Tokyo Boys

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TOKYO BOYS

Chapter 7





Daisuke opened his mouth to show his surprise but Tachibana just smiled at him and put a finger against his mouth, indicating him to keep quiet and continue dancing. Daisuke had a chance to show the moves he picked from the Go Go boys, moving his torso in rhythm against Tachibana’s body.



One of the dancers moved behind him, and as they were dancing in three, he put his policeman hat on Daisuke’s head, to the screams of the audience. Daisuke held on to the hat as he continued moving his body aptly. The dancer who rubbed against his behind started to pull at his tank top, egging him to take it off. Daisuke applied, still holding on to the hat. He managed to remove the black shirt and twirled it around like lasso.



The dancer felt up Daisuke’s abs and ran his hands over his body, slipping fingers into his tight jeans. Daisuke leaned back against him, letting their tongues meet briefly. He then passed the police hat back to the dancer and returned his attention to Tachibana.



A new song started and Tachibana gave him a push, hinting it was time to get off the stage. Daisuke jumped back down and the men in the audience practically jumped on top of him, trying to touch his entire body. It was almost surreal. Some of the men even tried kissing him. He found a moment to put back his shirt on. It felt wet on his sweaty body.



Still feeling the adrenalin running in his veins, he randomly picked a young, good looking man that was ogling the Go Go boy. He didn’t even know what he was whispering in the man’s ear, but there was no way the man could have heard him anyway. They started dancing together, hip to hip, rubbing against each other and sweating together.



“Wanna have a drink?” the man asked, raising his head to reach Daisuke’s ear.



“What??” Daisuke shouted over the music.



“A drink!!” His dance partner shouted back.



“Okay!!” Daisuke let the young man lead him back to the bar. He watched him squeezing efficiently between the heavy drinkers that hogged the counter and those who were dancing with booze in their hands, right next to the bar.



The young man returned with two huge beer mugs. He gave one to Daisuke and took a swig.



“I’m Minami,” he introduced himself with a shout.



“Hasabe,” Daisuke said and took a little sip. It didn’t taste as good as the first beer he tried, but he kept swigging to the last drop.



Despite his large body, the alcohol went to his head pretty fast, and he staggered and grabbed onto Minami’s shoulders, almost dropping the mug.



“Woah, drunk already?” Minami caught him and laughed briefly. “You don’t want a refill do you?” He took the mugs and returned them to the bar.



When he returned, Daisuke wrapped his arms around his neck, and bit his ear teasingly.

“Let’s play…” He giggled, tracing his finger on Minami’s lips.



His erection was ruthlessly suppressed by the tight denim he was wearing. He could have undressed right there on the dancing floor, but the other man grabbed his arm, stopping him before he actually unbuckled and led him silently to the restroom area.



As they walked, the hall suddenly seemed so long and curvy. Men were standing there, getting their cock sucked or fucking someone without care. When Daisuke passed by them, they reached out to touch him. His vision started to get blurry. Their hands seemed like snakes plunging at him from the shadows. He felt so sick and his head was spinning. He started laughing, unable to stop himself. In the ultraviolet light his teeth were glowing white and bright.



Minami pushed him to the wall and began roaming his hands over Daisuke’s body, running down the wet shirt. He released Daisuke’s aching erection and took it in his mouth. Daisuke threw his head back against the wall and bit his lips. He was still caught in a giggling fit and just grabbed Minami’s hair, completely losing grip with his surrounding. He came fast and hard, releasing his load in his current partner’s mouth. It caught Minami by surprised and he gagged, falling back on his bottom. Daisuke just laughed, holding his aching stomach.



“Come on, that’s all you’ve got?” Minami complained. “You’re like a kid…” He wiped the sticky fluid from his face. “Do me now.”



Daisuke allowed Minami to handle him; his body seemed to take autonomic control while his brain was malfunctioning. He was pushed with his back against the wall again, and the guy turned around, sticking his naked butt in Daisuke’s face and fingering himself.



“That’s not going to work…” Daisuke laughed. He was still hard so it didn’t take long for him to push into the other guy.



In the dim light of the hallway, they blended well with the other men who were humping each other in various positions. He managed to last a bit longer and kept thrusting his hips as deep and hard as he could.



Daisuke growled deeply as another orgasm overcame him. The purple colors around him danced, and kept changing to different colors. It made Daisuke feel dizzy again. He almost fell over when he attempted to move away from his partner. He managed to drag himself to the bathroom, drop in front of one the western style toilet and empty his bowels, vomiting hard.



“Ugh….” He was hugging the toilet bowl with both his arms and rested his head against the cold porcelain.



He then closed his eyes, drifting into unconsciousness, until suddenly he felt someone shaking him. He opened his eyes a little and closed them again.



“Oi.”



“Oi, wake up, Hasabe!” The person shaking him was insistent. “What are you doing?”



Yoshimura kicked Daisuke’s legs, in an attempt to get him to wake up. “I’m going to snap a picture of you and use it as blackmail …”



Daisuke twitched and turned over, his arms left the toilet bowl and he dropped to the ground. His pants were still pulled down, exposing his backside.



“Or I’ll just do you right here…” Yoshimura hovered over Daisuke’s face and nibbled on his ear. “Your ass is still virginal isn’t it? Dai---”



They were both splashed with cold water. Yoshimura jumped to his feet. “What the hell are you doing, bastard?”



Shima just grinned at him, chewing on his cigarette. “I thought you needed a cold shower,” he said and looked at Daisuke, who was starting to come to.



“See, that’s why kids shouldn’t drink. He’s totally pissed.”



They both picked up Daisuke from the floor. Daisuke pulled up his pants meekly and put his arms around their shoulders, leaning on them for support.



“How much did you drink?” Yoshimura asked him.



Daisuke just chuckled and attempted to step forward, which almost resulted in all three of them falling in.



“Let’s do *hic* it againnn…” he slurred and laughed.



~*~



Daisuke woke up a couple of hours later and sat up. He squinted at the bright light and looked around to see where he was. Tachibana was sitting close by, next to a large vanity, removing his makeup.



“Finally decided to wake up? You’ve missed the party,” he said as he wiped his face with moist towelette.



Daisuke scratched his head. He was still out of it, it seemed, and his head was pounding.



“You need to learn to chug a bottle of beer, silly. And you were smoking pot too, what were you thinking?” Tachibana got up and walked over to the wayward teen. “Well, it looks like you still need more time to recover. Better not send you back to mommy just yet.”



“Can’t I stay here? It’s comfortable…” Daisuke mumbled and rested his aching head back on the sofa.



~*~



“Good morning,” Kaname Chika greeted her son when he stepped down to the kitchen.



“Mom!” Yuuto exclaimed in surprise. “What are you doing home?”



“Are you so surprised to see your mother home in the weekend, Yuu-chan?” she asked with a tired smile.



“I’m sorry… I forgot it’s Saturday…”



The table was already set for breakfast and all he had left to do was sit down and pick up his chopsticks. Although his mother said that, it was the first weekend in a while in which she didn’t have a shift. Yuuto chose not to comment on that and ate his dish quietly.



“I haven’t gotten a chance to speak to you in quite some time,” his mother said. “I’m sorry that I have so much work.”



“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” Yuuto smiled gently. “It gets tough, working in the hospital, I can understand that.”



“Yes, well…” She let out a sigh. “There are some issues we need to talk about…” Her voice sounded different and Yuuto put down his rice bowl.



“Even though I try to take as many shifts as I can, the financial situation is still a little tight, do you understand? Without your father around, and since Emi moved away, it’s becoming a little difficult.”



Yuuto hated the way she spoke to him, like a little child. As if he wouldn’t understand unless she simplified matters to him.



“Then… I’ll look for a part time job and help out,” he said. “I love the art club but it’s not that important…”



The truth was he believed he wasn’t skilled in anything but art. He was clumsy, couldn’t cook or sew or do any of the important house chores. He was probably a burden on his hard working mother, but he believed he could gain an experience if he found a job.



“No, no.” she cut him off. “You need to focus on your studies. I was thinking… you’re good with your studies… maybe you don’t need to go to cram school four times a week. Do you think going twice a week would still be good for you?”



Yuuto nodded. He looked at his mother’s face. She really seemed to have aged since he last saw her. He knew she wasn’t sleeping well, even though she was exhausted from work. He saw the vials of sleeping pills in the bathroom’s medicine cabinet, but didn’t say a word. His mother didn’t complain to him, and in fact, he had already felt the tight situation she was in, but figured she would be happier if he pretended not to notice.



His mother got up to do the dishes but he quickly jumped to his feet. “Let me do it!” He insisted.



She refused at first, but eventually gave in. “You’re such a good boy, Yuuto. I’m really sorry I can’t give you anything more.”



~*~



Daisuke woke up when a beam of sunlight flickered on his eyes through the blinds. He groaned when he tried to get up and he grabbed his head with both hands. It took him a moment to see he was back in the den. As usual there were a few guests taking the floor. He was honored to take the sofa. He made a face when he smelled the stench that rose from his body. He was still in his clothes and his shirt reeked of sweat, smoke and vomit. He removed it and ran a hand over his chest.



It dawned on him that he didn’t remember much of what happened in the club. He remembered he was drinking for free and cruised someone and that was it. He peeked at his watch, it was almost noon. His mother was going to flip on him again.



Deciding a shower was in order, he walked over to the bathroom, only to find another man who passed out naked on the floor. He gently kicked him out of the way and opened the water, letting it wash his stench away. He watched the naked guy stirring and rolling over, without waking up. Daisuke felt comforted that he wasn’t the only one that got completely wasted.



He felt kind of disappointed. It was his first time drinking and he couldn’t remember a thing! He kicked the small stool in frustration. ‘Oh well, I guess I just need to do it again’, he thought and slapped his cheeks.



He picked up the clean, spare clothes he brought with him the previous night and dressed up, already feeling a little better. When he walked back to the main room, he spotted his white shirt under someone’s foot. He kicked the foot away and picked up his shirt, smelling it. Other than smoke, he couldn’t detect any other substance.



“Your first party was quite a disaster, huh?” Yoshimura was standing in his room’s doorway, topless, holding his hand and one leg up against the doorframe.



“I wouldn’t know…” Daisuke ran a hand through his wet hair. “I don’t remember a thing.”



“You should’ve seen yourself… sleeping on your vomit in the public toilets… with your pants down.”



Daisuke grimaced. “I did that? How ungraceful…”



Yoshimura laughed, “You shouldn’t drink, it makes you uncool.”



Daisuke picked up his dirty clothes and pushed them into his bag. “I’m still young, I’ll learn to drink.” He pointed his finger at Yoshimura. “That was the first and last time, just watch.”



“I doubt Tachi will let you in The Jack Off again. He said you needed a babysitter.” Yoshimura walked to the kitchenette and took out juice from the mini fridge. “I wanted to do you… Shima stopped me.”



“Then I should thank him.” Daisuke just scratched his brow. Other than an irritating headache, he didn’t feel violated. He just felt blank.


~*~



Daisuke attempted to sneak home. He wondered how he could get his stench ridden clothes cleaned without raising his mother’s suspicions.



Sneaking into the house was almost a success. As he got to his room, his younger brother showed up. It wouldn’t have mattered much if his cigarette pack didn’t fall right at the younger boy’s feet.



Akira picked up the pack and stared at it, as if thinking it could be one of those rubber magnets their mother enjoyed collecting on the fridge.



“What’s that?” he asked.



“What does it look like?” Daisuke grumbled and snatched it from the child’s hands.



“You’re smoking?” the boy stressed every syllable.



“If you tell mom I’m going to kill you,” Daisuke hissed. “You’ll wish you’ve never been born.”



Akira wasn’t impressed. “It’s gonna be costly.”



Daisuke thwacked the boy on his head. “We shall see.” He looked around the hallway. “Are mom and dad home?”



“No, they went to some fund raising lunch…” the boy revealed.



“Excellent…” Daisuke took out his dirty clothes from his bag. “Got any dirty clothes?”



“Huh?”



Daisuke turned to him, and leaned down to smirk at him. “Your wonderful older brother offers to wash your dirty clothes for you… don’t you want to take on that opportunity?”



Akira looked at him in confusion. “I’ll… check.”



Meanwhile Daisuke checked his pants pockets, to make sure he didn’t leave any money bills. He dug out a business card. He suddenly remembered the bartender slipping it with the drink, one of the only moments he could remember from the party.



He was a bit bitchy Tachibana didn’t agree to take him again, telling him he needed to recover from the first one and then they shall see about the next week. Daisuke protested that school was going to start.



He realized that if he wanted to party, Tachibana was probably not the person to rely on. Unlike the others, Tachibana was more caring and motherly, and didn’t have quite the same ‘bad’ vibes, as the rest of the guys in the den.



Daisuke fumbled with the business card, the laundry forgotten. He liked Tachibana, but it was time to make more connection in 2-chome. He took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.



A man with a velvety voice answered after a few rings.



“Am I speaking to Nakamura Atsushi?”



Akira, walking with a pile of clothes in his hands, halted and pressed himself against the wall, listening in.



“You gave me your phone number last night at the party…” Daisuke explained. “Um, in The Jack Off. Remember?”



Akira made a face, whispering voicelessly, ‘The Jack Off?!’



“Yeah, that’s me!” Daisuke continued chatting on the phone. “So how about we hook up? At Shinjuku Park? Yeah that’s fine. I’ll be there at 7.”



Daisuke hung up and shoved the card into his pocket, along with the phone. “I’ll see you at the party tonight, Tachi… whether you’d like to or not…” he chuckled.



Akira took a breath and walked in. “Hoi~ Got the dirty clothes~”



“Ah. Thanks…” Daisuke was reminded of the task in hand and returned his attention to the washing machine.



Akira watched his brother for a brief moment and sprinted up the stairs. He entered the work room where the family’s computer was and did a search for The Jack Off. The results weren’t the ones he had wished to see, to say the least. He narrowed the search with the word party and entered a website called The Jack Off Club. It splashed on his screen in bright rainbow colors, before letting him choose if he’s using PC or Mobile to view the website. Akira entered the PC site. It was mixed with Japanese and English, and next to the menu was a fixed picture of the club with curvy English letters that read – glad to be gay!



Akira squirmed in his chair uncomfortably. He clicked on about and learned that The Jack Off was primarily a gay club catering mostly to men, with women allowed on Sundays on a special “Dyke Night”. The club hours were 10 to 3 during the week and 10 to 5 from Friday to Sunday and national holidays. There was also a note about the entrance fee, which included a free first drink.



Akira closed the website and hurried to delete all the history files. He was feeling a little stunned that his suspicions have been verified. His admired older brother, who used to have a different girlfriend almost every week, sometimes even two or more at a time, turned gay?!



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