Tokyo Boys

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TOKYO BOYS
Chapter 29

When Yuuto woke up, the warmth was gone. Daisuke wasn’t there. Yuuto sat up, looking around his small room, as if hoping to see the tall boy crouching under the desk. The pleasant smell that rose up from the kitchen led him to where Daisuke was.

His friend was busy preparing a nearly full Japanese breakfast.

“Good morning, Yuu-chan.” Daisuke smiled at him. “Did you sleep well?”

Yuuto nodded and sat down at the table. As usual, Daisuke’s breakfast was looking tasty.

“Thank you…” Yuuto mumbled. “For coming over last night…”

“What are you saying, of course I would come!” Daisuke said before stuffing his mouth with a rice ball. “I promised you I always would, didn’t I?”

Yuuto lowered his head and picked up his chopsticks. “I’m sorry… You were with sensei…”

Daisuke shrugged and picked up his bowl of miso soup, sipping loudly. “Don’t worry about it. Besides, I’m with sensei all the time…” He grinned once he put down the bowl.

Yuuto ate his food slowly. Fortunately, Daisuke continued to eat without speaking. Only at the end of the meal, when he got up to pick the dishes, he threw a glance at Yuuto and saw he was still half way through his food.

“Is it not good?” he asked.

“Oh… I’m sorry…” Yuuto mumbled. “It’s really delicious, I’m just not very hungry…”

“You need to eat, Yuu-chan,” Daisuke scolded him. “You’re still growing.”

“Probably not…” Yuuto smiled shyly.

“Drink more milk!” Daisuke called out as he was washing his dishes. “You never touch it.”

“It doesn’t taste great on its own…” Yuuto eyed the glass of milk warily.

“Drink it.”

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Later in the morning, Moriyama-sensei called the house to check up on Yuuto. The boy assured him he was all right. Daisuke decided to stay with Yuuto until his mother returned home.

Daisuke spotted Yuuto’s water color sketches of Kyoto in the small living room and picked it up for a closer inspection.

It was amazing to see the city through Yuuto’s eyes. While Daisuke was looking at the gray buildings and buses and shoddy small shops, Yuuto was seeing the blooming gardens in some buildings’ front yards, the colorful trees that peeked behind sunlit buildings and mountains that were covered with clouds and carpet-like colorful flora wrapping them like a man-made blanket.

“I saw your painting at sensei’s house…” he told Yuuto when the boy walked in.

Yuuto halted. “You… did?” He had completely forgotten sensei had bought his old painting. He wondered what the teacher had told Daisuke. He asked him not to say anything about the summer job, but now it seemed so insignificant considering everything.

“I wish you showed me more of your works, I felt jealous.” Daisuke was still holding the sketch.

“I didn’t think you’d be interested in paintings…” Yuuto said. “You only had girls on your mind when I was drawing it…”

Daisuke chuckled. He couldn’t deny it was true. But he still wanted to see more of his friend’s painting. He spotted Yuuto’s notepad on the table and picked it up.

“Ah, don’t—!!” Yuuto tried to snatch it from his hand but Daisuke lifted it high over his head, so Yuuto couldn’t grab it.

“Give it back!”

“What’s the matter… is this where you drew all the X rated stuff?” The taller boy smirked.

“Idiot!” Yuuto blushed, and continued jumping in an attempt to snatch the notepad.

Daisuke held him back with one arm and opened the notepad. It had some pencil sketches of the shrines and temples around the city. When he continued flipping through the pages, despite Yuuto’s attempts to grab it back, he spotted a pencil portrait of himself, sleeping on the bus.

“When did you draw this?” Daisuke asked. “I didn’t know you were good at drawing people, it really looks like me…”

Yuuto felt his face flush. He tried to grab the notepad again but Daisuke moved his arm again. “What are you so excited for?”

“Give it back!” Yuuto frowned.

The next sketch was of Midori. Daisuke looked at it and smiled, before returning the notepad to Yuuto. “That’s nice. You should show it to her.”

Yuuto’s blush grew deeper.

Daisuke grinned and covered the distance between them, cupping Yuuto’s face. “You have a pretty face, you know?”

“Stop that…” Yuuto tried to shake him.

“I’m serious… your hair is just so normal… and it’s hiding your eyes…” He moved Yuuto’s bangs. “You need to make people notice you more.”

“I don’t want to be noticed… I’m fine the way I am…” Yuuto shrugged Daisuke’s hand away.

The taller boy laughed and continued to tease him. “I’m sure Shinozawa really likes you… I see you two talking all the time…” He took joy in Yuuto’s attempts to wrestle him off.

Yuuto slipped when he tried to push the bigger boy off and nearly fell on his butt. Daisuke grabbed him and sat down with him, laughing.

“You’re too cute, Yuu-chan…” Daisuke held his stomach in a fit of laughter. “It’s never boring with you…”

“I’m glad you find me so amusing…” Yuuto grumbled.

Daisuke turned serious, trying to control his facial expression. “Want to practice on me?” he asked, leaning closer to Yuuto.

“Ah, what?” Yuuto blinked at him.

Daisuke moved in and nailed the smaller boy to the floor. “Kiss me… so you’ll be prepared for Shinozawa…”

“It’s Shiozawa, stupid. And let go of me!” He tried to struggle.

“Come on… don’t you want to know what it feels like?” Daisuke lowered himself on top of Yuuto, bringing his face an inch away. He could feel the boy’s panicked breath.

“It’s not funny, Daisuke… get off me…” Yuuto tried to move.

Daisuke nearly touched the boy’s lips when he felt a strange tingling sensation in his guts. His cock stirred and he felt the budding of an erection as his lower region came to life.

He quickly let go of Yuuto and sat up, panting. Yuuto raised himself as well and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “What are you doing?! Pervert!”

“I’m sorry…” Daisuke said quietly. He was a little shaken up by his sudden arousal. He had never felt that way near Yuuto before. It freaked him out, quite honestly.

As if it were a divine intervention, the front door opened and they heard a man announcing his intrusion.

“Mom!” Yuuto got up and ran over to the door.

His mother was supported by her brother in law, Yuuto’s uncle, and stepped into the room.

“Yuu-chan.” She smiled at him and he ran over to her side. “I’m sorry to have made you worried.”

“It’s okay, welcome back, mom!” he said and helped her step up the genkan stair.

“Yuuto, my you’ve grown,” his father’s younger brother said and smiled at him. “I should be going now.” He handed the boy a brown paper bag. “These are the sleeping pills for your mother. Please make sure she takes them instead of running around the house.”

Yuuto nodded and accepted the bag.

“I’m sorry for troubling you, Haruhito.” Yuuto’s mother thanked him again for picking her up from the hospital.

“You can call me any time. Yoshihiko might be gone, but you’re still family. We’ll be happy to help.” He looked at Yuuto again. “Take care of your mother.”

“Yes, uncle!” Yuuto smiled politely and went to lock the door behind his departing uncle.

“Mom, I’ll get your futon ready so you could go rest.” He rushed up the stairs.

His mother approached Daisuke who stood near the stairs in silence.

“Daisuke-kun, thank you for always taking care of Yuuto,” she smiled at him.

“It’s my pleasure, Chika-san,” Daisuke said and bowed. “Please take care of yourself!”

After that, he decided to leave the two alone. Yuuto seemed to be doing a lot better. Daisuke was pretty concerned about him the previous night.

“Daisuke!” Yuuto shot down the stairs before he had a chance to leave. He turned around.

“Thank you!” the boy beamed at him, a big sincere, generous smile. Daisuke felt something move inside of him. Yuuto’s smiles were rare, but they were among the most gorgeous smiles he had ever seen.

“I’ll see you on Monday.” He smiled lightly and left.

~*~

When Daisuke returned to his teacher’s apartment, Shouji was sitting in the living room, reading through his teaching plans and reviewing some works of his students. He gave the boy a quick acknowledgement before returning to work.

“Sen~sei!” Daisuke wasn’t satisfied with that. He stealthily snuck up on his teacher, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck and kissed his cheek.

The teacher removed his glasses and reciprocated the kiss, reaching back his hand to pull the boy to him.

“Ahh…” Daisuke gasped once he broke free to breathe. The teacher had caught him by surprise for once.

Shouji smirked and put his glasses back on his nose, pushing them up with his forefinger.

“So, how’s Kaname-kun doing?”

Daisuke closed his mouth, his mind briefly processing the moment he mockingly forced himself on the smaller boy only to have the situation backfire.

“He seems good… his mother returned home, so I didn’t see a need to stay.” Daisuke stretched and jumped over the couch, cuddling up next to the teacher.

Shouji off-mindedly caressed the boy’s hair. “You’re a good friend.”

Daisuke pulled himself up and started caressing the man’s pants, feeling him up. Shouji attempted to ignore him and continued marking his work over Daisuke’s head, but it was nearly impossible to ignore the flame that started burning in his loins.

The boy was pleased to feel the hardening member and unzipped the teacher’s pants, freeing the growing cock from the cotton that kept it away from his greedy hands. Daisuke leaned in and ran his tongue over the length, tracing the pulsing vein along the shaft. He teased the foreskin with his teeth, pulling it back a bit and exposing the sensitive head. He wrapped his mouth around it, taking it as deep as he could.

Maybe he wasn’t an expert cocksucker as some of his friends and other people he’s been with, but he liked to think he was pretty darn good. As a proof to that, the teacher groaned softly, squirming in his seat and almost dropped his pen. Daisuke decided to make it impossible for him to continue working and continued running his tongue around the teased organ, lapping the fluids that oozed from the tip. His own cock stirred restlessly in his pants and he reached his hand between his legs to touch himself as his other hand continued to pump the teacher’s thick shaft while his mouth worked on the gland.

He could feel the sperm rising in the teacher’s sac as he approached his climax and sure enough, the teacher’s fingers clutched around Daisuke’s hair locks, yanking his head down on the shaft, before spraying the hot seed into the boy’s mouth. Daisuke managed to swallow some of the thick gunk, but let the rest drip down his chin and cheek and took pleasure in smearing the excess fluids down the glistening shaft with his fingers.

Before losing the momentum, he removed his denim and boxers quickly and straddled the teacher, leading the wet cock into him. The teacher let out a small cry when he felt his teased member trapped inside the boy’s flesh. Daisuke continued to ride him hard and without mercy, holding on to his teacher’s neck while his aching penis rubbed against the teacher’s muscular stomach. He then reached his own orgasm and fell into the teacher, breathing hard against the crook of his neck.

They stayed locked in their post-coital embrace for a while longer, before Shouji suggested getting a shower.

“Unless you want to stay glued until Monday,” he joked, running his fingers in the boy’s damp hair.

“I don’t mind…” Daisuke whispered, smiling coyly.

Shouji tossed him away gently and picked up a box of tissues from the table. “Ahh.. You’ve messed my shirt again… you’re such a bad boy.”

“Do you want to punish me, sensei?” Daisuke grinned smugly and spread over the couch, lifting up his shirt to expose his nipples. He played with his nipples suggestively and led his hands down to his softening cock, pulling at the foreskin before continuing down to his enlarged hole, where cum continued to leak from.

“I’ll punish you with no sex.” The teacher threw the box on the boy’s bare stomach, making him twitch.

“You’re so cruel, sensei…” Daisuke snickered and took a tissue to clean the drying semen from his lower body.

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