A PROUD FUROSHA By Andrej Koymasky © 2010 Written on July 1, 2002 Translated by the Author English text kindly revised by
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"A PROUD FUROSHA" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
Chapter 2 - Attempts at survival
If you don't have a job, you can't get a house. If you don't have a house, you can't get a job. And I didn't have enough money to stay in a hotel. The fact that my family name was Kusakabe was unimportant - I just had to deny any relation with my father, other people had that same family name. But the fact is that the others anyway had a family at their back, but not I. The society of which I was part up to then had expelled me, not because I am gay (or not so much because of that) but because I disobeyed.
Our society is made so - the most important thing is the "group" and outside of your group you are nobody, you are nothing, you don't exist. To find a job or an apartment they always ask you who is your shonin (the guarantor). But I had no guarantorsÉ therefore I could get neither a job nor a house. What could I do?
First of all I went to sell my Rolex and my cell-phone - I didn't need them any more at that point. I got about sixty thousand yen - I had in my pockets less than a hundred thousand yen, half of a minimum monthly salaryÉ
With that little money in my pocket, I could surely not pay for a hotel room. I had to try to spend as little money as I could, and also to find the way to earn something. I got an idea - at the King's College there were boys of my same age, and they were for sure not as well built or handsome as me - if they hired me, I could possibly earn enough money to pay for a bed somewhere and for my meals.
When I got there, they were opening and doing the cleaning. I asked to meet the manager. He was a stocky man, with the attitude of a yakuza (gangster). I told him I was looking for a job as a boy in their place. As I had learned from my previous experiences, I said I was attending the university, and that I was still living with my familyÉ but I could not give them my family address. They would find it weird that the son of Kusakabe Kichizaemon wanted to become a rent boy. So, even though I knew I should not, I gave them Toshio's address, telling them we didn't have a telephone, and denying any relation with the family of my father - it just happened we had the same family nameÉ
He took me into a back room where was a couch and said, "Well, let's see what you are able to do. Make me enjoy, boy!"
I busied myself - I didn't like that man, but I absolutely needed that job, and I anyway knew I would have to go with who knows how many men I wouldn't like, therefore why not to start with the manager! He seemed satisfied. He told me that if they hired me they had to shoot a set of "explicit" pictures, and also to have a medical check up. He made me fill in a form, then told me to come back in three days for the answer.
I had the feeling that the interview went well, therefore I waited hopefully those three days, then went there again. The manager received me with an expression that didn't promise anything good - he had checked the address and found that I was not living there. He told me that they didn't go down well with liars, and that they couldn't hire the first-comer - they had to grant safety to their customersÉ and he told me not to show any more around there.
I had to start all over again - even to prostitute oneself, one had to have a residence, a home, a family!
The money was slowly but inexorably running short. I was sleeping in the stations during the day, as in the night they were closed, and I wandered in the night time - luckily the weather was fine. I washed myself as well as I could in the public toilets. My clothes were starting to get crumpled and my underwear needed a good washingÉ
One evening a boy just younger than me approached me - he asked me if I wanted to have sex with him. He asked just ten thousand yenÉ I told him that I could not allow such an expense, but that gave me an idea - if they didn't want me at the King's College, on the street nobody would ask me my name, my residence, nothingÉ And ten thousand, even just once every day on average, would be three hundred thousand a month, an acceptable salary. I could also rent something. The only problem to rent a place was that I didn't have a guarantor (could I try to ask Toshio? At that point I doubted about it). But possibly in some very cheap hovel they would not ask for a guarantorÉ But how to find the customers? Asking like that boy did with me? Who hanged around Nicchome should quite surely be gay, thereforeÉ
The problem was that I was ashamed. How many times I saw a passer-by and told myself - I will now stop him and ask him if he wants to fuckÉ but when the man crossed me, I had barely the courage to look at his face, and the just passed on like if he didn't even see me.
The days were passing. I decided to buy a big but very cheap sport bag, some washing powder, a razor, a toothbrush and a change of underwear - even though I tried to buy the cheapest things, about seven thousand yen flew away, and the money I had in my pocket was lesser and lesser. But at least I could brush my teeth and shave in the public toilets, comb my hair (that was becoming longer, but I could not afford to go to a barbershop) then shut myself in a stall, take of the dirty underwear and put on the clean ones, go to a laundrette, wash the dirty clothes, dry them (each time 250 more yen) and stay clean enough. My trousers were starting to be stained, but new jeans were too expensive for meÉ When I washed my shirt, I could stay with the vest on, it was not a problem.
Finally one evening I got the courage to stop a passer-by, "Do you want to amuse yourself with me for a while?" I asked him, almost in a whisper.
"How much?"
"Ten thousand."
"Do you have a room?"
"No."
"Then the hotel will be on you."
"But they ask five thousandÉ"
"Take it or leave it."
I accepted - it was better just five thousand than nothing. We went to the love-hotel, I paid the room with the money the man gave me and we went upstairs.
"Undress and lie on the bed, astride, on your back, the legs against the chest, and the arse off of the bed." the customer told me curtly.
I complied. He meanwhile had lowered his trousers and underpants and was masturbating to make it harden. When I was in position, he came to me and without much ceremony, without any preliminaries, pushed it all inside me - he hurt me but I managed not to utter a sound. He then seized me at my hips and started to fuck me vigorously. In silence, without looking at me. When he was near to come, he stopped and waited. Then resumed to hammer in me with a will. It took him about two hours before he finally came. I was feeling my arse in flames. And I thought that possibly that man could even have some illness and passed it to meÉ
When we went out, without even saying goodbye (that is, I saluted him but he didn't answer) I went at once to buy some condoms and some lubricating gel.
My second customer was like the first one - ten thousand and the room on me. He made me lie on the bed still dressed, on my back, and with my head out of the edge, bent back. He fucked me in my mouth pushing into my throat and provoking me to retching that I luckily was able to hold back. It seemed that looking at my upset face furrowed with tears gave him pleasure - he was smiling, amused and excited.
At five thousands each time, I should have at least two customers per day in averageÉ it was anything but easy, there was competition and many preferred to hook a boy (for free) in a pub or in a club rather that pay a boy in the street. That way to have sex was humiliating - I was feeling like a disposable paper handkerchief.
Summer came and I was sweating. More than one prospective customer refused me, telling me, "Wash yourself, you stink!"É I then decided to spend the 340 yen for the public bath. But in order not to have a bad smell, I had to go there every dayÉ Each day I had to spend about 2500 yen to eat and to wash myselfÉ the money I had, instead of increasing, was getting shorter and shorter. And I didn't spend anything to sleep. But sleeping in day time in the stations, besides being uncomfortable, was noisy and didn't give me enough rest - I got shadows under my eyes, I was thinning, I understood I was going down a slope. I was increasingly less "attractive" to the customers, I was earning less and less moneyÉ
As the weather was fine, I decided, around two in the night when it was difficult to find a customer, to go and sleep in the park. I found and hid amongst some bushes on some cardboard, not to sleep directly on the ground.
It was at that point five months since I had been thrown out of home, I had in my pockets twenty-seven thousand yen and some change. I decided I had to eat only once each day. I was feeling weak but, in the morning, I could stay in the park, sitting on a bench, to save my energyÉ I ate only at evening to have more energy if it happened I had to have sex.
In that period I often saw tramps, but I was not yet thinking of myself as one of them - I still had some hope to be able to take a turn for the better and be able to have at least a decent life. I didn't want to lower myself like one of them - some possibly didn't wash themselves for months. Their skin and their clothes were of a dark, uniform gray, their hair was stringy, their beard unkemptÉ And they often spent the little money they were able to scrape up for alcohol, possibly in order not to think of their condition of the walking garbage of society. No, I didn't want to come down to thatÉ or to better say I hoped not to get to that one day.
But I was also aware that, if I were now finding few customers, getting older and worsening my look, I would find increasingly less men who wanted to fuck me, and I really risked becoming one of themÉ
During the summer, possibly thanks to the tourists, things seemed to go a little better. But it was just a short period. The only exception to that greyness was a German tourist who took me to his hotel for five nights in row. There I first had a shower, then we had sex, and then I slept with him. In the morning we separated and fixed a date for the evening. Just one thing scared me somewhat, on the first evening, but then I yielded to his request - he had five small scarves of red silk; with four he tied my wrists and ankles to the bed spread eagle, and he gagged me with the fifth. He then lay on top of me, brushing on me until he was fully aroused, then fucked me for a long time, teasing my nipples and biting my neck. He didn't hurt me at all, he just liked having me "in his power". And he liked telling me I was his slave. Anyway each time he gave me the ten thousand yen I asked of him.
I also had a bad adventure with a customer who took me to his house (if it really was so). There, there were two of his friends. I told him that for three people, my fee had to be tripled. They just burst into laughter, one of them took out a knife and forced me to satisfy all three of them for all the night and at the end they didn't even pay me. Each of them came in me twice, in my mouth and in my arse. When they finally let me go, I just wanted to have a bath to wash away (mainly from inside) all their filthiness, but I had to wait until the afternoon for the public bath to open.
I was just an objectÉ and not even valuable. Just two holes to fuck at will. A few customers also asked me to fuck them, to tell the truth, or wanted just to give me head, but it happened quite seldom. With the other street-boys the relations were not good - there was too much competition.
One night, I was in my corner in the park sleeping amongst the bushes on my cardboard, when all of a sudden I was awakened by a light in my eyes. I sat up, scared. It was a policeman.
He asked me for my papers, he asked me why I was sleeping there, he asked me if I didn't have a job, he asked me if I were prostituting myselfÉ
He then ordered me to follow him. I thought he was arresting me and after all the idea didn't displease me - at least I could wash, eat three times a day and sleep on a bed for freeÉ
We went out of the park, walked through some narrow lanes, and entered into a house. There wasn't the police plaque, that place was not a police station. I asked him where he was taking me. He said not to worry.
"I just want to fuck you, to amuse myself for a while. And you had better not make any fuss, or else I'll throw you in jail for vagrancy, And in the jail all the youths nice and delicate as you are, become the whores of everybodyÉ"
No, I didn't have any intention to make a fuss. I didn't want to become the whore of everybodyÉ for free. We went downstairs to the cellar floor, he opened an iron door and we were in a small room with just a synthetic foam mattress on the floor. He ordered me to undress and to lie on my belly. He opened just his trousers - that brought back to my memory mu maths teacherÉ the difference was that his trousers didn't have a zipper but buttonsÉ
He put its tip on my hole but, instead of pushing down, he ordered me to push upwards to make it fully slip inside me. When finally my buttocks were well pressed against his groin, he seized my hair and started to vigorously fuck me. He was panting like bellows. And when he came inside me with wild pushes, he was puffing like a bull.
"How many cocks have you taken in your arse, boy?" he asked me while I was dressing again, and his uniform was already perfectly tidied up. "A lot, I bet. I entered inside you easier than a sword in its sheath. How many have you taken, tell me, dozens?" he insisted, amused.
"Hundreds!" I lied, feeling offended.
He gave a laugh void of any merriment. When we were again on the street, he told me that the night after he would come to take me again, as he liked me. Inside myself I decided I would never again sleep in that park. I didn't like to be fucked for free, not even by a policeman.
In that period I did it for free, besides the three men who menaced me with a knife and the policeman, only one more time.
One afternoon late, it was not yet dark, I went to a shop in Nicchome to buy more condoms when, as I came out of the shop, a boy stopped me asking for a cigarette. I never smoked in my life. I told him I didn't have any. He was looking at me in a way that left little doubts about his real desires. I asked him how old he was. Seventeen, last high school year. I asked him why he was in that district.
He blushed and answered me, "I've heard that this is the gay district. IÉ I think I am gay and soÉ and so I wanted to try it, to see if it's so, if I like doing it, butÉ but I don't know how to doÉ"
He had a clean, simple, na•ve air that made me feel tenderness. I recalled myself at his age - I too didn't know how to doÉ
I asked him, "You never did something with another male?"
"At times, as a kid, I masturbated with some classmatesÉ But never real sexÉ" he said and blushed again.
"And you would like to try?"
"YesÉ"
"What?
"I don't knowÉ Everything, I think."
"With me?"
He blushed again but answered, "If you wouldÉ I would like."
"I too would like doing it with you. The only problem is that I don't have a place, I am just passing through TokyoÉ" I lied but didn't tell him I did it for money - I didn't want money from him.
He seemed hesitant, then said, "I have the money for a love-hotel, but not being of age, will they let me in?"
"YesÉ I know a love-hotel where they ask you nothing, they don't even look at you. Are you game?"
"Is it far from here?"
"No, just around that block. Let's go."
He gave me a five thousand yen note and said, "Can you pay for the room? I would feel ashamedÉ"
I smiled him, "All right."
I paid, took the key, and we went upstairs without any problem. We went into the room, I locked the door and told him to sit on the bed near me.
I embraced and kissed him - he seemed a thirsty boy, he returned my kiss with passion. I was rather certain that it was his first kiss. Our tongues played for a long time and he was totally abandoned in my arms and let me caress all his trembling and shuddering body.
When I parted from him, I saw that his shy eyes were now shining, "Wooow! I didn't think that kissing could be so goodÉ" he murmured and gave me a timid smile.
I caressed his cheek and said, feeling already aroused, "And this is just the start."
"Will you teach me everything? Will we do everything?"
"Yes, everything indeedÉ"
"Thank you. Would you kiss me again, please?"
"YesÉ and you will do to me exactly all I do to you, all right?"
"Yes, sensei." he joked, starting to find back his courage.
I gradually undressed him and he undressed me. As I was unveiling his body, I kissed, licked, sucked itÉ and he faithfully did the same to me. That boy was not handsome, he was not ugly, but he was really tender. He was full of good will, even though at times awkward. When we were both naked, we both were fully aroused - he had nice genitals, already well developed and mature that agreeably contrasted with his body still like that of a fawn.
I pushed him on the bed and lay upside down at his side; I started licking and teasing his belly, the inner part of his thighs, still without touching with my mouth his turgid genitals that I was instead fingering and caressing with both hands. He did the same to me.
I finally started to lick and gently suck his balls; he literally jolted on the bed, emitting a moan of pleasure.
"AhhhÉ it's too goodÉ" he murmured before doing it to me in his turn.
I then started to lick, kiss, and gently bite his nice cock, from the root up to the head. Up and down, skilfully licking its tip each time I reached the top. He was all a quiver. He did the same to me - he was anything but bad, he was finding the right rhythm and way, he was possibly a naturalÉ
When I finally started to let his cock slip between my lips, into my mouth, unceasingly teasing it with my tongue, he had another jolt and emitted another low and long moan, and at once he too took my cock into his hot mouth. We sucked each other for a good time, until I felt he was dangerously close to orgasm. I then parted from him, turned back upright, hugged him and we kissed again.
"I didn't think it could be so beautifulÉ" he murmured, excited and radiant.
"And there is moreÉ" I suggested, caressing his hair.
"In the arse, right?" he asked, almost shyly.
"Sure."
"Does it hurt?"
"It can be done so that it doesn't hurt too muchÉ I have with me the right lubricant; you'll see that you'll like it." I said trying to infuse him with trust, as I could feel how much he desired it.
He was silent for a while, then with the voice of a kid, he said, "I want to try it, even though I'm a little scaredÉ"
"If it hurts too much you have just to tell me and I will stop, all right? We will go at it very gentlyÉ"
"Do you like it?"
"Very much."
"Putting it or taking it?"
"Both ways."
"And will you let me try both ways?"
"Of course; we said everything, didn't we? I will first fuck your nice little arse, than you will do it to me, so you will see how to do it. All right?"
"As you wantÉ I don't even know your nameÉ"
"I'm Ken. And you?"
"Jiro."
"Ah, the second-born son?"
"YesÉ"
We kissed again. I then had him lie down on his back, had him spread his legs well and knelt between them, prepared the lubricant and the condom, had him lay his ankles on my shoulders and went down to suck him again. I knew that the more aroused he was the easier and more actively would he accept his first penetration. When I felt him vibrate like a bowstring, I lowered more to lick his balls, then under them towards his hole. He was tossing his head on the pillow, seized by a very strong pleasure. Differently than with my customers, I was getting pleasure even just seeing him enjoy my ministrations. I wanted his first experience to be wonderful, totally different from mine. And I finally reached his anus.
As I started to rim it, he had his third jolt and moanÉ That boy was a dynamite stick, ready to blow up. Who knew for how long he was waiting for that experience?
I was meanwhile caressing all over his body with both hands, from his chest to his cock, up and down, in front and at his sides, on the inner part of his thighs. My tongue started to rummage and to lap his flesh bud, the tip of my tongue pushed to open it and he gradually, almost hesitating, relaxed, opened and let it go in, going on to moan with a very low voice. He was undoubtedly enjoying it very much. He was pushing his pelvis against my face, almost to make my tongue penetrate deeper inside him.
I started to alternate the tongue tip with a finger. He let it slip in almost without any resistance. I began using the lubricating gel. My finger was now going in and out without any difficulty. I then used two fingers. The boy was gradually opening to me, totally relaxed, prey to a strong pleasure. When my fingers found and brushed his prostate, he had a new jolt and a new loud moan. I then tried finally with three fingers. At first he seemed almost to resist, but then he gradually relaxed again, until he was able to completely accept all my three fingers. Good, he was ready to receive his first member. I put on the condom, lubricated his hole again and put the tip of my sheathed cock on the flesh ring I had just dilated with my fingersÉ And I started to slip inside him.
It was tight, warm, but he was receiving me totally relaxed; the boy was just faintly panting. I then looked at his face - he had shut his eyes, his mouth slightly open and a kind of smile fluttered on his boyish face. And the more my cock wedged into him, the more his smile increased. He now seemed almost handsome! I was slipping inside him smoothly, without pushes or strokes, slowly but relentlessly.
I was finally completely inside him - not a single grimace of pain had deformed his beautiful face. I stopped to let him get accustomed to that new presence inside him, and bent over him to kiss him again. He opened his eyes, girdled my neck with his arms and raised his head to meet my kiss. We kissed with passion and tenderness, for some time. I then straightened up a little and started to slowly move in and out of his tight, hot, throbbing channel. He uttered a long "ooohhh" of pleasure and shut his eyes again. I placed my elbows at his sides, and teased his nipples. He shuddered, then raised his hands to tease my nipples. I took him calmly, but slowly increasing the energy of my movements. He on instinct started to move to meet my thrusts.
"Oh, Ken... oh, Ken..." he panted.
"Do you like it, Jiro?"
"Great! Too great! Don't come too soon, let me enjoy it for a good while, please."
"I am not hurting you?"
"Hurting? Not at allÉ. It's too good!"
For me to it was really good. It was like an unhoped-for vacation from the squalor of my life. I stopped, so as not to come, and we kissed again. Then I resumed taking him, and this time I didn't stop until I gave him all my seed. He was radiant.
Then, after a short rest, I gave him head to make it hard again, then offered myself to him. He entered inside me easily and I saw he was enjoying this too. He started to fuck me slowly as I did, but soon was seized by the pleasure and started to beat in me with all the vigour of his green years, with a real enthusiasm. Soon all his body was covered by a veil of tiny sweat droplets that made his skin shine at each darting of his muscles.
"Oh, KenÉ KenÉ noÉ I don'tÉ don't wantÉ I'm cooooooming!" he almost yelled and unloaded inside me with a set of strong jets.
Then he went limp on top of me. We kissed.
When finally his breath was back to normal, his face leaning on my cheek, he murmured, "I didn't want to come so soonÉ I'm sorryÉ but I couldn't stopÉ"
"It's all right so, Jiro."
"Thank you."
"Thank you to you. It has been really good for me too."
"It's a pity that you are not from here. I would like a lot doing it again with you."
"I will possibly come again to Tokyo, who knows?" I said.
We didn't meet again, but for a long time the memory of Jiro was enough to clear up my difficult moments, because it had been like a break in my painful descent towards annihilation.
Who knows where he is now? I hope he could find a good lover and a lover with a good heart, and that life has been for him less hard than it has been for me.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3
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