Multi-cultural/highschool/relationships. Unlike the last 3 chapters, part 5 & beyond contain sex.
The One 4. First Contact.
(& an apology to Allaiyah for misspelling her name^^* <Well you can't spell my last name right- _- so there>)
The following week I was the last person in the locker room. I had had the longest match & really needed a shower. The other guy didn't even bother-_-
Masahiro came in & slowly walked towards me with a wicked look on his face that sent a serge down my pants. "Luca....I know about you know." His accent was strong, though he spoke English quite well with that sexy low voice.
"Damnit....I knew she couldn't keep her mouth shut." After all the work we'd gone through, was this the end? I couldn't even begin to read his mind. I couldn't distinguish the look on his face, angry....sensuous.....
He leaned his back against a locker & pulled a cigarette from his pocket. I didn't care for the smell of them or what they do healthwise, but they DO make one look sexier. He fumbled for his lighter & dropped it. I picked it up. He picked the cigarette in his mouth & leaned towards me & eyed the lighter. I lit it & he took a drag, blowing in the opposite direction.
"I'm honored that you would go through so much trouble.... because you have taken an interest in me." He turned his head back in my direction & raised a perfect eyebrow. "So why didn't you just ask me out instead of steal my shirt?"
All the blood rushed to my face. "Damn...she told you THAT too?" ::moment of sudden realization:: "WHA.... You mean you would if I asked?!"
He took the cigarette from his mouth. "She? Whos is this she...." He laughed with his wrist affront his mouth. (Yes, they don't just do that in anime-_-) "No. I found this out myself. Your shirt was also missing & coincidentally was too small. Also, when I went to bed one night I could see a man with binoculars. My sister saw you too..."
I was too embarrassed to ask him out now. "I'm....not usually like that...."
He took another drag from his cigarette. "I think it's cute. An act of loyalty, or is this how you European men show lust? Am I a craving, or just an appetizer?"
That last sentence sent my blood rushing in all directions of my body. He put out his cigarette on the metallic edge of the trash can. "Come to my house, noon Saturday." He tossed the cigarette over his shoulder as he left. It landed in the can.
I met Allaiyah on the bus. "I can't believe it! I have a date without even asking^_^ What do I do?!"
She took out a notebook & a piece of paper & a mechanical pencil & made a list. "Memorize it."
"Whaa...? You've never been on a date before-_- & your handwriting is awful."
"Get over it. Besides, I know more about it than you do, & apparently...so does he."
The One 5. Let's Get Physical.
I had to buy something decent to wear. By the way the Gakuto's dressed, I could tell that American casual wouldn't get me any applause. His whole family wore expensive looking European clothes, except the father who was always in a suit.
Allaiyah dragged me to the mall to buy what any fashionable Japanese boy wore outside of school; tight leather snakeskin patterned pants, which I might add stop below the navel, & a tight see-through nylon shirt.
I had to borrow my mother's car. She didn't care that I was taking out a boy, or that he was Japanese. She was just relieved that I finally got a date. My father said "good for you, son" nonchalantly & went back to watching TV^^*
When I reached the Gakuto house I was nervous as hell. It didn't matter that homosexuality was a big part of Japan's past, or even Greece, Rome, China, & Macedonia. This was the 90's & the idea of telling a businessman that I was taking his son out terrified me!
Before I could reach the front porch he opened the door. He was wearing almost the same thing except his pants were patternless paten leather with a drawstring & his shirt was tight nylon polyester with pushed-up sleeves. Mmm! He looked HOT in those tight clothes! I could see his bulge & the perfect frame of his ass & that shirt was so tight it was like paint on his skin!
His eyes lit up as he looked me over. He dashed over to me & ran his smooth shapely hands all over my clothes. "Aaah! I see you've done some research! Impressive!"
"There's something different about your voice." I said as I tried to look at him over my shoulder. "It sounds so deep now."
"I'm a little hyper today. Besides, my voice has to kick in some time." He danced out in front of me & slowly span around. "So how do I look?"
I spoke my thoughts aloud. "Like the kind of guy who looks as good in anything as nothing at all."
He smiled & took me by the wrist, pulling me inside his house. "We'll see."
I resisted. "I'm...not sure I'm ready to meet your parents yet." I could imagine them being strict & old-school.
"No one is home but me. My sister is at a sleep-over party with her friends & my parents are at a business party. I have the house to myself tonight."
I was relieved, but I knew I'd loose control if I was alone with him. "Can we just come back here after dinner? & we can rent movies..."
"Good idea! Wait & let me grab my wallet!" Before I could protest, he was gone. I felt I should be responsible for paying, especially because I was hoping for a physical reward in the end.
I could hear his sensuous laughter ringing in my ears & his hands feeling my shirt, penetrating to my skin. My sweetest memories of him these past few days. My daydream was interrupted as he emerged from his house, locking the door. "Do you mind if I just leave my wallet in your car? I certainly can't wear it on me^^*"
By the time we reached Red Lobster we were both hyper. We burst into the lobby hysterical. Unfortunately for me, he insisted on sitting in the smoking section, but if I wanted to get laid, I certainly wasn't going to piss him off.
Everything he did seemed perverted to me. The way he squeezed lemon on the fish, the way he ate his fish...but it was probably just me.
Instead of renting movies, he wanted me to listen to his music collection. He had Korean Hip-hop & J-rock Indies. Indies is a type of Japanese Heavy Metal with mostly screaming & other strange & humorous noises. The hip-hop reminded me of the American 80s, but it had it's own sound. Very addictive.
He ran into his sister's room & returned with British Techno CDs. I was beginning to feel like America lacked any decent music at all.
The music was euphoric & he started swaying to the music. He pulled me up to join him. It was just like being in a night club, I suppose.
As the CD ended we collapsed dizzy on the bed, both out of breath. We just lay there, staring at the ceiling. I could hear him breathing deeply.
He turned his head to face mine. "I had a great time tonight. Let's go out again next weekend." He rolled over close to me & ran his hand down my chest. "Care to join me for a bath?"
I looked down at his crotch. I'll have to remember that dancing makes him hard. "I'd be a fool to refuse."
He took my hand & led me down the hall. I was astatic! 'I'm finally going to score!' I thought to myself. He led me into a large tiled room lit with red lights. Half of the room was taken up by an expensive looking traditional Japanese sauna.
We pulled our shirts off. I untied his drawstring. This is where father's pornos payed off. I remembered a rumor that Asian's had small dicks, but it was a lie, & he was a meaty piece of proof. & here was the only hair on his body not on his head. Being European, I was naturally hairy & hoped it wouldn't disgust him.
I kneeled before him, cupping his round bottom in my hands & pulled him inside my mouth. He made soft moaning sounds & rocked his hips back & forth, thrusting his manhood down my throat. His moans became more audible before he came in my mouth.
I knew he was an unlearned innocent little virgin flower & that I would have to train him before he could blow me, so I would have to do all the work.
I ran my tongue slowly over his sensitive spot. He tossed his head back & breathed heavily. Then I moved my tongue in a slow up-&-down motion down his shaft & between his balls. I stopped before he could cum again.
I removed my pants & sat on the edge of the sauna, pulling him belly-down onto my lap, my own hardon prodding into his stomach. I stuck my fingers into his mouth & instructed him to lick them. He had no idea what I was going to do to him, but he complied.
I stuck one wet finger into his ass & moved it around. He gasped when I struck his prostate. I stuck in another finger, then another, stretching & prodding inside him. He began to make high-pitched gasps. He squirmed, trying to rock his hips, his hardon rubbing against mine.
Again, I didn't let him cum. He whimpered pittifly. I smacked one of his cheeks to see how he'd react. He liked it, so I did it again & again & then massaged his sore rear.
I flipped him onto his back & picked him up in my arms, stepping into the hottub & lowering us both. I sensuously ran my hand down the length of his body. His breath quickened with anticipation & his pupils dialated.
I pulled him closer for a kiss, our tongues exploring eachother's mouths. I trailed my kisses down his neck. He threw his head back when I found that sensitive spot where the neck meets the shoulder.
He arched his chest forward as I took one of his nipples into my mouth, thumbing the other. I began to thumb both nipples & moved my moth to the other side of his neck.
He arched his back involuntarily. "Haaaah! Lu...ca...!"
I set him back against the edge & kneeled infront of him. I spread his legs apart & he locked his knees onto my hips. I pulled him ontop of my lap & pulled apart his buttocks, slowly lowering him onto my member. It hurt him a little so I let him settle in.
I wrapped one arm around his waist & my free hands around his haft, thumbing the head. He buried his hands into my hair as I slowly began to thrust into his virgin hole.
We looked deeply into eachother's eyes & he smiled at me. I'd had sex with other boys before, but Masahiro & I were making love, & it feels SO much better!
Instead of returning home that night, I slept in his bed. He was exhausted & fell fast asleep. At this point, I didn't care what his parents would think.
more to come