Date: Thu, 6 Nov 2003 02:20:08 EST
From: DAG1064@aol.com
Subject: "Teacher, Teacher 01" M/t, t/t, oral, anal, kink

Teacher, Teacher 01
By David DAG1064@aol.com

Author's Notes: This story is fiction.  All characters and situations
depicted are not real.

Teacher, Teacher 01

	I walked into the classroom and stopped at a desk, listening to the
opening notes of a song on a student's CD player.  I grinned and identified
the song and the artist.  The boy looked up at me.
	"That's right, sir!  How did you know?" he asked.  I grinned.
"I've got the CD at home."  The class laughed and I suddenly felt at ease.
The tension I was feeling rolled off my shoulders and I knew I would be
fine.  I walked up to the chalkboard and wrote my name on the board and
turned to face the class.
	"Good morning, students.  My name is Steven West, and I will be
teaching you the English course.  I'll tell you a bit of myself and then
we'll get started," I said.  I looked around the room at the students
sitting in their seats.  I knew teaching here at a junior high school in
Japan would be a challenge, but it would be radically different from what I
was exposed to in the year of student teaching in the States.  At least I
wouldn't be afraid to turn my back on these kids.
	"I'm from the United States.  I got my teaching degree there and
taught for a year over there before graduating college and taught
sporadically for another year before coming here.  I'm twenty-six, single,
have just a few hobbies, love to play soccer, swim, and dive.  I do some
writing on the side, and hopefully being here in Japan will give me enough
material to write a novel," I said.  The class politely applauded when I
finished.  I smiled and turned to the table with the stacks of books on it.
	"These are the textbooks we will be using.  I would like each row
to come up one at a time and take a book.  Your only homework assignment
tonight is to put a book cover on the book," I said.  The kids grinned and
a few of the boys high fived each other.  I had the feeling I would fit in
here really good.  I waited until the last student sat down.  I stepped
over to my lectern and opened my teacher's textbook and started an
introductory lesson.  They sure paid attention and a few of them took notes
as well.  The next four periods went in the same manner until lunch hour.
I went into the teacher's lounge and sat down on the couch.  Sasaki-koochoo
(principal) approached me.
	"How is your first day going?" he asked.  I looked up at the older
Japanese man.  "Just great.  I think I've made a good impression on the
students I've seen so far."  One of the teachers snorted.  "Then you have
not met the punkers," he said.  I looked over at Sasaki.  "The punkers?" I
asked.  He sighed and sat down.  "They are a group of six young men who do
not follow the rules here in regards to the dress code or behavior codes as
well.  Unfortunately we haven't caught them doing any thing criminal yet.
Two of them have records and are on probation, the others are smart enough
not to get caught.  There are a couple of wannabe's that hang out with
them.  You'll know who all of them are soon enough."  I nodded.  "I'm sure
I'll meet them before the day is out."
	"If they give you any trouble, send them to Coach Matsu or me.
They won't dare stand up to us," Sasaki said.
	"Okay," I agreed.  I had my lunch and then walked back to my
classroom.  It was a nice day out and the weather was a bit on the warm
side.  As I walked into my classroom, I saw a sight that literally stopped
me in my tracks.  A boy was slouched down in his seat by the second door.
His jet black hair was cut in the spiky buzz style, his soft brown eyes
were beautiful, and the dangling skull earring from his left ear added
something to him.  His traditional student jacket was open at the collar
and he had a gold chain around his neck.  I was close enough to see a hint
of black fuzz on his upper lip that signaled his start into puberty.  I
guessed his age at twelve, thirteen.  By the way he looked, I guessed he
was one of the wannabe's that I had been warned about.
	"Hi, my name is Steven West," I said, introducing myself to the boy
as I sat down next to him.  He looked up at me with a bit of defiance in
his eyes.  "Big whoop."  I smiled.  "Are you in this period?"  He tossed
his crumpled up class schedule at me and I gently unwrapped it and looked
at it.  I took it up to my desk and compared the name in my fifth period
register.  Sure enough he did appear in the register.  It gave his name as
Kiyosugu Masame.  Looking at him I realized he was about to become my first
challenge.  I hoped I would be up to the task.  I had to try at least.
	"Masame-san, here's your class schedule back," I said, handing him
the now neatly folded paper.  He took it from me and stuck it into his
pocket.  He really intrigued me now.  I would have to look at his school
records and find out about this young man.  The fifth period class was
coming in so I turned to the front and got ready to teach.


	I sat on the couch of my tiny apartment that evening and sighed.
It had been a long day getting the classes started off right and already I
had gotten my first challenge.  A picture of Kiyosugu appeared in my head
and I closed my eyes and let the mental image of the boy take over.  I
shuddered as I felt my seven inches get hard.  I slowly turned the face
from the left side to the right as I touched myself, stroking my cock twice
before it erupted.  I sighed as I came down from my sexual high.  I knew he
would be the star in my dreams tonight.  As you may have guessed by now I
am a boylover.  I have been one ever since I was seventeen, having a sexual
encounter with a very horny nine year old.  I discovered my gay identity
when I was eleven, having my first sex on my twelfth birthday.  What a
birthday to remember!  I didn't have much of a home life, my parents never
around when I needed them to help me cope with the things in my head.  The
day I met Don Larson was the day my life changed forever.  He was so kind
to me and it wasn't long before I was telling him every thing that was
going on in my life.  He became a very positive influence on my life.  I
discovered quite by accident that he was a boylover.  I took a chance and
it turned out to be a very positive encounter.  Then he took me under his
wing so to speak and worked to broaden my horizons.  Mr. Larson taught both
English and Japanese, and it was him that sparked my interest in Japanese
culture when he showed me his other house out in the Redwoods of
California.  I remember wandering through the house and looking at every
thing in awe.  I immediately signed up for his Japanese language class and
learned every thing I could about Japan.  We were the best of friends, very
happy lovers, and constant companions in each other's life.
	When I turned seventeen, I discovered my feelings towards younger
boys.  Don helped me work through those feelings and still loved me no
matter what.  By then I knew what I wanted to be.  I wanted to be a teacher
just like him.  I had by that time moved out of my mother's house and into
his.  My mother and I no longer spoke to each other, we were strangers
under the same roof.  After Dad's leaving she started to mess around with
other men and started to drink.  I didn't want any part of that scene and
just moved out of there.  That turned out to be the best move I ever made.
It was about that time I had my first sexual encounter with a young boy, a
very horny nine year old as I was to discover later.  The things he did
with his ass when I had my cock buried deep inside of him!  His favorite
thing to do was sit in my lap with my cock stuffed up his ass while we sat
on the couch watching afternoon cartoons.  He'd wiggle his ass and move up
and down on my cock slowly every few minutes to keep me hard and on the
edge.  The cums I had in that tight butt were amazing.
	It was also then that I started to get serious about my desire to
teach.  Don recognized this and began to encourage me to work harder in
school to get the grades I'd need to get into college.  He also scouted out
a few local colleges and helped me get into one.  I took a few courses in
the evening to get started.  I quickly discovered the hard work I had put
in paid off.  The teachers in the evening college courses liked me and
encouraged me as well.  I planned on going there full time once I got out
of high school.  Don continued to support me through my senior year in high
school, pushing me when I needed it, helped me get emancipated minor status
when Mom died, and just stood behind me a lot.  Little Mikey helped in his
own unique way, providing me with much needed stress relief when I needed
it.  Horny little nine year old!
	I made it out of high school and went straight into college.  The
next four years were filled with books, classes, Mikey and his little
friends (horny little bastards!), working a burger joint, and having fun.
Don kept teaching at the high school where I had met him in my freshman
year until one day he came home looking really worn out.  He stretched out
on his bed and never woke up.  I was heartbroken, because now he wouldn't
see my dream be realized.  Because Don had no family, he left every thing
to me.  I knew I wouldn't need for anything now.  I quit my job at the
burger stand and lived off the money he left me, continuing to go to
school.  I still wanted to be a teacher in the worst way.  That was how I
would honor his memory.
	It was my third year in college that I got my golden opportunity to
teach.  I would be a student teacher, teaching under another teacher's
guidance.  I must have done something right because the lady gave me very
high marks.  I worked even harder in my final year in college and was well
rewarded with a degree in English with a minor in Japanese Arts.  By now I
was twenty-four.  My life had changed quite a bit.  Mikey and his friends
discovered girls and left me behind.  I would struggle for the next year
and a half trying to get a teaching job in San Francisco and in the
Redwoods where Don had his main house.  Then I hit a serious speed bump.  I
had gotten an official notice that said the house in the Redwoods would
sell at auction for back taxes, something I hadn't known about.  I quickly
raced up there to see what I could do but by then it was too late.  I
rented a truck and quickly stripped the house clean of all the Japanese art
and cultural items I could.  I didn't care about the furniture or the
electronics.  I stashed them all in a storage compartment.  Once the
auction house discovered what I had done, they went nuts and tried to sue
me.  The judge ruled in my favor, saying they didn't file some paper
properly, something to do with what was in the house.  The thing that got
me over the speed bump was the ad in the San Francisco Times.  It was a
simple ad, but it would change my life.
	"Teach English to Japanese students.  Apply at the Japanese
Embassy," I read out loud over morning coffee.  I got into my suit, grabbed
my painfully thin teacher's resume, and went down there.  For some unknown
reason I had Don listed on my resume.  The Japanese man smiled at me when
he looked at my resume.
	"Larson-san was your mentor?" he asked.  I smiled.  "Yes sir."
	"Good.  I have known Larson-san for many years.  I am sorry he has
passed on," he said.  "He was an honorable man."  A few weeks later I was
on a plane to Japan, headed for a town called Matsue, on the western side
of Kyushu.  My Japan adventure was beginning.


	The alarm woke me the next morning.  I woke up and got into the
shower.  The dream I had of young Kiyosugu was still fresh in my mind.  I
had a very powerful wet dream of the boy and now I wanted to get to know
him and hopefully mentor him.  I would have to go slow with him and not
rush things.  After I had my breakfast, I went to the school.  I hopped on
the local train and took it for several blocks, watching the boys jump on
in their black school uniforms.  I wondered what they wore in hot weather.
At the moment the weather was cooling down, an indication that winter was
coming.  At one stop, I noticed two of the punkers getting on.  A few
people moved out of the car to give them space.  I studied them closely.
One had a number of piercings on his face (I had just two piercings myself.
Two gold hoops in my right ear.  That's as far as I'll go.  Too many
piercings on the face just turn me off.), and the second had a number of
hoops in both ears.  Both had colored hair cut down really close to their
heads, and they were out of uniforms, wearing tattered jeans and t-shirts.
I knew from my teacher's handbook this was a violation of the school dress
code.  Then Kiyosugu got on and joined them.  I could see the two punks
pushing him around and giving him a hard time.  He eventually walked out of
there and towards me.  I could see the anger on his face from the
rejection.
	"Good morning, Masame-san," I said pleasantly.
	"What's it to you?" he snapped.  I shrugged.  "It looks like it's
going to be a nice day."  He sighed and turned away.  He was really getting
to me.  I rode the rest of the way to the school and got off the train.  I
watched him walk away.  Something about him chewed at me and I decided I
would do what I could to help him.
	During lunch I went to the office and pulled his student file and
sat down to read it.  He was an only child, thirteen years old, his parents
unknown, living with a man who claimed to be his Uncle, and he was on
probation for petty theft.  Here was a kid headed for trouble.  I looked up
as Sasaki sat down and looked at the cover of the folder.
	"Ah," he said.  "Masame Kiyosugu.  A boy in need of help."  I
nodded.  "I met him yesterday in my fifth period class."
	"I wish you luck," he said and left.  I watched him in class.  He
seemed to pay attention to me.  All the classes did.  I taught in an easy
manner, using humor at the right times to get the points across.  By the
second week I was beginning to get a feel for the classes and decided to
assign an essay, a simple straightforward one.  I asked them to write about
how they see themselves, what they hoped to accomplish from the class, and
what they wanted to do with their future.  Each class accepted the
challenge and I got back the papers a week later.  I read Kiyosugu's first.
It was very revealing.  He certainly poured out his heart and I got a
glimpse of what was going on inside of him.  Apparently he was struggling
with a lot of things.  I decided to try and reach out to him.  I graded his
essay, wrote a note, and stuck both papers into the envelope and set it
aside.  Then I read the rest of the papers.  I'll have to tell you there
was some excellent thought provoking ones.  I enjoyed reading them.
	I saw Kiyosugu on the morning train the next morning.  I moved over
to stand next to him and gave him the envelope.  He took it and nodded to
me and then walked away once we got to the school.  I hoped he would read
the note I had written.  He nodded to me when he walked into fifth period
class that afternoon.  There was no indication that he had read the note
and I didn't want to ask him if he did.  He would tell me soon enough.  I
would let him make the next move.  During the next few weeks, every time I
turned around, he'd look away or look down into the book.  I had the
feeling he was watching me and it gave me a kind of thrill to know he was
watching me.  Things took another turn the day one of the coaches asked me
to supervise a detention for him.  It was a simple detention.  All the kids
had to do was run a mile around the track.  I sat and watched the boys run
in shorts and their Nikes trying to keep my hard on from showing.  That
proved hard to do each time those boys passed me, especially Kiyosugu.  He
was a bit more muscular than most of the boys.  I wondered if he worked out
on a regular basis.  As each boy completed the mile, I dismissed him to the
shower until Kiyosugu was last.  I nodded to him as he passed me, his torso
covered with a light film of sweat.  I could smell his sweat as he passed
by and it turned me on even more.  I followed the boys into the locker room
and waited until they had completed their showers and left.  I was to lock
the door and leave the key at the office.
	I watched each boy leave until Kiyosugu was the last one left.  I
could hear the shower water still running so I walked to the shower area
and peeked around the end of a locker.  I saw Kiyosugu standing there
stroking his five inches of prime boy meat.  His eyes were closed and I was
shocked to hear him whisper my name.
	"Suck me off, West-sensei.  Make me cum, taste my juice.  Yeah,
take my cock down your throat, make me feel good," he whispered.  I was
hard in seconds.  I could see his tanned hand glide up and down his hard
cock, see his other hand play with his erected nipples.  Kiyosugu had tiny
nipples.  The little dots stuck out from his chest and he pulled and
twisted each one as he jacked himself off.  Next thing I knew I was
pressing my hard seven inches against the locker in time to his strokes.
He let his head go back and he moaned in heat as both of us came at the
same time, his streamers of boycum across the shower floor and me into my
jockey shorts.  He shuddered as his orgasm washed over him and I bit into a
towel to keep from crying out.  I quickly sneaked back to the locker room
office totally wiped out.  I knew what I was going to do when I got home
tonight.  Next time he had a detention and I watched it, I'd run with them.
That would be the opening I needed to connect with him.


	That happened sooner than I expected.  Later that week,
Sasaki-koochoo gave the punkers permission to play during the lunch period.
I had heard they were a punk band so I decided to volunteer for the lunch
duty that day.  I sat on a bench and watched them assemble their gear just
before lunch break.  The head punker played lead guitar and the three
others played bass, second guitar, and drums.  The two left out ran the
soundboard.  Naturally the wannabe's were there watching, Kiyosugu with
them.  I watched the head punk set up a cherry Gibson wide body.  I
immediately sat up.  I hadn't played one in a while.  I used to play guitar
back in my school days and the memories of doing so came back up in my
mind.  I stood up and walked over to look at it.
	"Nice guitar.  Mind if I look at it?" I asked.  The head punk
snickered.  "Yea sure."  I picked it up and shined a small penlight into
the top slot and found what I was looking for.  I grinned as I slipped the
light back into my shirt pocket.
	"What are you grinning about?" the punk demanded.  I looked at him.
"Do you know what you got here?"
	"Just a guitar, man.  Nothing special about it," he said.
	"This isn't just any guitar, this is a 1957 Cherry Gibson Widebody
Original.  This is the guitar that started legends," I said as I put it
back.  His eyes narrowed.  "You play?"  I smiled.  He just fell into my
trap.  "I'm a fair player.  Played back in my school days."
	"Then play us something," he challenged me.  Got him!  I smiled and
bowed, and then took off my jacket and my tie and put them on top of the
Marshall amp stack, loosened my shirt collar, picked up the guitar, tuned
it, and started to play.  I started with the slow notes to a Metallica
song.  Inside my mind I had the rest of the band join in and then I cranked
the volume and kicked in hard.  I did a medley of Metallica guitar riffs,
then Ozzy Osborne, Kiss, slowed down with some ZZ Top, then did some Eddie
Van Halen tunes, and finished off with another medley of Jimmy Page/Led
Zeppelin riffs.  The entire time I played nobody said a thing.  They just
stared.  I glanced at Kiyosugu a few times and I saw admiration in his
eyes.  The punk leader was extremely pissed off at having been shown up.
The other band members picked up their gear and took their places.  I swung
over to face them.
	"Led Zeppelin's Rock and Roll?" the drummer asked.  I just grinned
and paused a moment.  The kid banged out the opening notes and off we went.
I even did the vocals to the song as was surprised to see I hadn't lost my
touch.  The lunch yard came to life and the punk leader was seen jumping up
and down in anger.  He was pissed because not only had I shown him up, I
had taken the limelight from him.  I'd have to watch that kid now just in
case he tried to attack me.  I didn't trust him.
	By the end of the day all the kids decided I was "cool".  That was
fine by me.  I knew now I was in a much better position to help them if
they needed it.  Kiyosugu approached me as I packed my briefcase for the
train ride home.
	"Hi!" I greeted him as he walked in.
	"I... um... wanted to tell you that you were cool playing that
guitar today," he said, and then ran out.  I nodded.  "You're welcome,
Kiyosugu."  I knew I had gotten through to him.  I had made a start with
him.  Now I had to work carefully to bring him around.  My ultimate motive
was to try and help him improve his life, not to get into his pants.  But
life often has other ideas and I eventually did get all the way to home
plate with him but not before going through some emotional times with him.
He was a good kid, he just needed someone to convince him of that.  Easier
said than done, right?  Well, I was going to try.
	The next week October had arrived with a vengeance.  Rain and wind
moved through the town.  I shivered inside my tiny apartment, cursing the
management company.  I knew this place was too good to be true.  I had
plenty of money in the bank and I decided to go house hunting this weekend.
I went out to get a paper and started reading the house ads.  I even looked
at houses during the week after school was out for the day.  Thursday came
around and one of the coaches asked me to take his detention group.  This
was the opportunity I had been waiting for.  I joined the three boys in the
locker room and changed into my gym gear.
	"I decided to run with you guys today.  I need to stay in shape," I
said.  Kiyosugu and the two others nodded, as we got ready.  Kiyosugu led
us into the gym where there was a small running track around the top of the
gym.  We did our stretches and got to it.  We ran a mile around the track
and then relaxed on the bleachers.  The two boys headed into the locker
room after a few minutes, leaving Kiyosugu and me alone.
	"You're doing well in my class," I said, starting the conversation
between us.  He looked up, his brown eyes shining.  "That's because you're
a good teacher."
	"Thanks.  How about your other classes?  Doing okay there?" I
asked.  He sighed.  "I'm having a little trouble with math," he admitted.
"I just don't understand the algebra."
	"I can help you there if you want," I said.  "I'm fairly proficient
in algebra."  Kiyosugu looked up.  "Could you?  I'd appreciate any help you
can give me."
	"Sure.  I can meet you in the classroom after school and help you
as much as I can.  Once I get my house, we can meet there," I said.
	"You are moving?" he asked.
	"Yes.  The apartment building where I live isn't the best place to
be," I said, telling him which one it was.  The expression on his face told
me what he thought of the place.  "The punkers have their place on the top
floor."
	"Then I better get out.  The leader still sore about the guitar
playing I did?" I asked Kiyosugu.
	"He wants to kick your ass," Kiyosugu said.  "He scares me."
	"Why do you hang with them then?" I asked.  Kiyosugu sighed.
"Because I thought he was cool.  I'm beginning to see how wrong I was about
him.  He was the one that made me do the petty theft thing."
	"How did he make you do it?" I asked.  "I don't understand."
Kiyosugu raised his head and looked at me.  I saw tears in his eyes.
Before he could answer me I heard a door open.  I took his arm and quickly
lead him into the locker room.  The other two boys were gone.  I led him to
the bench in front of the lockers we were using and I wrapped my arms
around him.  That was all it took.  Kiyosugu completely broke down and
cried.  Something in me suddenly understood that all kids are the same, no
matter where they lived and in what culture they were raised.
	I let him cry himself out, holding him close to me.  He clung to me
the whole time, long after he stopped crying.
	"Are you okay?" I asked him in a whisper.  Then it all came out in
a torrent.  The punk leader had caught Kiyosugu with a gay magazine and
threatened to tell people unless he did exactly what he said.  He even
threatened to tell the Uncle as well.  The punk leader forced him to do the
crime and give him the money.  Kiyosugu got caught by a cop that happened
by and got busted, drawing probation on a first offense.  What a heavy load
for a thirteen year old to carry!
	"Are you okay now?" I asked.  He nodded.  "Yeah.  I feel better
having talked to you."
	"Good.  Now let's get into the shower and we can get out of here.
I know a noodle stand just down the street we can hang at," I said.  We got
into the shower after stripping down.  I could see him glancing at me every
few seconds.  I wanted to give him a show but decided not to.  We got out
of there fairly quick and went to the noodle stand.  After taking a booth
in the back and placing our orders, we continued our conversations.  I told
him about me, leaving nothing out.  When he heard that I was gay and a
boylover, he looked up at me and smiled.
	"I know what boylovers are.  Men who love boys.  I had a feeling
about you and I guess I was right," Kiyosugu said.  We talked more about
that and by the time we left an hour later, he looked a lot surer of
himself.  I walked him to his apartment building and left him there.  That
would prove to be even more of a turning point in his life.


	It was Kiyosugu who found the house for me.  He had seen the
punkers coming at a distance as he was walking down a side street three
blocks from the school.  Wanting to avoid them he turned and ran down a
small alley between houses and emerged onto a small street.  He felt lead
to walk down it until he found a mailbox and walked down the long driveway.
To his surprise the house was done in the traditional manner, sitting up on
stout recycled telephone poles.  He managed to get in and wandered through
it.  It looked like it hadn't been lived in for ages.  Walking out into the
backyard, he discovered a small fishpond, an in ground swimming pool next
to it, and a hot tub on the back porch under the eaves.  The yard went back
about a hundred feet.  He left the house and walked up the street to the
corner and wrote down the street name.  The next morning I found him at the
classroom door, waiting for me.  I had the habit of coming in early most
mornings and doing some paperwork and getting the day's lesson ready.
	"Good morning," I said as I unlocked the door.  "You're early
today."  He followed me in.  "I found a house for you."
	"Please tell me about it," I said as I started the coffee pot.
Kiyosugu sat down in a chair and told me all about the house.  I smiled as
he described it.  It sounded perfect.
	"Can you take me and the real estate lady to it after school?" I
asked him.  He smiled, the first real smile I'd ever seen him do.  "Yes,
Sensei!" he bowed.  The classroom door opened and the first period class
started coming in.  Kiyosugu went out the other door and I didn't see him
again until fifth period.
	"I called the lady and she will meet us in front of the school
after classes.  Can you be there?" I asked him, leaning over his desk.
	"Yes sensei," he replied.
	After classes ended for the day I walked out to the parking lot and
found the lady there along with Kiyosugu.  They turned to me as I walked
up.
	"I see you have met each other," I said.
	"He's told me about the house," she said.  "I had forgotten about
that particular house.  Every agent in town has tried to sell the house
many times but nobody was willing to take it.  I'll be honest with you.  It
will need lots of work to be livable in."
	"Let's go see it please," I asked.  Kiyosugu got into the back and
I got into the passenger seat.  It took us about fifteen minutes to get
there.  I began to feel something deep inside of me as we drove down the
long driveway.  When we parked in front of the house, the feelings got
stronger.  I walked up the steps and she opened the front door with the
keys from a lockbox.  As I walked through the house I had the feeling that
this was the place when I would be spending the rest of my life at.
	"I'll take the house," I said, turning to her.  Both Kiyosugu and
the lady blinked at me in surprise.
	"Are you sure, West-san?" she asked.  I nodded as a feeling of
euphoria grew inside of me.  "Yes.  This is it."  I had the house in a
matter of weeks.  It was also the place were I gave Kiyosugu his first
sexual experience neither one of us would forget.
	I moved every thing over there that weekend with Kiyosugu's help.
He was a big help and I appreciated it.  He even offered to help fix the
house and I accepted it.  It seemed to me he wanted to be with me instead
of the punkers or going home.  I had the misfortune to meet the man who
claimed to be the boy's uncle and I understood even more why Kiyosugu
didn't like him.  The man was an even bigger bully than the punkers.  It
was apparent he didn't like the boy at all.  I took Kiyosugu aside a few
days later and told him he could stay with me if he liked.  He would have
to follow a few simple rules in my house and he instantly agreed.  Kiyosugu
moved into the house the last week of October after his Uncle decided to
toss him out.  I couldn't believe the man would do that to his own nephew.
Then the punkers got busted for drugs.  The leader tried to get me busted
and Kiyosugu saved my ass on that one.  Kiyosugu was an emotional case for
nearly a week and his teachers didn't push him for any schoolwork.  He got
through it and once he settled down he got better.
	Christmas break was just around the corner in mid December now.
Kiyosugu had changed quite a bit.  He got rid of the skull earring, opting
to wear a simple gold hoop in his left ear.  It made him look so much
better.  He let his hair grow out into a really nice hairstyle that made
him look very handsome.  He was smiling more, even beginning to develop a
sense of humor.  He was also making friends, something he had never been
able to do.  With his help the house took shape quickly, evolving into a
very traditional Japanese house.  One of the areas I had to get used to was
the main bath area.  You slid a door aside and walked into a large room
with dark stained wood paneling.  In one corner was a small wood bench with
a wood bucket and a ladle in it.  Then move to the right and there was the
bathtub.  Take a few more steps to the right and there was a door.  Open
the door and the toilet was right there.  My master bedroom had it's own
bathroom, with a shower, toilet, and sink in there.  Kiyosugu's room had
the same.  The other two bedrooms had them as well.  Two more rooms house
the TV/video/audio room and the den.  There was the very traditional living
room, kitchen, and dining room.  The house wasn't that bad as we
discovered.  It was just a matter of cleaning it up and replacing many of
the tatami mats, the stove, and having the utilities checked out.  I
decided to give Kiyosugu a Christmas he'd never forget.  He watched as I
set up the Christmas tree in the living room and both of us decorated it
together.  When it was finished, he stepped back.
	"It's beautiful," he said, and I couldn't disagree.


	It was that evening that I gave him his first sexual experience.  I
decided to treat him to a traditional bath and got every thing ready.  When
he announced he was going to shower and bed, I stood up.
	"Let me take care of you tonight," I said, taking his hand.  I led
him to his bedroom and slowly undressed him.  Kiyosugu had been taking
advantage of the home gym I had setup in the extra room I had added on.  He
had gotten a bit more muscular lately.  Once he was naked, I led him to the
door of the bathroom.
	"Wait here for me," I said.  Kiyosugu didn't.  He followed me to my
room and undressed me instead.  I could see his eyes widen in amazement at
my hairy chest.  He slowly ran his fingers through my chest hair.  He
looked down to see my seven inches growing.
	"You're so big," he breathed.
	"Don't worry.  Yours will grow in time.  You're just now starting
puberty, give it time, okay?" I said, rubbing his shoulders.  I took his
hand and led him back to the main bathroom and inside.  I had turned off
the lights and lit and placed a dozen candles around the place.  I led him
to the bench and he sat down on it.  I picked up the ladle and poured hot
water over him, getting him wet.  Once he was completely wet, I picked up
the shampoo and washed his hair.  Then I picked up the soap and started to
wash his young body.  Kiyosugu closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure.  No
doubt in my mind he was feeling and experiencing new pleasure for the first
time in his life.  I would explain every thing to him later.
	I moved my soapy hands over his shoulders and down to his chest.  I
could feel the hard muscle under his soft skin.  I moved my hands down to
his tummy and explored his belly button.  It was a deep innie.  I wondered
if I could get the head of my cock in there.  Be worth a try later.  I
avoided his cock for now, fingering the six-pack of muscle slowly
developing on his abs.  I stepped back and knelt down and worked his legs
for a moment.  I felt the hard muscle in his well-developed calves, and in
his thighs.  I moved my hands over his broad back and instantly knew he
would be a very strong man someday.  I marveled in his beautiful teen's
body.  It was a joy and a pleasure to touch and explore him.  I stood up
once more and stepped up behind him, wrapping my arms around him.  I
reached for his cock and balls and started to explore them.  My left hand
slipped down between his legs and felt the big heavy teen balls full of
teen juice while my right hand caressed and explored his teen cock, five
inches of prime boymeat throbbing in my hand.  I could hear his ragged
breathing and knew he had gone to the place where he'd never gone before, a
place that he soon would come to know and experience many times.
	"Something... is happening... what?" he mumbled as I stroked him.
	"Let it happen, let yourself go in the feelings, don't be
frightened.  It's all good," I reassured him as I masturbated him.  Next
thing I knew his body was shaking and he cried out as his cock swelled
slightly and his sperm came shooting out.  He shot five, six good shots
before collapsing in my arms.  I eased him down to the bench and rinsed him
off.  I placed him in the tub with a rolled up towel under his head and
watched him for a few minutes.  Then I quickly bathed myself and slid into
the tub with him.  Kiyosugu quickly rolled to me, wrapping his arms around
me and cried on my shoulder.  I held him for a long time, comforting him
and hoping I hadn't hurt him.  He eventually stopped crying and conked out.
I lifted him out of the tub and dried him off, putting him to bed.  I
watched him sleep for a time, his face relaxed, looking very much like a
sleeping child.  I kissed him on the forehead and quietly left the room.
	I woke up the next morning and sat up in bed.  I wondered how he
would react to the huge stack of presents under the tree I had put there
for him.  I was just slipping into my kimono when the door to my room slid
aside and Kiyosugu walked in.  There were tears running down his face and I
took him into my arms and let him cry on my chest once more.  When he was
able to speak he looked up at me.
	"You really love me, don't you?  You really care for me?" he asked.
I gently hugged him.  "Yes I do."
	"Nobody's ever done anything for me.  Nobody's ever given me
things.  Nobody's ever touched me like... like you did last night.  I love
you," Kiyosugu cried.  I held him close to me and realized that he had been
deprived of so much and nobody really knew it.  He had kept his pain so
deep inside of him that nobody knew he was hurting.  He had cried for help
so many times and the adults around him interpreted it as acting up.  God I
felt sorry for him.  He finally stopped crying and I led him into the small
bathroom and washed his face off.  I sat on the toilet and pulled him close
to me.
	"Now is the time to stop being sad.  Now is the time to start being
happy.  Know and understand that I love you and will help you in anyway I
can," I said.  Kiyosugu smiled at me and I knew I had gotten through.
	"Now let's go see what's under the tree," I suggested.  Kiyosugu
whooped in delight and dashed off to the living room.  I followed and went
into the kitchen to find a pot of coffee already going.  I poured myself a
cup and sat down in the recliner to watch Kiyosugu open his presents.  He
was acting like a kid in a candy store, his eyes shining bright as he
eagerly ripped open the packages.  I knew he was thrilled with every thing
he got.  He handled each thing with care and gave them a proper place to be
in his room.  That was the best Christmas holiday he'd ever had.
	I went and bought a car in the week between Christmas and New
Year's.  It was a bright yellow Nissan Exterra four-wheel drive.  I was
glad I bought it.  Not only was it comfortable, it had power and it could
handle any kind of weather, especially snowy weather.  We took it on a
three-day skiing expedition at a ski lodge nearby.  It was the first time
either one of us had gone snow skiing and we enjoyed it tremendously.
Kiyosugu was really coming alive and out of his shell.  He was changing in
front of me into a big bright beautiful butterfly and it was exciting to
see.  Even his probation officer commented on it.
	"You have been good to him.  Please continue to do so," he said.  I
gave him my word of honor I would.  I made every effort to.


	It was New Year's Eve that he came to me with a serious request.  I
had the feeling what he was going to ask, but I let him ask anyway.
	"Sensei, I wish to give myself to you.  Please take me to your bed
and pillow me," Kiyosugu said as the evening started.  I sat down in my
recliner and drew him close to me.  "Are you sure this is what you want?
It is a bit too soon."  He looked up at me.  "Yes.  You've taught me so
much about the first kind of love, the kind of love that comes from caring
about someone.  The kind of love that comes from wanting to be with that
person.  Now I want to know about the second kind of love that comes from
pillowing."  I nodded.  "If that is what you want, then I shall make love
with you.  I will show you what lovemaking is all about.  Know this though,
there is no right way, and no wrong way.  You do what you think is pleasing
to your partner.  Also understand this.  There is a big responsibility when
having sex with someone.  If you really love that person, it is with them
you should stay, and never stray.  If you do choose to play with others,
then you need to learn about condoms.  I will teach you that later.  Now, I
want you to be absolutely sure this is what you want."  He looked up at me
and I saw something moving inside his soft brown eyes.  "It is.  Please
sensei, take me to your bed and make love with me."  I stood up and drew
him close to me.  "Then I shall."  I walked around the house and made sure
the doors were locked for the night.  I walked into my room and pulled the
bedcovers back.  Kiyosugu walked in a moment later, wearing a plain brown
kimono and stood before me as the light from the fire in the fireplace cast
it's glow on his face.  I turned off the lights in the room and turned to
him.  He opened his kimono and let it fall to the floor.  He was wearing a
white cotton mawashi, tied around his middle and covering his cock and
balls.  I slipped out of my sky blue kimono and hung it up.  I picked up
Kiyosugu's and hung it up as well.  He moved forward and pressed his body
against mine.  I could feel his smooth skin against my naked body.  I
reached behind him and undid the knot in the mawashi and unwrapped it from
him.  Now he stood before me in all of his glory.  I reached out and drew
him close to me once more, feeling his warm naked body against mine.  I
gently tilted his head back and gave him his first kiss.  He responded to
it with one of his own, a hungry eager kiss.
	"Open you mouth just a bit," I whispered, and then slipped my
tongue inside his mouth and gave him his first French kiss.  I could taste
the mint toothpaste he used moments before coming into my room.  He
clutched me tight to him and moaned in pleasure as my hands roamed over his
body.  He had filled out a bit, the workouts in the gym and my good cooking
agreeing with him.  I broke the kiss and his grip on me and led him to my
bed.  We lay down together and he rolled on top of me and resumed the
kissing.  I caressed his back with my fingertips, from nape of neck to his
ass crack.  He moaned loudly as he kissed me.  I gently rolled him onto his
back and began kissing and exploring his body.  I had decided that the oral
sex would suffice for now.  We would do anal sex later, once I had properly
prepared him for it.  No sense in rushing all of the pleasures together
into one night.
	I started with his neck, licking the back of his ears.  That really
turned him on.  I moved down to his neck and nuzzled it for a bit, driving
him nuts with kisses and licks.  Then I kissed his mouth once more.
Kiyosugu slipped his tongue into my mouth and wiggled it around inside for
a bit and then back out.  I kissed his neck once more.
	"Feels so good," he sighed.  I kissed the top of his torso, feeling
the collarbone underneath the skin.  I moved my lips along the bone, from
left to right.  Kiyosugu was moaning and moving around underneath me.  I
knew he was enjoying the pleasure just as much as I was.  I moved my
fingertips down his sides as I discovered his tiny nipples.  He gasped as I
licked and sucked on his right one first.  I felt his body shiver from
newly discovered pleasure.  I reached up with my left hand and grasped the
skin around his tiny nipple and gently squeezed it, making it rise up a
bit.  I continued to lick and suck on the little nipple, feeling the tiny
hard nub on the surface of my tongue.  Kiyosugu writhed underneath me, the
pleasure consuming his body and taking him to the edge.  I moved over to
his left nipple and repeated the same treatment, driving him even wilder.
I felt his hands grab and squeeze my back and arms.  I stopped and let his
settle down a bit as I caressed his chest with fingertips.
	"Hummmm.  Feels so good," he moaned.  I lowered my head to the
middle of his torso and started kissing and licking him once more.  He
sighed and moaned as pleasure once more took hold of him.  I used my
fingers and tongue to explore each muscle in the abdomen.  I felt his
fingers move through my hair as he groaned in pleasure.  I moved my tongue
around the edge of his belly button before slipping it in.  Boy did that
get a reaction!
	"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" he cried out, arching his tummy upward, pressing
his abs against my face.  I wiggled my tongue around inside the navel.  I
felt him wrap his legs around my middle and shiver violently.  His senses
were on edge.  I felt his hard five inches pressing against my chest.  I
pulled my tongue out of there a moment later and he calmed down again, his
chest heaving from panting.
	"Are you okay?" I asked, gently stroking his chest.  He looked at
me and leaned forward and kissed me on the lips and then lay down again.  I
reached down with my right hand and started to play with his hard cock.  He
closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure.  I hoped he was enjoying himself.
	I slid down the bed until my face was at his genitals.  I could see
the black hairs of his pubics coming in nicely.  I moved a fingertip
through his pubic hair, feeling the soft fine curly hair against my finger.
I lifted his five inches and noticed his balls were still hair free.  I
gently licked his balls making him cry out.  I spread his legs some more
and pushed my face in there and lapped at his balls a few more times before
taking them into my mouth.  Then I pushed his legs up into the air, his
knees barely touching his chest.  I moved forward until my face was in his
ass and sniffed at his clean pucker.  It was a clean pink star, and the
smells from it was his own unique scent.  I gently ran my tongue over the
opening and then started to rim him.  Kiyosugu just went nuts!
	"Oh sensei, feels good!  Please don't stop!" he whined.  I wasn't
planning on stopping just yet.  I licked the surface on his anus a few
times more and then gently and slowly pushed my tongue inside.  I heard him
groan in ecstasy.  He was really enjoying the pleasure.  I tongue fucked
him for another minute and then let his legs down.  It was time to get him
off.
	I moved my tongue up his cockshaft to the tip slowly.  Before I
went down on his cock, I slipped my middle finger into my mouth and wet it
good.  I slipped my finger between his butt cheeks and to his pucker.  As I
slowly took his young cock into my mouth, I slowly and gently worked my
finger into him.
	"Oh sensei!" he cried out.  I got all of his five inches into my
mouth and my middle finger in his ass at the same time.  I began sucking
his cock and finger fucking him at the same time, keeping my finger off his
prostate.  I didn't want him shooting just yet.  I worked his cock in my
mouth and my finger in his ass, giving him so much pleasure.  I could feel
his anal muscle clamping down on my finger each time I pushed it in.  He
was getting to his breaking point so I started rubbing his prostate.  That
proved to be the thing that pushed him over the edge.
	"I'M CUMMING!" Kiyosugu screamed as his cock spasmed in my mouth,
delivering his sweet young cream into my mouth and down my throat.  I kept
on sucking him as hard as I could while rubbing his prostate.  He shot some
more and then went dry.  I immediately stopped sucking his cock and slowly
pulled my finger out of his ass.  Tears were streaming down his face and I
gathered him into my arms and comforted him.  He didn't say anything but
went to sleep a moment later once he stopped crying.  I laid him on his
back and wiped him down with a warm wet cloth and then got back into bed
with him and pulled the covers over us.  I snuggled up next to his warm
naked body and fell asleep holding him in my arms.


	The third of January in the New Year we went back to school.  We
hadn't sat down and talked about what happened that New Year's Eve yet.
Somehow I had the feeling it wouldn't be proper to, because it could take
something away from the specialness of the moment.  It changed him, though.
He seemed much different now.  I hoped it was a good kind of change.  I
know I had given him an experience much like the one little Mikey had given
me that first time the little nine year old had sucked me off and then
mounted my cock.  That was a moment I had felt for weeks afterwards.  I
wondered if that was what he was feeling.  I debated on asking him and then
in the end decided not too.  If he wanted to share with me what he felt in
that moment he would.
	People at school noticed the change in him and asked about it.  He
told them of what I had given him at Christmas and how it made him feel to
know that someone cared about him.  I think a lot of the kids learned
something from him on that and I know for a fact that a number of them felt
guilty about not befriending him long ago.  Having close friends does make
a difference in one's life.  I know, I can testify to that.  Don Larson was
a prime example of that.  The kids at the school knew that they could talk
to me about anything.  I even got permission to open an unused classroom
that faced the lunch yard and got a few couches, beanbag chairs, and
scattered pillows on the floor and would hang out in there and talk to any
kid that came in.  I set up an information rack with all kinds of pamphlets
on subjects ranging from sex to drugs.  Sasaki-koochoo supported me on that
and the room proved to be a good thing.
	Kiyosugu and I continued to share my bed, even though he had his
own room.  He understood it was where he could go to have his privacy
anytime he chose, a place to have his friends when they came over, and a
space to call his own.  I told him he needed that and he thanked me for it.
We slowly became more intimate with each other, sharing our bodies with
each other.  I didn't push him into anal sex yet, knowing he wasn't ready
for it even though we had talked about it many times.  He knew how it was
done, and how to prepare the partner for it.  I told him we would do it
when he was ready and not before.  He thanked me for saying that.  It
seemed to me I had taken a load off his shoulders by saying that.  He later
confessed he was worried I'd push him into it.
	"Oh my God, never!" I exclaimed.  "That would be rape!"  Then I sat
him down and explained the difference between making love and rape.  He
solemnly swore he would never commit the act on another boy, ever.  I
believed him.
	The first of February was his fourteenth birthday.  I asked him
what he wanted for his birthday.  He looked at me shyly.
	"I want your peace in my heaven," he said.  I instantly knew what
he meant.  It was a Japanese expression meant to describe intercourse with
someone.  I had discovered that in a book in a Japanese sex shop on one of
my trips into the bigger nearby city.
	"Are you sure of this?" I asked him.
	"Yes.  I want you to be my first," Kiyosugu said.  I nodded.  "You
know what it is about and how it works from our many conversations.
According to the gay pillow book I bought for you to read, we have to start
preparing you.  I'll make a run to the city this weekend and get some plugs
for you to wear at home to help stretch you out a bit."  Kiyosugu hugged
me.  "Thank you Sensei."  I hugged him back.  "Please don't worry about a
thing.  I'll do what I can to make it a very pleasing experience."  He
looked up at me with love and trust in his eyes.  "I know you will.  You
have never hurt me yet."  I grinned and led him to the dining room table.
"Now let's talk about your birthday party.  Who do you want to have over?
What kind of cake and ice cream do you want?  How about food?"  Kiyosugu
laughed joyously and together we planned his birthday, two weeks away.
	I did run up to the big city nearby over the weekend once I
arranged to have him sleep over with a friend.  I went into the sex shop
for butt plugs and ended up buying a few pleasure toys, magazines, and
videos for him and I in addition to the butt plugs.  I had fun picking them
out.  Then I went shopping for some of his birthday presents.  I stayed in
the city overnight and was home midmorning the next day.  The butt plugs
and the lube I bought I put into my nightstand.  I wrapped some of the
pleasure toys and two of the books and a DVD into a box as a very private
birthday gift for him and kept the other things in my room.  The wrapped
box went into a hiding place.  The few birthday gifts I wrapped and placed
elsewhere.  I picked up a few more things there in town, got them home,
wrapped them, and hid them.  Then I went to pick him up from his friend's
place.  I watched him wave goodbye as he left the house.  He certainly
changed a great deal.  It is amazing how a person can change when they have
a positive influence in their lives.  Kiyosugu was proof of that.
	We had gotten home and I had barely started dinner when the phone
rang.
	"Moshi-moshi (hello)?" I answered.  I recognized the voice of
Kiyosugu's probation officer on the phone.  "Please have Kiyosugu in court
tomorrow morning at nine.  Every thing will be explained then.  Good night,
see you there."
	"Yes sir," I replied.  I set down the receiver into the cradle and
told Kiyosugu what the phone call was.  He blinked at me and shrugged his
shoulders.
	"I haven't done anything wrong," he said.
	"Well, we'll go and find out.  Don't want to get into trouble for
not showing up," I said.  "I'll call Sasaki-koochoo right now."  I did just
that and he wished us luck.  I decided to hold off on starting what I
called the butt plug stretching therapy until tomorrow.  That proved to be
a wise decision.  Neither one of us got any sleep that night.  The next
morning we presented ourselves to the local court the next morning to face
the juvenile court judge.  He looked at Kiyosugu over his glasses as he
read something on his desk.
	"Masame-san, according to your probation officer's report, your
teacher's reports, and your school principal's reports, you have managed to
turn your life around for the better.  This makes me happy.  Therefore it
is the judgment of this court that you be released from your probation,
your record expunged, and sent on your way to enjoy the rest of your life,"
the judge stated.  People told us later they heard Kiyosugu clear down the
hall as he cheered.  He blushed as the judge smiled.
	"Quite all right, son.  Not very many young men like your self get
a second chance like this.  One more thing, happy fourteenth birthday.  Go
enjoy it," he said.  Kiyosugu stepped up to the man and shook his hand.  I
know that was one of his greatest moments in life that he would always
remember.  We left the court and went to school.  I couldn't believe that
took only ten minutes at the most.  Someone must have informed the school,
because there was a group of his friends outside with a big banner, saying
congratulations, Kiyosugu.  He got out of the truck and went to them and
they all congratulated him.  Even Sasaki-koochoo shook his hand.  I knew he
was floating on cloud nine all day after this morning.
	I took him out for a steak dinner after school was out for the day.
It was Friday, and I felt like celebrating myself.  Midterm exams were
coming up and I had to prepare for them.  I needed to test my classes on
their knowledge of English.  Believe me that wasn't easy to come up with
the right kinds of questions.  I didn't want to deal with that this
weekend.  I had bigger concerns to deal with.  I needed to start preparing
Kiyosugu for his first time.  We went to our favorite steak place and had a
great dinner.  Kiyosugu felt satisfied and so did I.  We went home and got
into our jeans and t-shirts and relaxed.  I went and got the butt plugs and
the lube and brought them to the dining room table.  Kiyosugu sat down next
to me and picked up each one and examined them.  All four of them were
slightly bent to fit inside his body, each one bigger and longer than the
other.  The smallest was two inches long and a half-inch wide.  The next
one up was four inches and a full inch wide.  The third one was six inches
long and one and a half inch wide.  The last one was seven inches long and
two inches wide, just a bit smaller in width than my cock.  After he
examined them, he picked up the tube of lubricant and examined it.  It was
lube specially formulated for anal intercourse.  It would provide all the
slipperiness I'd need to get into him.  I sat down next to him with cups of
tea and we discussed them and how I was going to use them.  I even showed
him pictures of what they looked like inside the body.
	"I need to know if you truly are ready for this," I asked him as he
stood up.  Kiyosugu leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.  "Yes Sensei,
I am ready.  I really want this.  I really want you to be the first inside
me."  I pulled his t-shirt off him as he dropped his jeans on the floor.  I
pulled down his BVD briefs and he kicked them off.  He stood before me
naked.  His pubic hair was growing in thick and bushy.  I liked mine cut
down nice and short.  I'd ask him if he wanted the same.  It would be his
choice.
	"Lay across my lap now," I instructed him.  Kiyosugu did, raising
his butt in the air.  I leaned over and looked at his pink pucker winking
at me. I uncapped the lube and squeezed out a few drops onto his pucker.
	"That's cold," Kiyosugu giggled.  I smiled as I patted his butt
cheeks.  I dipped my index finger into the lubricant and started spreading
it over his hole.  I slowly began to work my finger into him gently pushing
in.  Kiyosugu moaned softly as he felt my finger sink into him.  Once it
was completely inside of him, I began to move it around inside of him
working the lube inside of him.  I got him stretched out with just the one
finger, and then picked up the first plug, the smallest one and rubbed a
bit of the lube over it.  I placed it at his entry.
	"Here goes," I said.  "Now take a deep breath and let it out and
push out at the same time."  Kiyosugu did exactly as I instructed him to do
and I slowly worked it in.  He groaned in pleasure as he felt it penetrate
him.  I went slow, not wanting to hurt him.  A moment later the wide part
passed through his ring and then his anal ring closed around the stem,
leaving the wide base outside of his ass.  He had his first plug inside of
him.
	"Okay, stand up and walk around a bit.  Tell me how that feels," I
said.  I watched the naked boy take a few steps away from me and then walk
around the room.
	"Feels good inside of me.  I can feel it shifting around inside of
me," he said.
	"That's the whole point," I said.  "It's to prepare you for anal
intercourse."  Kiyosugu laughed.  "I love feeling it there!"  I smiled.
"That's the pleasure part of it."
	"Feels so good!" he cooed.


	Kiyosugu slowly worked his way up to the largest plug, wearing them
every night.  Naturally we continued our lovemaking as well.  I enjoyed
feeling Kiyosugu's mouth swallow my cock as he played with my nipples or my
large man balls.  He certainly got excited over my body hair.  I had
proposed to him the idea of cutting his pubic hair down so it looked nice
and neat, like mine.  Kiyosugu said he'd think about it and that certainly
was his right.  I didn't push it, knowing full well it was his choice to do
it or not.  I can tell you he certainly liked his butt plugs.  He'd be
sitting on the couch and he would start rocking back and forth, working the
plug against his prostate until he shot off.  He learned to keep a small
towel with him to catch the sperm he shot.  Sometimes I'd get on my knees
and catch his sperm in my mouth when he came.  He was fun to watch, getting
himself off with the plug in his ass.  The plan was that we would do the
deed just after midnight on Friday night, having anal intercourse in the
early hours on Saturday morning as his first birthday gift from me to him.
We planned exactly how it was to be done.  Kiyosugu agreed to the plan.
	Finally Friday night came.  The midterm finals were done and both
of us could relax.  When we got home from school, Kiyosugu went into his
bedroom and stripped naked and then came back out.  I sat at the dining
room table waiting for him.  This time I switched plugs on him, holding one
the same size and length as the last one he was using.  The only thing
different about this one was it had a hole all the way down the center of
it.  I would use an enema kit with this one to clean him out just before we
went to bed.  He positioned himself over my lap and I lubed him up and
slipped it in.  He moaned as it slipped through his ring and into his body.
He knew about the hole in the center and what were would do in the bathroom
just before bed.  After dinner we settled on the couch, his head in my lap
as we faced the fire and watched it dance in the fireplace.  We could hear
the clock ticking and I could feel his heartbeat as I slowly rubbed his
chest with my hand.  We stayed there until the clock struck ten.  It was
time to get ready.
	Kiyosugu went to the bathroom as I walked around the house making
sure the doors and windows were locked for the night.  I walked into the
bathroom and found every thing ready to go.  I pulled him close to me and
we kissed.
	"Are you ready?" I asked.
	"Yes," he replied confidently.
	"Then let's get to it," I said.  Kiyosugu assumed the hands and
knees position on the floor, and them moved from his hands to his chest,
leaving his ass in the air.  I hung up the enema bag of warm water and
slipped the tube into the plug and through the hole into his body.  Then I
opened the clamp slowly and let the water start to fill him up.  I go on my
knees and rubbed his swelling stomach as the warm water filled him up.
Kiyosugu didn't say anything at first until close to the end of the bag.
	"Beginning to hurt," he complained.  I rubbed his belly a bit and
he sighed.  "Better."  Finally the bag emptied completely and I withdrew
the tube from his plug and filled the bag with slightly hot water this
time.  The cramps were starting to hit and I eased him up and slipped the
plug out.  He released and sighed.  We did this twice more until the water
was clear.  He was clean inside now.  I guided him to the bench in the
corner and slowly washed his body clean.  He responded to the touches like
I knew he would.  After the bath, I guided him into my room and closed the
door behind us.  We stood in the center of the room and kissed.
	"I want your peace in my heaven," Kiyosugu whispered.  I knew he
was ready.
	We got into bed and I rolled him on my lap, ass up and reached for
the lubricant.  I squeezed a few drops onto his rounded pucker and worked
it into the pink flesh with a finger.  I heard his soft moans and knew he
was enjoying the pleasure.  I worked a second finger and a bit more lube
into him.  I wanted him to be plenty stretched out and not too dry.
Kiyosugu squirmed a bit on my lap as I lubed him up.  He sat up a moment
later and took the lube from me and dripped a few drops on my hard eager
cock.  He stroked my cock a few times, spreading the lube over the shaft
and the head.  Then he closed the tube and set it aside.  I lay flat on my
back and watched him straddle my hips, facing me.  The clock started to
chime the hour.  We counted off the twelve chimes, the head of my cock now
at his gate.  Right after the chimes were done and it was now Saturday
morning, Kiyosugu slowly pushed himself down on my cock.  He would stop
every few seconds, take a breath, and continue.  It took two minutes for
him to take all of my cock in his ass, but he did it.  He smiled at me as I
gently squeezed his thigh.
	"Happy Birthday, Kiyosugu!  I hope you enjoy this present," I said.
He chuckled.  "I like it very much so far!"  Kiyosugu then started moving
up and down on my cock slowly, taking the time to get used to feeling my
cock moving inside his ass.  I loved it!  It felt great!  After about five
minutes Kiyosugu was moving freely on my cock.  He slowly pulled himself
off me and then we changed positions.  Kiyosugu lay flat on his back and
pulled his legs up, exposing his wet gate to me.  I moved forward, my cock
leading the way into the gate as I rested his legs on my shoulders.
Kiyosugu moaned as I slipped my cock into him.
	"Are you okay?" I asked.  He looked at me, joy in his eyes.  "You
feel so good inside of me."  I took that as permission to start fucking
him.  Only this wasn't just fucking, this was an act of love for both of
us.  I started the lovemaking once more.  Kiyosugu moaned as he felt my
cock enter and leave his body as I made love to him.  He could feel
wonderful and strange feelings coming up from deep inside of him.  I kept
on fucking him until I couldn't stand it anymore.  I started fucking him
hard and fast and Kiyosugu moaned and writhed underneath me as I approached
my impending orgasm.
	"I'm going.  I am about to put my peace in your heaven," I gasped,
and then the moment of the rain and the clouds was upon me.  Kiyosugu
clutched me close as I felt my cock slightly swell and shoot my sperm deep
into his bowels.  I heard him call out my name a few times as I ejaculated
deep inside of him.  I felt myself slow and then finally stop.  Kiyosugu
was no longer virgin.  I had taken his cherry.
	We kissed as I eased myself out of him.  A moment later I had my
legs up over his shoulders as he approached me with lube slicked cock.  I
felt his very hard five inches penetrate me and slip completely inside me.
I listened to his labored breathing as he made love to me for the first
time in his young life.  I looked into his eyes and saw that he was
somewhere else.  Tears slowly filled his eyes and I knew his emotions were
getting the better of him.
	"I'm going," he whispered a moment later.  I actually felt his cock
swell slightly as he shot his cum deep into me.  Tears rolled down his face
as he ejaculated inside of me, giving me his peace in my heaven.  I lifted
my head and kissed him. He shivered and then collapsed on top of me.  I
held his sweaty body in my arms as he sobbed on my shoulder.  I knew that
he would never forget this night, ever.  Neither would I.


	We had many more days and nights of love and pleasure before he
found a lover his age.  That was fine by me.  I loved him enough to let him
go when the time came.  I knew he would be better off with a family to love
and be loved by them.  His boyfriend Kiami (yes Kiami, of all people),
loved him unconditionally and faithfully once I sat down with them and
explained to them what it meant to be a couple.  They listened to me and
knew I would be there for them when they needed it.  They knew I wouldn't
hesitate to help them when they needed.
	This isn't the end, friends.  There will be many more adventures to
cum, I'm sure of that.  I'll do my best to share them with you.  Until
then, peace.