Tokyo Boys

TOKYO BOYS
Chapter 32


Yuuto felt fear creeping in as he stood alone in the street with strange men of all ages scouting him with narrowed eyes.

It was getting colder and darker and he had no coat. He just zipped up his hoodie all the way up and wrapped his arms around himself in an attempt to get warmer.

Suddenly he saw a familiar figure smoking under the streetlight. Even though he had only seen the man twice, he recognized him. He looked exactly as Yuuto remembered, except now he was wearing a beanie on the top of his long hair.

“Uhm, Yoshimura-san?” he asked carefully after stepping over.

The long-haired man puffed smoke and looked down at the High School boy, as though trying to recognize him.

“It’s… um, Kaname… I mean, Hasabe’s… friend… we’ve met before…” Yuuto mumbled shyly.

“Is that cute Yuu-chan?!” Yoshimura seemed pretty enthusiastic to see him. “What did you do to your hair?!”

“Ahh…” Yuuto made a face.

Yoshimura smiled at him. “You’re still so cute! I’ve been telling Daiichin to bring you along but he never agreed!” Yoshimura wrapped his arm around Yuuto’s neck and ruffled his hair. “Where is that brat anyway? I want to kill him…”

Yuuto sighed and released himself from the man’s hold. From his reflection on the glass window near them, he could see the lotion he put in the morning no longer held his hair in place and he looked pretty much the same as he’s always looked.

“He’s… not here, I’m alone...” he mumbled.

“So what brings you here?” Yoshimura asked, still holding his hand on the boy’s back. “Of course it’s a pleasure to see you… Daiichin hasn’t visited us for a long time! He owes us quite a bit of money, that brat. Is he so busy cohabiting with the teacher?”

Yuuto blushed.

“So you’re feeling lonely, is that it?” Yoshimura petted him as if he were a little child.

“Actually…” Yuuto hesitated. “Just felt like… seeing you…” He gulped.

“You’re in luck, I’m free tonight… just came here to do some cruising…” Yoshimura grinned and wrapped his arm around the smaller boy. “I think I’ve found what I’m looking for…”

Yuuto followed Yoshimura to the apartment. It looked the same to Yuuto as the last time he was there, with the unbearable mess of clothes on the tattered sofas and on the floor, along with papers, pens, rolls of handmade cigarettes and other things that made Yuuto blush a deeper shade of crimson.

He found it strange that Yoshimura knew exactly where to fish for the television’s remote control. He flipped the TV open on some loud music channel and walked over to Yuuto. “So, how can I please you?” He cupped the boy’s face with his large, sweaty hands.

“I just,” Yuuto hesitated, still blushing. “I want to change… I want to be… cool. I thought maybe… you could teach me…”

“Cool, huh?” Yoshimura grinned. “Have you ever been kissed?”

Yuuto gasped inaudibly and looked up at Yoshimura. He shook his head.

“No? Daiichin never kissed you?” Yoshimura seemed surprised and Yuuto reflected on the almost-kiss Daisuke nearly forced on him a few weeks back.

“That’s sad, but don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything you need to know…” He leaned in to kiss Yuuto.

The boy held his breath. It felt like a good time to run away, but somehow his legs remained fixed to the ground. He couldn’t move.

Yoshimura’s lips felt warm and wet on his mouth. He reeked of alcohol and tobacco, which bothered Yuuto, but before he could pull away, he felt Yoshimura’s tongue prodding at his lips. He gasped in surprise and nearly fell when he tried to step back.

“Careful…” Yoshimura grabbed him forcibly by his arms. “Do you know what is French kissing?”

Yuuto looked at him, feeling helpless. “Yeah… but…”

Yoshimura smiled. “Stick out your tongue,” he said softly.

The boy did as he was told, not sure where it was leading. Yoshimura lowered towards him and licked the boy’s reached tongue. Yuuto moaned in surprise, but couldn’t move as Yoshimura’s hands held his shoulders tightly. The older boy continued to play with the boy’s tongue for a few more moments, encouraging Yuuto to participate. He then leaned and covered the locked tongues with his mouth.

Yuuto gasped for air when Yoshimura let go of him. It felt gross, but he didn’t say anything. Yoshimura pulled him down to the floor with him and took out a cigarette.

“Want?” he asked.

Yuuto was about to shake his head to decline, when Yoshimura added, “It’s what the cool kids do.”

Yuuto furrowed his brow and then mumbled his okay. Yoshimura gave him a cigarette and Yuuto was about to put it in his mouth.

“Wait,” Yoshimura laughed. “The other way around…” He pulled the cigarette from Yuuto’s hand and turned it around so that the filter was now in the direction of the boy’s lips.

“Oh, sorry… I didn’t look…” Yuuto blushed in embarrassment.

“Now you need to inhale while I light it, okay? Just inhale,” Yoshimura instructed and flicked his lighter on.

Again, Yuuto did as he was told and coughed, taking the cigarette out of his mouth when the smoke filled his throat. “Ugh… it’s disgusting!” He made a face and squinted at the cigarette. “What’s the fun about smoking it?”

Yoshimura laughed. “Maybe you’ll enjoy this one better…” he took out a joint from his inner pocket and lit it up, taking a whiff. He then passed it to the boy. “Inhale.”

Yuuto returned the filtered cigarette and tried the joint. He still coughed when the smoke engulfed his lungs. It was really terrible. He coughed again, feeling his throat and eyes burning from the stingy smoke.

“Feeling good yet?” Yoshimura asked and started unzipping the boy’s hoodie.

“Not really…” Yuuto coughed and still took another drag from the joint. His head felt light and the smoke made his eyes bleary.

Yoshimura removed the boy’s hoodie and pulled out his shirt from the pants, touching the tight stomach underneath. “Nice, Yuu-chan… you’re doing good.”

The boy squirmed when he realized Yoshimura was working on his pants. Wasn’t it going too fast?

“Wait…” He tried to hold Yoshimura’s hand back, but Yoshimura paid no mind and reached inside the dark material to grope Yuuto.

Yuuto let out a soft moan when he felt the warm hand clasping around his member. He was never touched by anyone down there and while he knew he should be feeling ashamed, he couldn’t help but feel good. Maybe it was the weird cigarette Yoshimura let him smoke.

Without a word, Yoshimura pulled down the boy’s pants to have a better access to the flaccid organ.

“Wait…” Yuuto tried saying when he slowly realized what was happening. “I don’t…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you hot and ready…” Yoshimura said and squeezed a tube of lubrication on his palm before rubbing on the boy’s privates.

“I didn’t mean… I don’t want… stop…” Yuuto tried to sit up. “Stop… Yoshimura-san!”

“What, you wanted me to teach you didn’t you? Did you know I was Daiichin’s first?” Yoshimura grinned as he continued to knead Yuuto’s flesh. “See, you’re getting hard… you like it.”

“Let me go… I changed my mind…” Yuuto tried to pull away, but Yoshimura pushed him back forcefully and grabbed his wrists, nailing him down to the floor.

“You can’t waltz in here with that cute face of yours, beg to be touched and then change your mind like a cocktease.”

Yuuto started to panic when he watched the dark flare in Yoshimura’s eyes as he grinned at him. Yoshimura picked up his cell phone, still nailing Yuuto to the floor by force. “Shima, come on over with the others, I’ve got Daiichin’s payment ready.” He smirked, glancing at Yuuto.

“Let go of me…” Yuuto tried shouting, but Yoshimura slapped his hand over his mouth, shutting him up.

“Yes, it’s a very nice payment,” he said on the phone and hung up.

~*~

Yuuto didn’t know how long it lasted. His mind became foggy and his body was so sore it was painful to breathe.

“Clean yourself up…” he heard Yoshimura’s voice and felt something hit his bare stomach. “You sure came a lot for a first timer…” He sneered.

Yuuto opened his eyes, gazing at the ceiling. Attempting to sit up, a wave of pain washed through his body and he winced. The blending taste of blood, semen and smoke in his mouth made him want to vomit and he leaned in, clutching his hand around the tissue box.

Yoshimura told him something, but his voice, along with the voices of the others in the room mixed together with the upbeat song on the television into one big jumble in his brain. He had no power to speak.

He pulled up his pants sullenly, grabbed his hoodie and schoolbag and fled the apartment without a word.

Finally he was free, letting the cold air of the night cool his burning face. The tears he held back now flowed freely down his face and he walked slowly to the train station, trying to ignore the stabbing pain in his backside.

~*~

He didn’t know how he made his way back. He was still woozy when he reached his home. He almost fell inside when he opened the door. The boy kneeled, propping himself on the genkan step, and burst into tears. A dam inside him was breached and his lungs threatened to explode as a wave of tears washed over him.

It was not what he had wished for.

His cries subsided, but he was still holding himself up on the genkan, trying to calm down. The pain was still throbbing, but now the feeling of humiliation changed into anger, anger at himself for going there, for being so easy, so stupid, so weak.

The bile rose at his throat again and he got up quickly, almost stumbling, and ran over to the toilets. He tried vomiting unsuccessfully and just smeared the saliva from the corner of his mouth. He needed to brush his teeth right away, to make the mixture of disgusting tastes and odors disappear.

Glimpsing first at the mirror, he realized how terrible he looked. His hair was messy and his eyes red and puffy from crying so much. He was generally pale, save for some light blush on his cheeks, one red and swollen bruise across his right cheek and a bleeding cut on his lips where he bit himself too hard.

After the short inspection which included cleansing and washing his face, he took off his clothes and walked to the shower, letting the water wash the filth away from his body. He started scrubbing his skin until it turned red. His anus was too sore to touch, but he still reached down to clean himself from the semen that kept oozing, mixed with blood.

It was the longest shower he had ever taken and his body ached even more after the harsh scrubbing, but he didn’t care. No matter how much he scrubbed himself, his body still felt filthy. Could he ever enter the bath again?

When his mother returned home, Yuuto was already bundled up in his warm futon. He pretended to be asleep and shut his eyes tightly, wishing she would not come into his room.

He woke up with a start, realizing slowly it was already morning. His body felt too sore and heavy and he didn’t feel like getting up at all.

.
.
.