacher’s chair. “The girls like to gossip about you…” He leaned in. “Have you gotten any confessions yet?”

“What?” Moriyama-sensei furrowed his brows. “What are you saying? Sit down please.”

“Why did you leave Joshibi?” Daisuke ignored his request. “For an art teacher to leave a prestigious art school and come to this shit dump… pardon my language… did something happen in Joshibi?”

“This is none of your business.” Moriyama-sensei looked away.

“I’m making it my business…” Daisuke said without even blinking. This was daring. The blood started rushing in his veins.

He could get into trouble for this, but he had a feeling Moriyama-sensei wasn’t going to report him. Besides, if the rumors had any truth in them he would have something to hold against the teacher.

“What are you…” the teacher tried getting up, but Daisuke moved his hand to his shoulder and pressed him to remain seated.

“Sensei… I really want to…” he said quietly and then leaned in and kissed Moriyama-sensei.

It was a light kiss and the teacher was too shocked to react. Daisuke wondered if he could continue, but before he had another chance, the teacher pushed him away.

“What are you doing?!” Moriyama-sensei jumped to his feet, and sounded angry.

Daisuke didn’t think he had ever heard the man speaking in that tone, even dropping the polite language.

“I felt like doing it…” He smiled at the older man. “Your lips looked so tempting.”

“What do you think I am?” Moriyama-sensei furrowed his brow. “I’m your teacher!”

“Didn’t you have an affair with a student at Joshibi?” Daisuke shrugged.

“What did you say?!” Moriyama-sensei grabbed him by his lapels. “Who told you that?”

“That’s what the girls are saying…” Daisuke looked at him without lowering his eyes. “So is it true?”

“Of course not! Why would I do such a thing?” Moriyama-sensei seemed so shaken and upset.

In some twisted way, Daisuke found him cute. He felt his cock stiffening in his pants. If only Moriyama-sensei gave him the clearance, they could be doing it right here, on the shabby couch.

“I’m sorry, I guess I was wrong,” Daisuke apologized. Although he wasn’t planning on letting the man calm down just yet. “I guess the girls have plans for you… you’re so popular.”

“And what were you thinking?” Moriyama continued to reproach him. “We’re both men!”

“Ah, I don’t care about such things…” Daisuke shrugged.

“Are you gay?” Moriyama-sensei crossed his arms, looking at Daisuke sternly.

“I don’t know, maybe…” Daisuke shrugged. “I mean, I enjoyed having sex with girls… but I also like doing it with boys… maybe even more…”

He enjoyed seeing light crimson spots spread over the shaken teacher’s face. It was as much fun as teasing Yuu-chan.

“You’ve already… had sex? With boys and girls?” Moriyama-sensei asked carefully.

Daisuke nodded. “Well, I’ve only been doing it with men for… maybe 2 months? But my first time with a woman was 3 years ago… she was older than you, sensei.”

“Aren’t you a little advanced?” The teacher eyed him and fixed his glasses on his nose bridge. He was still blushing, but was obviously attempting to regain his composure. “You should really concentrate on your studies instead of doing things like that…”

“Right now I can only concentrate on how badly I want to kiss you, sensei…” Daisuke whispered. If the teacher wasn’t going to give him a hand soon, he would have to go to the restrooms and do it himself.

“Stop, just stop that.” Moriyama-sensei pushed past Daisuke and walked into the center of the room. “I’m your teacher. I don’t care if you’re gay, but you will have to find someone else to be the object of your desire, preferably once you’re through with the university entrance exam.”

“I don’t want anyone else, sensei…” Daisuke sat on the edge of the desk, looking at his teacher. “You don’t know how agonizing it is to see you every day and not be allowed to touch… I felt this way from the moment I saw you…”

“Are you confessing to me?” Moriyama-sensei asked, turning to look at him.

“I guess I am…” Daisuke stood up. “I’ve never been in love before, so I don’t know if that’s how it’s supposed to feel… I even joined the art club because of you.”

“Eh? You did that?”

“Of course… why else would I go to that club when I don’t have an ounce of talent?”

“Well… what about Kaname-kun? Isn’t he your best friend?”

Daisuke shrugged. “He is, so what? I’ve never been in club with him…”

“In any case,” Moriyama cleared his throat. “You know I have to reject your feelings, I’m sorry. Please don’t do that again.”

Daisuke sighed. He thought that was how it was going to be. He rejected many girls and boys before, but he didn’t realize how bitter rejection felt, much more than he thought it would be. But since he expected rejection, he wasn’t going to give up with just that.

“Hasabe-kun…?” the teacher asked when no response came.

“I’m sorry, sensei,” Daisuke said. “It’s your fault for making me feel this way.” He walked closer to him and the teacher took a step back, until his back hit the metal cupboard behind him and made a large noise as the tools inside rattled.

Daisuke locked the teacher between his arms. “I’ll even let you be the top… I’ve never let anyone do me before.”

“I’m honored, Hasabe-kun…” Moriyama pushed the boy’s hand away and stepped out of his arms range. “The truth is, I do… I do have a girlfriend.”

“Ah, of course you would…” Daisuke smiled at him. “But I bet she can’t give you what you really want…”

“Don’t be so haste to jump into the adults’ world. There are quite a lot of things you still need to learn.”

“I’m willing to learn.” Daisuke smirked. “Will you teach me?”

“How about we forget about this conversation?” The teacher sighed.

“Sorry, no can do…” Daisuke said without taking his eyes off the teacher. “I was having fun until you came and stole my heart… you’ve got to take responsibility.”


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