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Drama › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
47
Views:
13,719
Reviews:
198
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
2
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Chapter 8
sorry, deleted wrong chapter for editing T_T;
Notes for this chapter:
hopefully not too complicated ^^;
Tokyo University - one of the most prestigious universities in Japan and all of Asia.
Heisei/Showa - Japanese calendar is by the era of the emperor ruling until his death. The current era in Japan is Heisei which started in 1989, so 2009 is Heisei 21.
Daisuke is born in the Heisei era, but that makes him a minor in Japan (The story is set in 2008...), so he needs to state that he was born in the Showa era. (Showa era lasted from 1926 to 1989)
TOKYO BOYS
Chapter 8
Daisuke snatched one of his father’s trench coats on the way out. He liked the way he looked in it, more like an adult and less like a scrawny tall kid in a puffy winter coat. Under the coat, he was wearing a buttoned dark crimson shirt over black leather pants with a wallet chain and a choker in place of the previous day’s dog collar.
The man called Nakamura Atsushi was standing under a lamppost, leaning on the sign at the entrance to the park, their designated meeting place.
“You’re Hasabe-kun?” he asked when Daisuke stepped into the light. He raised his eyes to Daisuke’s face. “You look even better in direct light.”
“Thanks.” Daisuke also checked him out. He found him good looking, with black hair gelled back and average height, he was also clean shaven.
They sat to eat snacks and have a drink at a near small bar. No one had asked Daisuke for an ID or for his age and he was a little surprised. Was it that easy? Or was it because he was with the older man? Or maybe he looked older than he really was?
“So, what university are you going to?”
“Ehhh…” Daisuke was stumped. Tachibana had ordered him to say he’s over 20, but didn’t help with any background story in case the issue came up. He knew Yuu-chan was hoping to get a scholarship to Geidai, Tokyo University of Fine Arts, but he himself hasn’t even prepared a list of universities he wanted to apply to. His father had the delusions he could be accepted into Tokyo University, but Daisuke already set in his mind to go to a university far from home. He just hasn’t thought about which. Hell, he didn’t even make up his mind on what he would like to study!
“Uhh…” He continued to squirm. Yoshimura told him once the name of the university most of them went to, but he just couldn’t remember the name.
“It’s complicated…” he mumbled. The man in front of him raised an eyebrow.
“You don’t want to tell me? I’m not going to stalk you, don’t worry.”
“Anyway, where do you go to?” Daisuke picked up his beer mug and took a long swig.
“I’ve already graduated last spring.” The man smiled.
~*~
Another hour had passed and they made their way to the club. They entered from the back, putting their coats and bags in the lockers. Daisuke made a notice the club wasn’t as crowded as the previous night when he arrived with Tachibana and the others.
“They arrive later,” Atsushi explained, leading him to the dressing room. He then moved towards Daisuke, touching his stomach. “We have a few minutes to play before I have to get to work…”
“Hmmm… what do you have in mind?” Daisuke smiled impishly, holding Atsushi’s tie.
When Tachibana entered the dressing room, Atsushi had one leg on the floor, his pants dangling as Daisuke rode him from behind, his pants only pulled down a little.
“Nice going, Dai-kun, you just had to come one way or another,” he said. Daisuke just turned his head to him and gave him a smug grin.
Tachibana felt himself getting hard as he watched the rowdy sex. Would it be bad if he pleasured himself a few minutes before he needed to get into his costume? Tonight’s special of all nights was a Priscilla Queen of the Desert special with costumes that took a long time to prepare.
While he was still thinking about it, Daisuke had already pulled out of Atsushi. He shot the used condom directly inside the trash bin and pulled up his pants. He walked over to Tachibana and leaned in, resting his mouth against the shorter man’s ear.
“I’m going to remember everything tonight…”
He turned to look at Tachibana with a big smile. Atsushi cleaned himself up, fixed his clothes and hair, mumbled his excuses and left for the bar.
Suddenly a stubby man in Hawaiian pink and green shirt, sunglasses and a straw fedora, stepped into the room.
“Tachiba~~” He halted when he spotted Daisuke. He stood in front of him to check the lanky youngster out and removed his shades.
“Great, there goes my hard on…” Tachibana commented. “Thanks, boss.”
“Who’s this fine piece of meat?” Tachibana’s boss continued to check out Daisuke, circling him. “Nice muscles, nice butt, great height, nice tanned skin… how are your abs?”
“Oh Daisuke is perfect,” Tachibana intervened. “It’s just his head and his mouth that are damaging the merchandise…”
Daisuke snorted. “Oh, but it didn’t stop you from enjoying the merchandise before, did it?”
“He’s also a stupid drunk, can’t drink at all.” Tachibana continued, waving his finger.
“How old are you?” The boss questioned Daisuke.
“Uhm, 21,” Daisuke said.
“21 huh?” The boss rubbed his stubble. “Your pretty face looks even younger. What year were you born?”
“Err, uh… Heisei, no… It was Showa…” Daisuke stammered. Was he supposed to calculate now? How troublesome.
“Showa 63… forgive him, he’s so busy fucking all day long that he forgot his own birthday.” Tachibana walked between them.
“I see, I see…” The man pulled out a cigar, snipped the tip and then lit it. He sucked on it for a bit, still checking out Daisuke. “Wanna work for me?”
Daisuke was about to speak up when Tachibana raised his arm quickly and slapped a hand over Daisuke’s mouth. “Oh, he can’t. University starts next week, he won’t have time.”
“That’s a shame… if you need some quick cash, come see me.” The man grinned at him. “I know how desperate for money university students can get…” He put his sunglasses back on his nose bridge.
Daisuke stood still, with Tachibana’s hand covering his mouth. When the boss left, Tachibana finally let go of him.
“What was that all about?” Daisuke asked.
“Oh, that was the boss. I knew he’d want to recruit you.”
“To work at the club?” Daisuke asked and looked at the closed door. “I wouldn’t mind.”
“Firstly, you’re a minor. Secondly, you’re a minor… and thirdly, he’s talking about prostitution and porn movies…. And you’re a minor.”
“Porn movies?” Daisuke asked as if he heard of such a thing for the first time. “Gay porn movies?”
“Yes, exactly that. He produces them. Other than the club he has a porn videos production office and a chain of brothels and host clubs. His business is not exclusively gay…” Tachibana noticed Daisuke was still staring at the door where the boss had disappeared through. He smacked his arm. “It’s not something for a kid like you.”
Tachibana started to undress. He was already behind on schedule.
“Were you in a porn movie?” Daisuke asked.
“Ah, well…” Tachibana went to the walk-in closet. “Once or twice. I was one of those desperate for money students, and it seemed cool enough to fuck and get paid for it.”
“Wow…” Daisuke let out a small whistle.
He stepped behind Tachibana. “Can I watch your movies?”
Tachibana laughed. “No one will allow you to rent them, brat.”
“I’ll ask your boss then.”
Tachibana turned sharply around. “Don’t you have a party to attend? Shoo~ shoo~ don’t let me hear they found you sleeping in vomit again!”
Daisuke laughed. “Don’t worry, this time I’ve had a snack before… I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
He left Tachibana in the dressing room and went to tear the dance floor. It was already packed with sweaty and horny men, dancing and shouting to the loud music. He soon found Yoshimura and friends near the stage. They were smoking and drinking and he joined them, stealing a joint from Yoshimura’s hand.
“How did you get in?” he asked him. “I thought Tachibana said he wouldn’t take you.”
Daisuke grinned and leaned in, yelling near his ear to make sure he heard him. “I FUCKED THE BARTENDER.”
“You did what?” Yoshimura asked.
“The bartender,” Daisuke grinned. “Did him. He let me in.”
“You’re really something…” Shima jumped in. “You’re a homo for what? 2 weeks? And you’ve already done more people than some of the people here would do in their lifetime.”
“You’re just jealous.” Yoshimura elbowed him playfully. “High Schoolers are just more prowess.”
“Ah, that’s right. I’m jealous.” Shima flung a hand over Daisuke and put his fist against the boy’s chest. “School starts next week though, isn’t it true, Daicchin? And then we won’t hear from you again until you’re in university.”
Daisuke sighed. “That may be the case, unfortunately.” He took another drag from the joint. “Luckily there are a few nice boys to play with at school….”
The guys started bouncing around them as the music changed, forcing them to stop jabbering and join in. Daisuke felt light headed, but not quite to the point of vomiting. He had only one thought in his head. He wished he could just skip to a point in time where he could be carefree like them and be able to attend bars and clubs every night and party to his heart’s content. Maybe then, growing up won’t be as intimidating.
The main event started with the Go Go boys, who came on stage with their tight leopard print speedos, wearing feathers around their shoulders and neck. The drag queens showed up after them, to the cheers of the crowd, in heavy and gaudy dresses and make up. Daisuke couldn’t even recognize Tachibana.
He went with Yoshimura to the back room and evaded another bathroom disaster. He was proud of himself for managing to down 4 bottles of beer before getting completely intoxicated. Every day was a brand new challenge in this part of town. He loved it.
.
.
.
Notes for this chapter:
hopefully not too complicated ^^;
Tokyo University - one of the most prestigious universities in Japan and all of Asia.
Heisei/Showa - Japanese calendar is by the era of the emperor ruling until his death. The current era in Japan is Heisei which started in 1989, so 2009 is Heisei 21.
Daisuke is born in the Heisei era, but that makes him a minor in Japan (The story is set in 2008...), so he needs to state that he was born in the Showa era. (Showa era lasted from 1926 to 1989)
TOKYO BOYS
Chapter 8
Daisuke snatched one of his father’s trench coats on the way out. He liked the way he looked in it, more like an adult and less like a scrawny tall kid in a puffy winter coat. Under the coat, he was wearing a buttoned dark crimson shirt over black leather pants with a wallet chain and a choker in place of the previous day’s dog collar.
The man called Nakamura Atsushi was standing under a lamppost, leaning on the sign at the entrance to the park, their designated meeting place.
“You’re Hasabe-kun?” he asked when Daisuke stepped into the light. He raised his eyes to Daisuke’s face. “You look even better in direct light.”
“Thanks.” Daisuke also checked him out. He found him good looking, with black hair gelled back and average height, he was also clean shaven.
They sat to eat snacks and have a drink at a near small bar. No one had asked Daisuke for an ID or for his age and he was a little surprised. Was it that easy? Or was it because he was with the older man? Or maybe he looked older than he really was?
“So, what university are you going to?”
“Ehhh…” Daisuke was stumped. Tachibana had ordered him to say he’s over 20, but didn’t help with any background story in case the issue came up. He knew Yuu-chan was hoping to get a scholarship to Geidai, Tokyo University of Fine Arts, but he himself hasn’t even prepared a list of universities he wanted to apply to. His father had the delusions he could be accepted into Tokyo University, but Daisuke already set in his mind to go to a university far from home. He just hasn’t thought about which. Hell, he didn’t even make up his mind on what he would like to study!
“Uhh…” He continued to squirm. Yoshimura told him once the name of the university most of them went to, but he just couldn’t remember the name.
“It’s complicated…” he mumbled. The man in front of him raised an eyebrow.
“You don’t want to tell me? I’m not going to stalk you, don’t worry.”
“Anyway, where do you go to?” Daisuke picked up his beer mug and took a long swig.
“I’ve already graduated last spring.” The man smiled.
~*~
Another hour had passed and they made their way to the club. They entered from the back, putting their coats and bags in the lockers. Daisuke made a notice the club wasn’t as crowded as the previous night when he arrived with Tachibana and the others.
“They arrive later,” Atsushi explained, leading him to the dressing room. He then moved towards Daisuke, touching his stomach. “We have a few minutes to play before I have to get to work…”
“Hmmm… what do you have in mind?” Daisuke smiled impishly, holding Atsushi’s tie.
When Tachibana entered the dressing room, Atsushi had one leg on the floor, his pants dangling as Daisuke rode him from behind, his pants only pulled down a little.
“Nice going, Dai-kun, you just had to come one way or another,” he said. Daisuke just turned his head to him and gave him a smug grin.
Tachibana felt himself getting hard as he watched the rowdy sex. Would it be bad if he pleasured himself a few minutes before he needed to get into his costume? Tonight’s special of all nights was a Priscilla Queen of the Desert special with costumes that took a long time to prepare.
While he was still thinking about it, Daisuke had already pulled out of Atsushi. He shot the used condom directly inside the trash bin and pulled up his pants. He walked over to Tachibana and leaned in, resting his mouth against the shorter man’s ear.
“I’m going to remember everything tonight…”
He turned to look at Tachibana with a big smile. Atsushi cleaned himself up, fixed his clothes and hair, mumbled his excuses and left for the bar.
Suddenly a stubby man in Hawaiian pink and green shirt, sunglasses and a straw fedora, stepped into the room.
“Tachiba~~” He halted when he spotted Daisuke. He stood in front of him to check the lanky youngster out and removed his shades.
“Great, there goes my hard on…” Tachibana commented. “Thanks, boss.”
“Who’s this fine piece of meat?” Tachibana’s boss continued to check out Daisuke, circling him. “Nice muscles, nice butt, great height, nice tanned skin… how are your abs?”
“Oh Daisuke is perfect,” Tachibana intervened. “It’s just his head and his mouth that are damaging the merchandise…”
Daisuke snorted. “Oh, but it didn’t stop you from enjoying the merchandise before, did it?”
“He’s also a stupid drunk, can’t drink at all.” Tachibana continued, waving his finger.
“How old are you?” The boss questioned Daisuke.
“Uhm, 21,” Daisuke said.
“21 huh?” The boss rubbed his stubble. “Your pretty face looks even younger. What year were you born?”
“Err, uh… Heisei, no… It was Showa…” Daisuke stammered. Was he supposed to calculate now? How troublesome.
“Showa 63… forgive him, he’s so busy fucking all day long that he forgot his own birthday.” Tachibana walked between them.
“I see, I see…” The man pulled out a cigar, snipped the tip and then lit it. He sucked on it for a bit, still checking out Daisuke. “Wanna work for me?”
Daisuke was about to speak up when Tachibana raised his arm quickly and slapped a hand over Daisuke’s mouth. “Oh, he can’t. University starts next week, he won’t have time.”
“That’s a shame… if you need some quick cash, come see me.” The man grinned at him. “I know how desperate for money university students can get…” He put his sunglasses back on his nose bridge.
Daisuke stood still, with Tachibana’s hand covering his mouth. When the boss left, Tachibana finally let go of him.
“What was that all about?” Daisuke asked.
“Oh, that was the boss. I knew he’d want to recruit you.”
“To work at the club?” Daisuke asked and looked at the closed door. “I wouldn’t mind.”
“Firstly, you’re a minor. Secondly, you’re a minor… and thirdly, he’s talking about prostitution and porn movies…. And you’re a minor.”
“Porn movies?” Daisuke asked as if he heard of such a thing for the first time. “Gay porn movies?”
“Yes, exactly that. He produces them. Other than the club he has a porn videos production office and a chain of brothels and host clubs. His business is not exclusively gay…” Tachibana noticed Daisuke was still staring at the door where the boss had disappeared through. He smacked his arm. “It’s not something for a kid like you.”
Tachibana started to undress. He was already behind on schedule.
“Were you in a porn movie?” Daisuke asked.
“Ah, well…” Tachibana went to the walk-in closet. “Once or twice. I was one of those desperate for money students, and it seemed cool enough to fuck and get paid for it.”
“Wow…” Daisuke let out a small whistle.
He stepped behind Tachibana. “Can I watch your movies?”
Tachibana laughed. “No one will allow you to rent them, brat.”
“I’ll ask your boss then.”
Tachibana turned sharply around. “Don’t you have a party to attend? Shoo~ shoo~ don’t let me hear they found you sleeping in vomit again!”
Daisuke laughed. “Don’t worry, this time I’ve had a snack before… I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
He left Tachibana in the dressing room and went to tear the dance floor. It was already packed with sweaty and horny men, dancing and shouting to the loud music. He soon found Yoshimura and friends near the stage. They were smoking and drinking and he joined them, stealing a joint from Yoshimura’s hand.
“How did you get in?” he asked him. “I thought Tachibana said he wouldn’t take you.”
Daisuke grinned and leaned in, yelling near his ear to make sure he heard him. “I FUCKED THE BARTENDER.”
“You did what?” Yoshimura asked.
“The bartender,” Daisuke grinned. “Did him. He let me in.”
“You’re really something…” Shima jumped in. “You’re a homo for what? 2 weeks? And you’ve already done more people than some of the people here would do in their lifetime.”
“You’re just jealous.” Yoshimura elbowed him playfully. “High Schoolers are just more prowess.”
“Ah, that’s right. I’m jealous.” Shima flung a hand over Daisuke and put his fist against the boy’s chest. “School starts next week though, isn’t it true, Daicchin? And then we won’t hear from you again until you’re in university.”
Daisuke sighed. “That may be the case, unfortunately.” He took another drag from the joint. “Luckily there are a few nice boys to play with at school….”
The guys started bouncing around them as the music changed, forcing them to stop jabbering and join in. Daisuke felt light headed, but not quite to the point of vomiting. He had only one thought in his head. He wished he could just skip to a point in time where he could be carefree like them and be able to attend bars and clubs every night and party to his heart’s content. Maybe then, growing up won’t be as intimidating.
The main event started with the Go Go boys, who came on stage with their tight leopard print speedos, wearing feathers around their shoulders and neck. The drag queens showed up after them, to the cheers of the crowd, in heavy and gaudy dresses and make up. Daisuke couldn’t even recognize Tachibana.
He went with Yoshimura to the back room and evaded another bathroom disaster. He was proud of himself for managing to down 4 bottles of beer before getting completely intoxicated. Every day was a brand new challenge in this part of town. He loved it.
.
.
.