Tokyo Boys

Hope you enjoy the next chapter :D


Additional notes for the chapter:
* I've done some research prior to writing. unlike in other places, in Japan, after a suicide attempt, all that the person has to do is give a statement at the police station before going home. Yes, no hospital time after recovery, no mental treatment, and even psychological help is quite rare... (interesting read: http://www.peterpayne.net/2008/06/japan-suicide-andfortune-tellers.html)
From what I've read, the only way to get a compulsory admission to a mental ward is if the person attempting suicide was involved in crime or something illegal.

TOKYO BOYS
Chapter 25

Shouji stayed in the hot water until his skin started to wrinkle. He then got up and wrapped a towel around his waist. He was still thinking about the phone call from Daisuke’s mother. She honestly cared for her son, but the fear of her husband was too strong. Shouji still believed he could influence her to revolt against the strict man, but it might take longer than he had thought.

His mind wandered to Kaname Yuuto. Apparently Yuuto did not mention the phone calls to Daisuke. It could be that he did and Daisuke had chosen to ignore them, but it was also probable she had asked Yuuto not to say anything. Shouji still wished one of the boys would have come to him earlier. He found it hard to believe Yuuto knew what Daisuke had been up to, since Daisuke seemed to be keeping the younger boy wrapped carefully with a cotton wool, but he was still disappointed in both of them for not seeking his help. It was his duty as their homeroom teacher after all.

Shouji dressed up and went back to the living room. It was time to send the ‘child’ to sleep. When he walked back to the living room, he noticed the boy had already fallen asleep on the couch. Shouji watched him for a moment, and then brought over a blanket and covered the sleeping boy.

“Sensei…” the boy murmured and Shouji looked down to see if he woke up, when suddenly Daisuke wrapped his arms around the teacher’s neck.

“Wait…” Shouji grabbed the boy’s arms, trying to free himself.

“Please, sensei…” Daisuke whispered, and pressed his lips against the teacher’s neck. “I want you… so bad…”

“I… we shouldn’t…” Shouji closed his eyes. He couldn’t deny he was attracted to the boy. No matter how many times he had told himself it was his student and it’s wrong, or that he’s a minor… the boy was sexy, there was no denying.

And though he was not impressed with his personality at first, the more he got to know him, the more he was attracted to him. At that moment, when Daisuke looked all sensitive, with his hair damp from the shower, and smelling so good… Shouji could feel his body reacting and rejecting his brain’s attempts to reason.

“Only tonight…” he whispered and lowered his head to kiss the boy’s eager mouth.

Their tongues intertwined, tasting and exploring each other’s depth. His hands slid under the boy’s jumper, caressing his muscled stomach. Daisuke too, tugged at his teacher’s shirt, attempting to remove it. It took too much time so he just moved his hands to unbuckle his belt instead.

Shouji pressed Daisuke to the couch, showering him with small kisses to his neck and face. He then lifted himself up, removed his glasses and continued to unzip the teen’s jumper, resting his hands on the hot flesh he unveiled, before shaking the piece of clothing away.

“You’re beautiful…” he whispered in a hoarse voice, gazing down at the topless boy.

Daisuke didn’t respond, he was too busy concentrating on the warm hands that caressed his chest and torso, and tried to control the burning desire in his loins. He was afraid he might come too early just from thinking about what he was doing with Moriyama-sensei.

Shouji had his own beast to control. He lowered himself to kiss the boy’s neck, while his hand rubbed Daisuke’s crotch, feeling the hard cock through the sweatpants. Daisuke tugged on Shouji’s pants, shoving them down together with the briefs and unleashing the man’s hard on. For the first time he wrapped his hands around the hot shaft he desired for months, it made him shiver with excitement.

He wanted to take it in his mouth, he wanted to have it in him… if sensei was only going to give him one night, he wanted to do everything, but he was dangerously close to exploding as sensei kept rubbing him through his pants. He folded his knees, wrapping himself around the older man’s waist.

“Sensei… I…” he moaned, grinding his hips against his lover. “Please…”

With one swift motion, the teacher reached down between their locked bodies and pulled the boy’s pants down. He grabbed the exposed erection, rubbing the leaking fluids over the pulsating shaft. He thought briefly about going to the bathroom to get some Vaseline, but he felt his senses would return and overcome him and at that moment he wanted nothing more than to shove himself deeply into the boy’s virginal body.

“It’s going to hurt…” he whispered as he pushed his wet finger against the puckered hole.

“Hnn…” the boy groaned in response. That was all he could say with his chest heaving and threatening to cave in.

Shouji pushed one finger into the boy, letting him adjust to the new sensation. The boy breathed heavily, and only egged him to hurry up, digging him fingers into the man’s shoulder. Shouji inserted another finger, expanding the hole and pushing the fingers in and out.

“I’m gonna put another finger, okay?” he whispered.

“You can… put it all… in…” Daisuke tried to speak up. “I don’t mind the pain…”

That was all Shouji needed to hear. He moved his hand, positioning himself over the teen and with his other hand guided himself to the boy’s hole, pressing the head of his cock inside.

“Ahh…” Daisuke let out a louder grunt. His hands curled into fists and he clutched the teacher’s shirt, pulling it as he felt the hard flesh digging deeper inside of him.

“Sen… sei…” he groaned repeatedly. “Sensei… it feels… good…” It was painful.

Daisuke hadn’t imagined it hurt so much. He never bothered figuring out how his partners felt when he was doing them. He didn’t care for nothing but reaching his climax, and if they came along with him, it was fine. But this pain felt good, because it was sensei.

Shouji thrust into the boy, burying himself up to the hilt before pulling almost all the way out. The boy’s insides clamped him, warm and soggy. He couldn’t stop even if he tried. He came hard, releasing his load inside the boy and fell on top of him, completely exhausted. His cock still leaked as he pulled out of the boy.

Daisuke rubbed himself in faster strokes. Even though the teacher had pulled out, he could still feel him inside, throbbing and hot, and it was enough to send waves of ecstasy over his body. He came in a few waves, the semen landing on his bare chest, the teacher’s shirt and some of it even reached the couch.

He pressed his body against his teacher’s, letting their softening organs pulse together as they both tried to settle their breaths.

When Shouji came back to his senses, the first thought that came to his mind was, I’m such a bad a teacher.

Not only did he have sex with his underage student, not only did he cheat on his girlfriend, their estranged status notwithstanding, but he didn’t even use a condom. He sat up and looked at Daisuke. The overgrown boy was perched against the back of the sofa, his sweatpants dangling from one of his raised feet and his hand was resting on his dick. It was a little unsettling that the boy’s feigned innocent appearance made Shouji want to have another round.

He reached out to move the boy’s damp hair from his eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked.

Daisuke propped himself up and grinned at him. “Never felt better…”

“Are you hurt?” Shouji touched the boy’s hip. He was too eager to shove himself in that he forgot it was the first time the boy had been penetrated, what if he injured him?

“I’m fine… it burns a little, but…” Daisuke’s grin grew wider and he surprised the teacher with a hug. “I wouldn’t mind doing it again… even right now.”

Shouji gave him an uncomfortable smile. They were both demons.

~*~

“Yuu-chan~” Daisuke grinned as he walked into the class the following morning.

Yuuto was sitting behind his desk with a book. He raised his eyes. “What?” He noticed Daisuke looked unusually glowing than he had been in a while, since the fallout with his parents. He was smug and sported a new haircut and style, looking more like his old self again.

Daisuke leaned down to hug his friend’s shoulders and whispered into his ear, covering his mouth with his hand so the other students who watched them won’t be able to detect his words.

“I did it…”

“Did what?” Yuuto asked and Daisuke hushed him.

“Sex… with sensei…” he whispered more explicitly.

“You did WHAT?” Yuuto gaped. “Are you insane?”

“Completely… It was, the best sex ever… I want to do it again…” Daisuke whispered.

Yuuto winced and tried to back away from Daisuke. “I can’t believe he did it…” he said quietly.

He imagined sensei had more control, even though he knew Daisuke was quite pushy and didn’t mind stepping over anyone or anything that stood in his way. He witnessed it first hand, Daisuke was irresistible.

Surprisingly, Yuuto felt bitter. He liked Moriyama-sensei, but thinking of him as Daisuke’s lover made Yuuto uncomfortable. No, that was not what he was feeling. It was anger. Daisuke did it with many girls and boys, but he never talked about any of them, never really showed any emotions, and Yuuto, of course, didn’t want to hear about the conquests. It was somewhat a comfort that he was still important to Daisuke. He’s been feeling left out for a while, but those feelings kept growing, and his efforts to alienate and detach himself from his only friend were so far a failure.

Daisuke got up, his hand still resting lightly on Yuuto’s shoulder, but his attention was on the clock. When some students in class took the opportunity to indulge him in a chat, Daisuke realized he had lost interest in the mundane free time activities of his friends.

All he wanted was to see Moriyama-sensei… to touch him. Sensei said the last night was the only time, but they went to bed together and made love a couple more times before falling asleep and Daisuke had already planned to have many more “only time” like that.

Moriyama-sensei chose to ignore the subject in the morning, despite Daisuke’s not so gentle teases.

“I have to return you to your parents as soon as possible.” Was the only thing he said in relation to their night of passion, expect for, of course, a short lecture about safe sex, and Daisuke had to assure him he had always used a condom before.

“Hasabe?” his classmate was trying to catch his attention and Daisuke realized his mind had wandered off again.

The class representative announced the teacher’s arrival, and Daisuke went to stand behind his desk.

Shouji took his students’ attendance and rushed through Daisuke’s name without looking at the boy. It was too embarrassing. Could he ever do anything to repent the sin he committed?

“Hmm…” he cleared his throat once he finished reading out the names. “In two weeks we’re going to Kyoto for the school trip. I have the papers here, please have your guardians sign them as soon as possible.”

His hand shook a little when he handed the paper to Daisuke.

“I’ll be sure to have my guardian sign it…” The boy’s voice was filled with arrogance, as if he took delight in the situation he was in.

Someone else would have sunk into a deep depression, Shouji thought. He mused briefly about his female student who committed suicide after going completely psychotic on him following his rejection. He didn’t tell Daisuke, but the girl’s suicide attempt failed, as pills suicides often do, and she was admitted into a mental ward. Shouji still visited her on occasions, but she didn’t even recognize him with all the drugs pumped into her veins, although in his last visit it seemed she was doing slightly better.

His new situation with Daisuke made him wonder if things were different had he accepted her feelings.

He shook his head from the thought. It was their personalities that were completely different. Accepting the forbidden feelings of the girl would have made matters even worse. Her suicide would have likely been a success.

“Sensei?” He heard Daisuke ask and looked at the boy for the first time.

“You can let go now…” The boy smiled and jerked the paper, trying to release it from the teacher’s hand.

“Oh, sorry.” Shouji blushed and let go of the paper. Without another word, he moved to hand out the rest of the papers.

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