Tokyo Boys

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Ahh just noticed Daisuke is 17 on chapter 17, hee~

TOKYO BOYS
Chapter 17

“Happy birthday!!” Tachibana squeezed Daisuke in a tight hug. “Such a big boy.”

“Thank you, thank you…” Daisuke squirmed out of his hold. “We should go party~”

“You’re a year older, but you’re still underage~” Tachibana poked the boy in the belly, making him double over slightly.

“You’re such a party pooper, but it’s okay, I won’t buy a drink,” Daisuke said cheerfully as he straightened up and then stuck out his tongue at Tachibana. “I’ll get someone to buy for me.”

He laughed when the shorter man thwacked his arm.

“Dai-kun is a very naughty boy,” Tachibana said. “Who wants to punish him?”

“I do~” Yoshimura grabbed Daisuke from behind. “On your knees boy~”


They took Daisuke to a club near Yoshimura’s host club. Daisuke had no problems sneaking in without being suspected as a minor. He picked up a handsome man at the bar and coaxed him into buying him a drink. The new club was exciting and he danced with the glass of beer in his hand, enjoying the upbeat atmosphere.

He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and picked it up. It was an incoming call from Mashiba. Daisuke calmly closed the phone and shoved it back in his pocket. It buzzed again with an incoming mail message. Daisuke sighed and picked it up again.

The message from Mashiba read, ‘Filtering me? Look to your left.’

Daisuke turned around and saw Mashiba sitting on the bar. His fellow underage schoolmate raised his own mug of beer and smiled at Daisuke, mouthing, “Cheers!”

“Having a good time?” Mashiba asked when Daisuke walked over to his side. His voice just loud enough to be heard over the music.

Daisuke shrugged. “I always do.”

“How about going with me to the back room?” Mashiba asked with a wink.

“I told you, give it up…” Daisuke took a sip from his drink. “You’re not my type.”

“What is your type then?” Mashiba asked. “The one you picked up just now? Or maybe… short and scrawny with a stupid bowl cut like your little friend, what’s his name… Kaname-kun.”

Daisuke narrowed his eyes in obvious irritation. “My type is anyone but you.”

Mashiba made a face, but he was already used to Daisuke’s rejections.

“Hey, there you are… birthday boy!” Yoshimura showed up and grabbed Daisuke’s wrist. “Come dance with us, Shima brought some good shit, you have to try.”

Daisuke threw a mock salute at Mashiba and rejoined his buddies.

~*~

Like all things, the summer vacation ended. But Daisuke was too eager to see Moriyama-sensei again, so he didn’t feel as woeful as he would have been. After having a small talk with his classmates he decided to go and look for Moriyama-sensei before class.

“Sensei!” he called out when he spotted the man in the hallway.

Moriyama-sensei was busy working with some students from the art club about the gallery preparations. He turned to look at his cheerful student. “Good morning, Hasabe-kun. How was your vacation?”

Daisuke didn’t say anything because of the presence of the other students, but the moment they left to get some things from the club’s room, he stepped up to the teacher and whispered, “I missed you.”

Moriyama-sensei let out an amused little smile and put his hand on Daisuke’s head, as though he was petting a small child. “Keep that passion for the new semester,” he said.

“Right… I actually did finish my homework, you know.” Daisuke snickered and tapped his finger on his lips. “I could have used personal tutoring…”

Moriyama-sensei withdrew his hand and cleared his throat.

Daisuke stepped closer and whispered huskily, “Maybe I could meet you later, for some personal assistance.”

The teacher looked away at the other students who went by in the hallway. “It’s probably not a good idea.”

“But it’s not such a bad idea either…” Daisuke puckered his lips. “I could really use your help.”

“Go to class, Hasabe.” Moriyama gave him a little shove, before returning to his business.

Daisuke smiled to himself as he walked into the class. He unbuttoned the first button of his shirt’s collar and slumped down in his chair.

~*~

Yuuto walked into the class and made his way to his seat without looking at anyone.

“Yuu-chan!” Daisuke jumped on him, catching him in a suffocating hug before he could sit down. “I missed you! I haven’t seen you almost all summer!”

Yuuto groaned, trying to wriggle himself out of Daisuke’s arms. He was still lamenting having to quit his job at the gallery. Now that school started again, he had to pay full attention to studying and make it to the top rank again, to keep his scholarship chances good.

“Yeah, I was busy… studying…” Yuuto finally replied. He didn’t tell Daisuke about his summer job.

Daisuke let go of Yuuto and ruffled the boy’s hair. “I’m sorry, Yuu-chan… did you manage to have fun, at least?”

Yuuto shrugged. He had a lot of fun at the gallery. He got to meet new artists, discuss painting techniques, and learned more about the world he wanted to join one day. Yuuko-san loved his paintings and even gave him room for one of his own paintings in the gallery.

The artwork, one of his older western-style oil paintings works from his last year in Junior High School, was titled “Tokyo Boys”. It featured two boys sitting on a hill, only their backs are seen. They’re overlooking Tokyo’s nocturnal skyline and in the gap between them, in the center of the picture, the lights that symbolize Tokyo Tower beckon in the dark green glow of the city’s starless night sky. Yuuto wished his mother could come to the gallery just to see his painting hanging on the wall and below it a sign with the name of the piece imprinted on it above his own name.

One person, who did get to see his exhibited work, was none other than Moriyama-sensei. It turned out that he was a friend of Yuuko-san and that they were classmates in college. He was surprised to see Yuuto in the gallery and Yuuko-san explained he was helping out for the summer. Yuuto hoped Moriyama-sensei wasn’t going to question his motives for getting a job. The last thing he needed was the school getting wind about the financial problems he had at home. Moriyama-sensei didn’t ask anything though. He was genuinely happy to see Yuuto exhibiting his work and took pleasure in discussing the artwork.


“This painting…” he started saying, after they shared a little discussion about the technique. “Why are they sitting so far from each other? Aren’t they supposed to be friends?”

Yuuto looked at the picture. At the time he painted it, he was about to graduate middle school and still didn’t know what High School he was going to be accepted into.

“I think… they both want to take over Tokyo…” he said quietly. “But that one…” he pointed at one of the figures, although they both looked the same from behind. “He would take it by storm… the other one probably wants to get down from the hill first…” He continued. “I don’t know, I don’t remember what I was thinking when I drew it… but that’s probably why I named it that way.”

“It’s an impressive work for a junior-high kid.” Moriyama-sensei smiled. “Did they manage to do what they wanted?”

Yuuto clutched his fists as he looked at the old painting. “I think they’re probably still on that hill…”

“You know, I think I will buy it…” the teacher said after a moment.

“Eh?” Yuuto widened his eyes. “You don’t need to, sensei…”

“It’s very captivating…” Moriyama-sensei said. “Yuuko-san, I’ll take this.” He already took out his wallet before Yuuto could resist any more.

“Sensei…” Yuuto said quietly after handing his teacher the paper wrapped artwork, his own artwork. “Please don’t tell Daisuke that I work here…” he said.

The teacher frowned. “I’m not seeing Hasabe-kun…” he said quietly.

Yuuto raised his head in surprise.

“I’ve not seen him since the night of the fireworks…”

Yuuto glanced at Daisuke. He wanted to know what he was doing in the vacation that kept him so busy from even sending him an email. But he felt, just like the boys in his drawing, that Daisuke and he were also growing apart, heading in different directions. After all, they were childhood friends. Times change, people change. That was the way of life.

~*~

At lunch break, when everyone was sitting in their place to eat, Daisuke got up, picking up his lunch box before anyone could come to chat with him. Without a word, he left the classroom and headed for the roof. Moriyama-sensei wasn’t there. Daisuke was disappointed, but figured the man was still eating his lunch at the teachers’ lounge.

A few more minutes passed, and his lunch box was already fully consumed, when Moriyama-sensei finally showed up on the roof.

When he saw Daisuke he made a U-turn, but Daisuke grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. He pushed the older man against the wall, leaning onto him.

“I’ve been waiting for you…” he whispered hoarsely.

“We’re at the school…” Moriyama turned his head away. “Let go.”

“No.” Daisuke attached himself even closer. “No one comes up here anyway…”

“Someone could still come… and besides, I’m not…” Moriyama couldn’t finish his words; Daisuke attacked his mouth, taking the chance to slide his tongue into the older man’s mouth.

“I’ve never…” Daisuke whispered once they broke the kiss. “Felt such pleasure from just a foreplay kiss…”

“It’s not foreplay…” Moriyama said quietly and pushed the horny teen away. “Because that’s all you’ll be getting.”

“Come on… don’t you want to do me, sensei?” Daisuke grinned. “You know, no one’s been there before…”

“I’ll have to pass on the offer.”

“How about a blowjob then? I could give you a quick one…” Daisuke tried coaxing. “You’ve done it with men before, haven’t you, Shou-chan?” he deliberately stressed on the nickname the girlfriend was calling Moriyama by.

“Don’t call me that.” Moriyama-sensei poked the boy’s chest. “And that’s none of your business.”

“Awww…” Daisuke feigned offense. “But of course it’s my business…” He grabbed the teacher’s tie and pulled him in for another kiss. “At least you let me do this now… I’m working hard every step of the way…”

“I really…” The teacher tried resisting but gave in to the kiss. “…shouldn’t…”

Daisuke wrapped his arms around Moriyama-sensei. There was no other man who made him feel so good with just a small kiss. He felt his cock getting hard in his pants. This was going to be tough…

“Sensei…” Daisuke gasped when their mouths separated, a thread of spit still connected them for a moment.

Shouji panted. The boy was getting harder to resist. Even though he spent the summer trying to forget his mishap on the evening of the fireworks, and blamed it on the drinks, he was completely sober now and couldn’t deny the growing erection in his pants.

Daisuke smirked. “I’ve got a little problem now…” He took a step back and put both hands on his pants, showing his teacher the bulging hard-on. “If this goes on, I’ll dirty my pants…”

The teacher sighed and contemplated giving in. He was just a man, after all. A loud noise from the staircase startled him and brought him back to his senses.

“No.. we can’t… not here…” he whispered.


Shouji found himself leading his student to his office and locking the door behind them. Before he even finished doing that, Daisuke already stripped and sported his full raging erection. He sat down on the tattered couch, raising his legs up on the coffee table and looked at the teacher with a naughty smile.

Shouji sat down next to him. It was impossible to stay indifferent to Daisuke’s perfectly toned body. His hand travelled on the boy’s chest, giving his nipples a quick tease. There was no time for a full foreplay. He lowered his hand and wrapped it around Daisuke’s pulsating penis.

“I’ll help you with that…” he said and started running his hand up and down the shaft, increasing his tempo with every stroke.

The boy twitched and leaned into him, attempting to kiss him, but failing to concentrate on anything but his crotch. It only took a few more strokes before the teen splotched his stomach with the white thick fluid. Shouji was relieved the boy was naked. He dipped a finger in the gunk and put it his mouth, tasting. Daisuke watched him carefully, still fixing his breath.

Shouji gave him a wink and then got up. He walked to his desk and brought over a box of tissues, handing it to Daisuke.

“Clean yourself up.”

“Don’t you want me to return the favor…?” Daisuke asked.

“No. I already regret giving in to your pressure…” Shouji sighed. “Anyway, you better get dressed and leave. I still have some work to do before the break is over.”

“Yes, sir~” Daisuke obeyed and got up, picking up his uniform from the floor.

Once he finished dressing, Shouji walked him to the door and the boy managed to sneak in another kiss before leaving. The teacher locked the door and rested himself against it, sighing.

“What am I doing…” He covered his face with his hand.

He went back to his desk and tried to get some work done. But his erection was still in his way. He couldn’t think of anything but Daisuke’s beautiful young body.

Completely defeated by lust, he unzipped his pants and slipped his hand into his underwear, wrapping his fingers around the hot flesh. He pulled it out and started stroking himself, the same way as he did the boy before. He was already wet from the pre cum, and thinking about the naughty boy made him hot. He grunted, bit his lips and came into his hand in waves, soon after. He didn’t think he came so fast since he was a teenager, maybe it was another one of the boy’s influences.


Daisuke didn’t see his teacher for the rest of the day. The older man didn’t even make it to club, but Daisuke knew he had won. He only needed a little push and the teacher would be completely his. He had learned the way of men quickly during his time in Shinjuku and knew how to manipulate it.

The memory of the teacher’s warm hand around his cock made him hard again. He tried to repress the thoughts, but it plagued him all the way home, until he got his release in the shower.

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