Tokyo Boys

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TOKYO BOYS
Chapter 22

Sunday was a nice partly cloudy day. Daisuke crawled out of bed without waking Tachibana up. The three legal tenants of the den and the bunch of freeloaders that slept in the living room were all sleeping in, but Daisuke couldn’t stay at the small room anymore. He had to go outside and breathe some fresh air.

Daisuke was very sociable and really felt the depression sinking when he wasn’t able to come in contact with his friends for so long. Not only couldn’t he send mails, for the lack of phone and addresses. He didn’t remember a single phone number of any of them. It was time to get a new phone. He already had some regular customers, so he was sure paying phone bills wasn’t going to be a problem.

When the sun peeked out of the clouds, it felt like summer returned for a brief visit. Strolling down the busy street, Daisuke was thrilled to live in the middle of the lively city, where everything was at reach and he didn’t even need public transportation. And when Daisuke thought of ‘everything’, what he actually meant was the arcade.

He hadn’t been there in a while, just when it was so nearby. He changed his big bills to coins and went to play his favorite game.

As he expected, his friends from school were already there. Who needs a phone?

Still, he grabbed two of his friends who were waiting for their turn and had them escort him to buy a new phone.

Before long, his new phone was already loaded with most of the phone numbers he needed.

After burning some money and hours at the arcade, Daisuke started to move towards Starbucks, where his shift was about to begin.

He was still playing with his new phone, sending mails to everyone with his new mail address and number as he walked, when suddenly two men – taller than him and quite buff – pulled him by both arms and dragged him into an alley.

“Hey, what the –“ He started to protest, unable to move his arms. He was about to try and kick them off their feet, when suddenly the boss showed up in front of him, wearing the usual sunglasses and red Hawaiian shirt along with a straw fedora and khaki-colored pants, looking fitting into the scene of Shinjuku as a cow in a horse racing field.

Daisuke stopped struggling and looked at his boss, wondering what the hell he was up to. He spotted a couple more men in white suits leaning on the wall behind the boss.

“Having a good time?” the boss asked before sucking on his cigar.

“I was…” Daisuke looked up at the two guys holding him. “What do you want?”

The two men tugged roughly at his arms.

“Watch your tone, brat.” The boss puffed smoke right into his face.

“I’m going to be late for work, do you need anything?” Daisuke rephrased, sounding more polite.

“I’ve had problems with a good paying customer because of you.” The boss stepped closer. “He said you sent him to the hospital.”

“Oh, that old pervert? He was sick, he got what he deserved. Too bad he didn’t die,” Daisuke spat.

“Your job is to fulfill your client’s fantasies and get money, not kill them or make them ask for their money back. Is that a way to run a business?” the boss spoke calmly.

“Then don’t send me freaks… I need the money, but even I have my limits.”

“You’re misunderstanding your position, kid.” The boss stepped closer. “Don’t ever disobey me.”

“Then don’t send me freaks,” Daisuke repeated in a lower, slower voice.

The boss sighed and sucked on his cigar. “You’re missing the point,” he said after a beat.

He gave a slight nod, touching the tip of his fedora. The two guys behind him moved in. Daisuke looked at them in suspicion.

“Just watch the face.” The boss stepped back.

With the two men holding his arms firmly, there was little Daisuke could do when the men in the white suits slammed their fists into his stomach. He gasped and slumped a little, until the men holding him released his arms and he fell down on the coarse asphalt.

He groaned and tried getting up, but one of the men kicked his ribs again. Daisuke clutched his fists. He wanted to return the beating with good measures. Instead, he just sighed and let out a chuckle. “That’s really not fair…”

The boss crouched next to him and grabbed his chin, forcing his head up. “You still don’t get the point. The point is you’re lucky you have a pretty face.” He let go of Daisuke and straightened.

Daisuke waited for them to leave, before he got up. “Ah, damn,” he cussed as he felt up his stomach and bruised side. “It hurts…”

He grabbed his bag from the floor and started making his way back to the main street, waddling and holding his side.

‘I should’ve picked up older women in Roppongi…’ He thought to himself as he mingled with the crowds of people on the street.

He spotted his brand new cell-phone on the pavement, right where he dropped it when the goons grabbed him. Even though the flood of people in the street could seem like a stampede not only to the agoraphobic eye, by some miracle, his phone was not trampled.

He picked it up and continued on his way to Starbucks.

~*~

“And lastly,” Moriyama-sensei said as he was giving the announcements to the class. “I’ve got the timetable for the teacher-parents meetings. These meets will start immediately after the exams, please don’t forget to inform your parents in advance.”

Daisuke winced and sneaked a peek at Yuuto. The boy returned his look, looking worried. Daisuke tried to think up a way of relieving his parents from the duty.

“Sensei, can I have a word with you, please?” He asked after raising his hand.

“If it’s only a word,” the teacher answered dryly.

Daisuke tried to suppress his smirk. “Hmm, my parents won’t be able to make it for the meeting,” he said. “They’ll be abroad.”

“I see…” Moriyama-sensei cupped his chin. “When will they return? I could make up a special time for them…”

“Um, they won’t be here for a while…” Daisuke shuffled his feet. “They’ve just left. My dad has some business and they’ll probably stay to travel… a month, maybe more.”

“I see, well I guess we’ll deal with it when the time comes,” the teacher said and wrote himself a note. “Don’t worry about it.”

Daisuke let out a huff. He was off the hook, but it was only temporary. He will have to come up with something more convincing later.

~*~

At the den, Tachibana was pressuring Daisuke to study for his exams. “If you don’t study you might as well just drop out now and become a construction worker…” He put his hands on his waist. “Speaking of, I once had amazing sex with a construction worker… he had fine biceps.”

“Um, I’m trying to study…” Daisuke raised his head from his textbook and played with the pen over his ear. “You’re distracting me…”

“I’m sorry,” Tachibana apologized and turned to the other guys. “Hey girls, lets go have some yakiniku before work. The kid needs to study~”

“That’s so not fair…” Daisuke frowned and sighed as he returned his eyes to the study material. “Go on have fun without me…”

He was lucky that the boss allowed him to take off the couple of nights before the exams. The pain in his ribs faded fast, but Daisuke felt frustrated that he had lost control of his life. Living with his parents was annoying at times, but at least he felt free to do as he pleased.

The time off didn’t help him much with the exams. He barely passed and dropped in the rankings all the way to place 98. The only comfort was that his parents weren’t going to lecture him, but Moriyama-sensei didn’t seem pleased at the results and Daisuke was worried he might start poking around. Yuuto also dropped from the respectful first place down to the fourth. He was completely heartbroken.

“You’re still in the top five,” Daisuke tried to comfort him. “You’ll do better in the final exams.”

“I need to keep perfect scores if I want to get a scholarship to Geidai…” Yuuto grabbed his hair in desperation. “I should’ve studied harder… I’m a fool!”

“You’re not. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” Daisuke patted his shoulders. “You’ll definitely get into Geidai!”

“How can you be so sure?” Yuuto raised his head. “Even Moriyama-sensei failed the entrance exam…”

“I guess you’re more talented then.” Daisuke smiled. “They’ll be fools to reject you.”

~*~

It was already chilly outside in early November. Daisuke was worried his balls would shrink the moment he would unzip to provide a customer with his special service. Those were the kind of thoughts which occupied his head as he was taking orders from unsuspecting customers at the small Starbucks branch.

“Hasabe-kun?” he hastily raised his eyes to the next customer and nearly fell back.

“Se… sensei?!” he whispered. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m having coffee with a friend…” Moriyama-sensei gestured at the man next to him. “I didn’t know you were working… here…”

Daisuke grinned awkwardly. “Just part time… obviously…”

Why was his teacher visiting a coffee shop that was associated with the most well known gay district in the city? Daisuke wanted to inquire more, but the line behind Moriyama-sensei grew longer.

The teacher seemed to have noticed that too, and ordered his drink, along with his friend. Daisuke looked at the other man suspiciously, wondering about the nature of their relationship.

‘So that’s what it feels like to be jealous…’ he wondered as he entered their orders, while keeping an eye to see where they sat down.

He continued to accept orders and it was dangerously close to his break time. Indeed, the next customer requested the special. Daisuke looked at him. It was another middle aged guy, with his hair brushed to one side, making it look like a wig. He was also a little overweight. Just by his look Daisuke could already tell what he wanted.

The boy squinted to spy on his teacher. He was drinking his coffee and seemed immersed in whatever his friend was talking about.

Daisuke stepped away from the cashier. “I’m taking my break,” he announced and had another employee replace him. He removed the green apron on his way out and stepped into the cold.

Soon enough, the perverted geezer approached him from the other side. Daisuke bit his lips without a word and unzipped. The hungry man kneeled before him, marveling Daisuke’s cock despite the shriveling chill. He took it in his mouth, playing with the foreskin using his tongue and teeth. A grunt escaped Daisuke’s throat unwillingly. The damn pervert was no amateur. Soon enough his cock was stimulated to a full blown hard-on and he dug his fingernails into the brick wall behind him.

Suddenly from the corner of his squinted eye, another man showed up in the alley.

“What are you doing?” He recognized Moriyama-sensei’s voice in the darkness.

Well, shit.

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