Tokyo Boys

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TOKYO BOYS
Chapter 21


Every year Daisuke looked forward to the school’s sports day. Even though he wanted to, he couldn’t play on all the teams, so he made himself a habit of randomly choosing the sport he was going to enter for that year, letting ‘fate’ decide for him. Since he was athletic and good at a variety of fields, every team wanted him as their ace and it motivated everyone to work harder so he’d choose them over the other teams. He had never told anyone about his arbitrary method of choosing his team.

When Moriyama-sensei finished taking attendance and invited the class representative to discuss the upcoming sports day, Daisuke sank in his chair. There was no way he could attend the activities. On weekends he worked full-time and the pay was the best. He couldn’t afford taking a day off. Thinking about it made him feel like an old man.

The class representative started listing the teams on the blackboard and took names for participants. Everyone were looking at Daisuke to see what he was going to choose, but he remained quiet, just looking down at his desk, feeling gloomy than he had ever felt before.

The forming teams were already chatting aloud, and he could hear his name mentioned. The previous year he rolled basketball. They expected him to join them again.

“Hasabe, what’s up?” The boy in the desk next to him leaned over, giving him a nudge. “You’re so quiet.”

“Hasabe-kun?” The class representative addressed him. “It’s your turn.”

Daisuke raised his eyes to the board. “Sorry, I’m not participating this year.”

A loud gasp crossed through the room. Even the teacher was staring at him suspiciously.

“You have to join!” the boys said. “We can’t win without you!”

Daisuke made a face. “Sure you can. And I’m sorry, I have other obligations for that Saturday.”

~*~

Soon enough, Daisuke had begun to despise his job. While he didn’t mind some of his clients, there were some who were completely perverted. He knew that if he wasn’t so assertive, self-assured and cautious, he would’ve likely fall prey to their perverse schemes. Being larger in size and stronger was also playing to his advantage.

As the midterms were approaching, Daisuke wondered if he should request some days off from either job to study for the exams. He needed the money, but on the other hand, if he failed the exams and had to retake them, he would have a bigger problem.

He removed his green apron and sat down with his tray of food and a text book at a near table and began revising some of the material as he took his lunch break.

“Hasabe?” Daisuke raised his eyes, hearing his name carried with a familiar voice.

“Ah, Mashiba… what’s up?” He asked calmly but tapped on his text book nervously.

It was the first time an acquaintance met him at work, and seeing it was none other than the nosy Mashiba, he was concerned his real occupation would be discovered.

“Can I sit here?” Mashiba asked hopefully.

Daisuke straightened up, throwing a glance at the desk and then shrugged. Mashiba sat down with a cheerful face.

“So, I take it you’re also skipping sports day?” He asked and sucked loudly from his straw.

Daisuke frowned. He didn’t need a reminder of what he was missing. Instead of serving and servicing customers, he wanted to join his class in the races and then the sports team, any of them.

“I just had to work,” he muttered and took a bite from his sandwich, his eyes returning to the textbook. He couldn’t let Mashiba manipulate the little free time he had.

Of course, Daisuke wished Mashiba was going to leave before he had to welcome his first client.

~*~

Later that evening, the short middle-aged man that hired Daisuke’s service, led him to Hotel Sunshine. Daisuke couldn’t help but appreciate the irony – the first time he was in that crummy hotel, he refused and even got angry when he was offered a pay, and here he was, barely 2 months later, fucking old men for a living.

The man nearly ravished him with his eyes.

“You have such a great body,” he said, raising shaking hands to feel Daisuke’s tight abs.

“Thank you~” Daisuke stood still, allowing the man to feel him up.

The boss had told him beforehand that this customer paid quite a bit. Looking at the naked man, with the flabby muscles, the bad teeth and the thin hair around the bald spot, it didn’t surprise Daisuke that the man had to pay for sex with young good looking boys. It was pathetic, but he couldn’t afford to be selective on the job.

The man let go of Daisuke and sat on the bed, caressing a black suitcase. Daisuke took the time to unzip his denim, but halted in curiosity when the man opened the suitcase.

It was some kind of light blue fabric. Daisuke stared at it, when the man suddenly unfolded it, holding it with his hands. “I wonder if it fits him…” he spoke to himself quietly.

Daisuke thought the gown looked an awful lot like a preschool uniform. The teen’s suspicions were confirmed when the man pulled out a round yellow hat. He turned around to Daisuke with a creepy smile.

“Why don’t you try putting this on?”

“Huh?” Daisuke looked at the gown placed in his hands. It had a little white flower embroidered in front.

“It’s turning me on… come on, try it!” The man egged him on.

“What the hell? Are you joking?” Daisuke made a face. “I’m not wearing this shit.”

“You’re supposed to fulfill my fantasies,” the man insisted. “I paid good money, didn’t I?”

“Don’t screw with me, I’m not going to dress up as a little kid, you sick fuck.” Daisuke threw the gown away in anger.

The man’s hands were shaking as he looked at the piece of blue dress on the floor. He repeated his demand and raised the gown to Daisuke. “You should play nice with daddy…” He tried to grab the teen.

“Fuck off, I’m out of here!” Daisuke spat in disgust and kicked him away. The man fell to the floor, but instead of saying anything, he brought the gown he was still holding close to his face, taking a deep whiff. “Such a nice smell…” he whispered to himself.

Daisuke wanted to puke. He couldn’t resist and kicked the older man again, until forcing him to let go of the preschool uniform. He didn’t care if he broke some bones on the pervert’s body. The man was bleeding and coughing, but still searched with shaky fingers for the preschool uniform. It only made Daisuke kick him again, harder, taking out all of his rage and frustration on the pervert. He beat him down to a bleeding pulp, until the man stopped moving.

Daisuke quickly put his shirt back on and left the moldy room. He didn’t feel an ounce of remorse for beating up an older man unconscious.

~*~

“How was work, Dai-kun?” Tachibana welcomed him when he returned to the den.

“Ah-“ Daisuke bit his tongue when he remembered Tachibana didn’t know about his job. He really wanted to tell him about the pervert he had encountered. Why wasn’t Tachibana more like the other guys?

“I guess there’s always got to be one responsible fellow in the pack…” He thought aloud as he headed for the shower.

“What was that?” Tachibana asked, standing in Daisuke’s way, while buttoning his cuffs. He was getting ready to leave for his own work.

“Nothing, just talking to myself~” Daisuke gave him a mock salute, then leaned in and dunked a kiss on his cheek. “You’re looking sexy.”

“Are you drunk? I’m always sexy.” Tachibana gave him a playful slap, pushing him away, before walking back to his room to do his bow tie in front of the mirror.

“By the way, how are things going with the teacher?” he called out.

Daisuke stopped at the entrance to the shower and closed his eyes. “Ah, very slowly… kinda pulled to a stop, actually…” he said bitterly.

It’s not that he didn’t want Moriyama-sensei to touch him again like that one sweet time, but he felt so dirty that he didn’t want it to rub off on the teacher. It was pretty silly.

“Have you given up? That’s excellent.” Tachibana turned around slightly, before facing the mirror again.

“No, I’m just…” The teen hesitated. “Just waiting for the right moment… Ah, I’m so tired…”

“Go to bed early… you’ve been working hard lately, like a grown up. You should find time to rest too.”

Daisuke didn’t respond, just closed his eyes again. Tachibana finished dressing up and left the room quietly.

“Shower…” Daisuke mumbled and finally entered the bathroom, tearing the clothes off him.

He needed a good scrub to remove any traces of the perverted old man off his skin.


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