Tokyo Boys

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TOKYO BOYS
Chapter 4


Finally, the awaited spring vacation began. The first thing the boys decided to do upon leaving the school's gates for the last time as first year students, was go downtown to the arcade and finish the night with a karaoke party.

They were a large group of boys and a few girls. Yuuto wasn't officially invited and he would've loved to go home instead, but Daisuke dragged him with him. The forced socialization made Yuuto feel uneasy and even stressed. He especially didn't like that Mashiba Isamu, the person he blamed for Daisuke's increasing interest in boys, was also with them.

As he anticipated, Mashiba was closely following Daisuke, along with the girls. The girls were fawning over Daisuke the entire walk to the train station and Daisuke seemed to enjoy the attention and played along. Midori was also there, Yuuto felt some comfort. She smiled at him and left her friends to walk by his side. They had an idle chat and he felt his tension level was starting to ease.

The train was packed and Yuuto started to panic as he faced the door. When it opened a wave of people washed him away and he lost sight of Midori who cleared the way beforehand. He nearly lost his footing in the stampede.

Suddenly a hand grabbed his coat from behind.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to get lost?" Daisuke pulled him out of the people's way. "We're going in that car." He started walking to the next car, where the others were boarding the train, dragging Yuuto behind him like a little child.

Yuuto felt embarrassed, but at the same time relieved. It was a peculiar thing, how Daisuke always came in time to save him.

Once again they were crammed inside the train. Since only Daisuke was tall enough to grab onto the train handles, Yuuto grabbed onto him. People were pressing against them, and suddenly Yuuto noticed he was face to face with Midori. She gave him an apologetic smile and said, “Sorry for disappearing on you before… I thought you had noticed they went to the other door…”

Yuuto smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, I spaced out…”

He felt Daisuke’s hand landing on his head. “It’s okay, Yuu-chan always does that…”

Midori smiled. “I think that’s cute.”

Even though Yuuto felt like a little sardine in a net full of tuna fish, with elbows sticking at his face from almost every direction, he wanted this train ride to go on forever. With Daisuke supporting him from behind and Midori’s pleasant face smiling at him from such a close range, what more could he wish for?

The public announcement system soon announced their destination and everyone pushed towards the door. Within seconds Yuuto washed out with the flood of people into the platform. They weren’t the only ones that celebrated the beginning of the spring break at the arcade; it was a colorful exhibition of different school uniforms from all over the city.

Yuuto sat with Midori at the table in the dinning area. As usual he wasn’t keen on gaming and slipped away from Daisuke’s control. When the latter got so into his game he couldn’t care less if an earthquake destroyed Japan, as long as he had the controller in his hands.

The two were eating ice cream and Yuuto’s eyes traveled from Daisuke to Midori. He smiled shyly when she shifted her eyes to him. Was this how a date felt like? He didn’t know what to say, so he just continued eating his ice cream quietly, waiting for her to start the conversation.

“Hasabe, you have to let us win some…” one his friends complained as Daisuke and his team managed to take another win.

“How about a little bet?” Mashiba, who was on the losing team, asked and walked over to Daisuke’s side. He stood on his tiptoes, putting his hand on Daisuke’s shoulder and forcing him to lean in. He brought his mouth to Daisuke’s ear and whispered, “If I win, you’ll do me.”

Daisuke laughed and said aloud, “You’re not going to beat me.”

“Are we game?”

“Just a kiss,” Daisuke said. “If you win, I’ll kiss you.”

The other boys gasped. “Well, it’s not like he’s going to lose…” They quickly dismissed it.

Akira and his friends, who had just finished their second year of middle school, also chose to spend the day at the city's largest and most popular gaming center. Like his older brother, Akira could game until his fingers went numb and maybe even beyond. At home the pair of gaming-geek siblings could battle it out for hours if only their mother didn't chase them out of the PlayStation altar in the living room.

"I need to go to the restrooms," Akira excused himself and departed from his group of friends.

He spotted his older brother among the hoard of people. He seemed to be headed in the direction of the restrooms as well and Akira pushed farther between the people, trying to catch up with Daisuke. He noticed his brother had someone with him. Akira was acquainted with many of his brother's friends, but didn't recognize the person he was with.

To his surprise, instead of turning left to the men's room, Daisuke and his friend continued into the dark hallway that served as an emergency exit. Akira continued making his way, but when he arrived at the junction, the two teens were no longer in sight. Hesitantly, he stepped into the exit hall where he had last seen Daisuke disappear into. A few steps in and he spotted his older brother.

Daisuke was holding the unknown boy against the wall and they were entangled in a kiss. Akira gasped in surprised, his eyes widening. At first he wasn’t sure what he was witnessing; maybe he needed to get his eyesight checked, or maybe his brother was playing a joke that had gone too far. The other boy moved his hands to Daisuke’s lower back. At that point, Akira felt a little faint and slunk away before his brother even noticed his presence.

“That was really quick,” his friend said when he rejoined them in the arena. He just stood there, still looking at the direction of the exit.

“Are you okay? Akira?”

He snapped from his trance and turned to his friends with a little smile. “Yeah, sorry.”


Yuuto almost finished his ice cream when Daisuke and Mashiba returned from their toilet break. Most of the boys had run out of tokens and the group decided it was a good time to hit the karaoke place.

“Ah, Kaname-kun,” Midori averted his attention. “Your ice cream is melting.”

Yuuto noticed, albeit too late, that the dark rich cream was flowing between his fingers and down the back of his hand. Before he was able to reach out for a tissue to wipe it, Daisuke caught his wrist and licked the cream from his hand.

Yuuto tried to pull his hand back.

Daisuke let go of him, smiled and dropped himself on a free chair. “Delicious.” He leaned his face on his hand and looked up at Yuuto with a cheerful grin.

“Idiot!” Yuuto grabbed a napkin and cleaned his hand.

“You two are such good friends,” Midori said with a smile.

“Yuu-chan is taking care of me for a long, long time,” Daisuke told her and got up.

“Don’t call me Yuu-chan!” Yuuto hissed at him.

“I’ve never seen Kaname-kun so lively before… you’re so cute.” The girl smiled brightly.

Yuuto blushed and Daisuke leaned towards him and grabbed him, locking his arm over Yuuto’s head. “He’s always like that…” He grinned.

Yuuto tried to wriggle out of his hold to no avail until Daisuke finally released him and chuckled. “Are you ready to go?”

“I’m ready to go home…” Yuuto muttered, but Daisuke paid no mind and pulled him up, dragging him behind him. Midori got up and joined them.

~*~

“I’m home,” Daisuke announced when he entered the house, late that evening.

His mother appeared before him, reaching out her hand. Tacitly, he took out his report card from his school bag and put it in her stretched hand.

“Are you even trying to study?” Were the first words out of her mouth as her eyes skimmed through the paper. “You have so much potential, Daisuke. You could do better.”

Daisuke shrugged. “Maybe I’m just stupid.”

“Don’t say that!” She scolded him and then sighed. “The only subject you did well and even got 100 is Physical Education. Your father is not going to be happy when he sees this.”

“I am truly very sorry…” Daisuke shrugged. “Any other lecture can wait till I’ve taken a shower…. Please.”

Akira just finished drying himself up when Daisuke entered the bathroom. He jumped, holding the towel over his crotch. “Can’t you knock?”

“Why, do you need to hide your boobs?” Daisuke scoffed.

“Shut up!” Akira glowered at him.

Daisuke shrugged and removed his undershirt. Akira looked at his brother’s exposed torso. When Daisuke showed him his back as he took off his pants, Akira suddenly had a vivid vision of the scene he witnessed earlier that day, of his brother engaged in a passionate kiss with another guy.

“Brother, why don’t you bring Kasumi-chan over anymore?” he asked quietly.

“Hmm?” Daisuke turned to him. He was fully naked, but didn’t seem to care.

Akira’s face, already heated up from the steam in the room, turned even redder. His brother didn’t seem to notice he was acting any different.

“We broke up almost two weeks ago,” he said matter-of-factly.

“And you’re not…” Akira moved aside when Daisuke walked towards the shower. “You’re not getting a new one?”

“New what?”

“Girlfriend…”

“Why?” Daisuke asked and opened the stream, checking out the water’s heat.

“Because you always bring new girls home…” Akira hesitated.

“Is that so?” Daisuke still sounded indifferent. “That’s such a bad way to treat girls, why would I do that?”

“Stop joking!!” Akira yelled at him. “You’re acting so strange lately!”

Daisuke raised his eyes to the boy. “Kid… high school is different from middle school… I don’t have time to date girls anymore, they’re too demanding,” he said quietly.

Akira was confused. He stood there with the towel around his waist, holding his basket of clothes and stared at his brother.

“It’s none of your business anyway, stop asking annoying questions.” Daisuke stepped into the water, letting it wash over his body.

Akira fumed, his cheeks swelled up in anger and he stormed out of the bathroom with the clothes in his arms, without another word.

~*~

Daisuke lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. It was the first day of spring vacation, and it was early in the morning. During the semester even his alarm clock couldn’t wake him up in the morning, it was usually his mother, or his brother on his mother’s order, waking him up to get ready for school. So why was he fully awake when he didn’t even need to set an alarm?

The previous night before he went to bed, his father arrived and caught him for a talk about his report card. Daisuke wished he had gone to bed a little earlier. As expected, his father wasn’t pleased with his mediocre results.

“Do you plan to get accepted to a university with these scores?” he asked in his stiff, stern voice. “Looking good and being good at sports won’t get you into a good university… At least if you were seriously developing one sport to excel in, instead of switching fields every year, maybe you had some hope as an athlete… but when you’re like this you’re absolutely worthless.”

‘Worthless…’ Daisuke reflected on his father’s speech. He stretched his arm, lifting it up to the ceiling. “Everyone desires me and he calls me worthless…” he whispered bitterly. “I could be an idol if I wanted, why should I end up a shitty salary man like you…”

His phone beeped with an incoming mail. At this hour it could only be the freaks from his club. They were planning to keep practicing the entire vacation. Daisuke had no such intention. He went to pick up his phone. Indeed the mail was from the new club captain, calling him to show up for practice at 8:30am.

Daisuke huffed and replied with a short message: “Quitting the club. Sorry.” He didn’t even realize that was what he wanted to type; it was a split second reaction. Why was it mandatory to have club activities? He could be using that precious time for fun things with his friends in 2-Chome. To hell with his father.

It took exactly 7 seconds for the answer to arrive: “Why???! You can’t quit!!”

“Not up to it anymore, sorry.” He hit ‘send’ and threw the phone on his bed.

He paced aimlessly around the room before going to the bathroom to brush his teeth. His mother was preparing to leave for work and caught him as he stepped down the stairs. “What, you’re awake so early?” she was surprised to see him. “I have to go, cook yourself something to eat and take care of your brother.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said and went to the bathroom, before entering the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

As he was cooking, his younger brother showed up, still in his pajamas, with unkempt bed hair. “Did mom leave already?” he asked and yawned, rubbing his eyes.

“Yup. Go wash your face, breakfast’s almost ready.” Daisuke tossed the sausages like a pro.

They sat down at the table. Besides sausages, Daisuke’s breakfast included tamago, onigiri, leftover miso soup his mother made the previous day and for dessert some mochi.

“Brother, you’re such a good cook!” Akira enjoyed himself, licking his lips.

“This is easy stuff, you can do it yourself too, don’t expect me to cook for you every morning,” Daisuke went to the fridge to take out juice.

“But it won’t be as great…” Akira mumbled and sipped loudly on the soup. “When it comes to cooking I’m like Yuu-chan…”

Daisuke gave him a little bump on the head with the plastic bottle. “That’s because you’re both the pampered youngest child.”

“But Yuu-chan’s older sister doesn’t live at home anymore, does she?” Akira asked after thanking him for the juice.

“Nope, she got married last year and moved to… Tottori I think?” Daisuke sat down and continued to eat.

“Wow, that’s so far.”

“Can’t be helped, that’s where her husband was transferred to.” Daisuke shrugged.

“Do you think…” Akira hesitated. He stabbed a sausage with his fork. “You’ll ever get married?”

Daisuke almost spat his drink. “What?!”

Akira remembered again the scene from the previous day. He couldn’t tell his brother he was trying to fish if it was really him kissing another boy. Maybe it was just someone who looked just like him… it could happen…

“I dunno… do you want to get married?” he continued.

“Of course not, I’m not even 17 yet…” Daisuke shook his head. “But I’ll probably leave home as soon as I graduate.”

He got up and put the dishes in the sink. Akira did the same.

“Since I cooked, it’s your duty to do the dishes,” Daisuke said.

His younger brother made a puppy eyes face. “You don’t pamper your little brother enough.”

“That face might work on mom, not on me.” Daisuke gave him a kick in the butt.

After doing the dishes, Akira was prepared to leave for his school. He was in the soccer club and they had daily training, weekends and vacations not excluded. Unlike Daisuke, he was passionately devoted to his club.

Daisuke got dressed and decided to go out. His legs led him to Yuuto’s house. He wondered if Yuu-chan was still sleeping. He stood outside in the street, staring at the little house. It was still cold outside and the idea of crawling into Yuu-chan’s futon and cuddling with him warmed him up.

Daisuke huffed. Unlike him, Yuu-chan was serious. He was smart and knew what he wanted to do in life since they were children. His father would have probably preferred Yuu-chan as his son.
Daisuke let out a short, bitter laughter and walked away.

~*~

The next destination his legs took him to, with a little train help, was the den. Most of the guys were still sleeping when he arrived and he wondered if they had a job.

“Dai-kun~~” Tachibana leaped to hug him tight. “You’re gorgeous even in the morning!”

Daisuke had to push him away, not before receiving a wet kiss. “Look at you lazy buggers sleeping in…” he said as he stepped into the room.

Yoshimura grinned at him and took out a cigarette. “Adults can play all night, you know… mama doesn’t give us curfew.”

“Isn’t that great… I wanna become an adult quickly…” Daisuke dropped himself on the sofa next to Yoshimura and took the cigarette from his hand. “Not the kind of adult my old man is…” He took a drag from the cigarette and puffed the smoke in a perfect ring.

Yoshimura laughed, “No one wants that…”

“Ne, Taka-san…” Daisuke returned the cigarette. “When will you take me to one of the clubs?”

“When you grow hair on your balls.” Nakagawa said and everyone laughed.

“Yeah, you just want an excuse to see my balls.” Daisuke stuck out his tongue.

“You can come to my bar…” Tachibana started.

Daisuke jumped from the sofa and towered over the short man, grabbing his shoulders. “You’re a bartender?!”

“Doesn’t look it, does he? Do you know he’s also the oldest among us?” Yoshimura noted.

“Eh? Really? How old are you?” Daisuke eyed him and let go of his arms.

“I’m 24…” Tachibana admitted.

“Ehh? You don’t even look older than me… why didn’t you tell me before?” Daisuke asked.

“It didn’t come up…” Tachibana smiled apologetically. “Anyway, Dai-kun is welcomed to visit anytime~”

“I’ll go!!” Daisuke beamed, looking all excited and starry eyed.

“Calm down, cowboy, it’s only opening at 8pm.” Tachibana was amused. “You’re such a kid.”

“Do I need to pay the fee now?” Daisuke asked and leaned in, bringing his face close to Tachibana’s.

“Yes, but the entrance fee is very high…” Tachibana tapped his finger on Daisuke’s lips.

The other men in the room got up and decided to go out for breakfast. The mini fridge in the corner of the kitchenette was only full of booze. They asked Daisuke and Tachibana if they were coming.

“No, I already had breakfast, thanks,” Daisuke rejected the offer.

Tachibana clung on him, wrapping his arms around his neck. “I’ll be having my breakfast now… you boys can go have fun~”

They were left alone and Tachibana held Daisuke’s hand, leading him to his room. It was vastly different than Yoshimura’s room. He had a huge closet. Daisuke didn’t think anyone needed room for so many clothes but Tachibana was always dressed a little different than everyone else, with bright colors or even sequins, so it made some sense. The walls were covered with posters of American old-movie stars like Greta Garbo, Marilyn Monroe, James Dean and more. A large rainbow flag was hung over the bed.

Tachibana sat down on the bed and pulled Daisuke to him. “Let’s see how well you’ve learned…” He grinned.

“Ah, I hate exams…” Daisuke sighed and removed his shirt, while Tachibana undid his pants.

“That’s part of life… you only graduate from this school when you die…” he hummed as he pulled down Daisuke’s pants. The younger boy wriggled to help take them off. Tachibana proceeded to remove his own clothes and pulled Daisuke to the bed with him.

Daisuke fell on top of him, their cocks squeezing together. He rocked himself for a while, letting the cocks rub together, before giving Tachibana a more personal attention and lowered himself down between the older man’s thighs. He looked in curiosity at the man’s penis. Now that it was fully erect it looked a lot bigger than before. It was kind of fascinating.

Tachibana squirmed when Daisuke’s tongue lapped around his exposed glans. His left hand clutched his pillow tightly as if he feared he was going to fall off the bed. His other hand played with his nipples.

“Dai-kun… you’re fantastic…” he whispered as another spasm travelled up his body.

“Wait… let me… come up here…” he whizzed, rearranging their locations on the bed, now Daisuke’s hard member was directly over Tachibana’s face.

Since he was much taller, he had to crouch over Tachibana’s face and fold his long legs. He went back to sucking on Tachibana’s cock, but as Tachibana grabbed his cock and directed it to his mouth; it was difficult to concentrate on the job.

He could tell Tachibana was an expert on a level quite above him and Mashiba… soon he thrust himself into Tachibana’s mouth, aching to reach a climax. He forced himself away and panted, looking at Tachibana like a defeated puppy.

Tachibana sat up, smiling at him. “Too much excitement for our stud?”

“You’re going to make me come too early…” Daisuke complained.

“Hahaha, it’s okay…” Tachibana slithered himself towards Daisuke and touched his stomach lightly. “You’re young, you can get it back up fast…” He wrapped his hand around Daisuke’s wet shaft, rubbing the lucent fluid. Daisuke cringed and grabbed onto Tachibana’s shoulder.

“That’s true…” he grunted. “But usually I can… last longer than this…”

Tachibana laughed, “You still haven’t come! Let me show you something good…” He pushed Daisuke down against the mattress, still holding onto his cock. He buried his head between Daisuke’s thighs, licking the hard cock near the crease of the testicles. Daisuke moaned as Tachibana travelled his tongue down the sac, to the base of the cock and finished his journey at Daisuke’s tightly puckered hole.

Daisuke groaned when he felt the wet tongue prodding and licking at his entrance, it was hard to concentrate on one sensation when Tachibana continued stimulating his rigid cock at the same time.

Tachibana moved back, propping himself on his knees. Daisuke opened his eyes, not sure what to expect next, he used the short recess to fix his breath. Tachibana tore a condom wrapper and swiftly covered Daisuke, before moving up to position himself over Daisuke’s lower body. The younger boy instinctively reached his hands up to Tachibana’s hips.
Tachibana held Daisuke’s cock firmly with one hand while lubing his hole with the other. He then squatted lower and impaled himself on the covered rod.

Daisuke gasped and spread his legs farther apart, helping Tachibana slide on him. The new position gave him a new thrilling sensation he could not have imagined before. He started rocking his lower body, holding on to Tachibana and helping him move smoother. Tachibana pumped himself and then squirted his semen on Daisuke’s torso, almost losing his balance. Daisuke breathed heavily as he continued to thrust into his bed partner, until he reached his own climax. He fell back, his cock was still hard, but his body felt so limp. Tachibana rolled on his back, next to him, breathing hard.

Tachibana stretched his arm and picked a box of tissues from the nightstand. He took a few tissues and handed the box to Daisuke. He bent over again and brought his cigarette pack, he offered one to Daisuke and lit it up for him.

“You’re pretty good, little stud. You have good stamina,” he said and rumpled Daisuke’s hair playfully.

“So I passed?” Daisuke snickered and puffed the smoke.

“With flying colors…” Tachibana grinned. “Although you’re still very vanilla… you got excited when I changed positions didn’t you?” he gave the boy a little pat on his head.

~*~

They took another hour to get clean and proper.

“We’re back~” They heard the guys’ voice coming from the entrance.

“So, what’s the verdict?” Shima was the first to ask, and everyone leaned over him to listen in.

“Very impressive for a newbie!” Tachibana patted Daisuke’s back.

“Oh don’t tell him that, he’s already cocky enough.” Nakagawa wrapped a hand around Tachibana’s shoulders and brought him closer, squeezing him.

“Seriously though, has it really been only 10 days since Taka brought him here?”

~*~

Daisuke spent the rest of the day playing on the wii, defeating 8 grown men in Super Smash Brothers Brawl until a few of them dropped out to get to their part time jobs, or so they said. Daisuke even made an effort to give his mother a call, telling her he’ll be staying over at Yuuto’s, in order to go over his weak subjects. His mother was really easy to please. She didn’t know that Yuuto was actually at school, joining the art club project for the coming new school year.

Finally, Tachibana, the last man alive besides Daisuke, put down his wii controller. “Well, it’s time to get ready for work~”

“Excellent…” Daisuke got up and stretched.

“You want to come with me now or wait till the opening hour?” Tachibana asked.

“With you, of course.” Daisuke collected his coat.

When Tachibana walked out from his bedroom he looked like an entirely different person. Gone were the flashy tight clothes, he was now wearing a respectable black and white suit with a vest and a bow tie. His usually clippie hair was gelled back, giving him a more serious look. He picked his trench coat from the rack.

“Ready?” he smiled at the boy.

“Ye-yes…” Daisuke continued to stare at him.

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