With a bright smile lighting his face, he slowly emerged from the sea. As he rose to his full height, his slightly tanned body reflected the golden rays of the sun in each drop of water that streamed along his body. His lean athletic torso was further enhanced by the splendidly swollen red fundoshi he wore. He was completely unaware of the sensual beauty that he exuded which attracted the envious glances of men as well as the poorly hidden looks of desire from the women.
He was unaware in the way all virgins are. Virginal, not out of need or by choice, but simply because life hadn't yet offered an occasion for the awakening of the senses.
It is not that Takeda Jun knew nothing about sex. Since puberty he had been relieving himself with his hand. But no one had yet awakened his desires or his fantasies. Occasionally he thought that a day he would marry and have children, but never lingered too long on those thoughts. It was similar to those times when you think that one day you'll have to die but, especially when you are still young, you don't dwell on that as a reality or something concrete you have to deal with. You don't worry.
So, unaware, he stretched, pleased with the refreshing swim he had and the cool breeze and the warm sun that caressed his skin in competition with the glances of the many bathers and swimmers. Then, with a completely involuntarily voluptuous indolence, he walked towards his towel and lay down to dry in the sun.
He was completely unaware of the long, careful look of appreciation with which Yamaguchi Kazunari had followed his every movement from the private solarium on the roof of the seaside resort. That lustful look, though, hadn't escaped the notice of Soda, Kazunari's young and faithful companion
"Boss, do you want him?" the youth asked with a cunning smile.
"Idiot! You'll never understand what I want, never." the young man answered drily.
"Come on, boss. I've noticed exactly how you were looking at him. Just look between your legs. A little more looking and your swimsuit will split!" said Soda sniggering with a know-it-all face.
Kazunari gave him a smack on the head with the rolled magazine. Soda undauntedly continued, "If you want him, you just have to tell me. If that's the case, tonight you can have him without that fundoshi, like a good boy, ready on your bed. Have I ever disappointed you, boss?"
"The others were hustlers, this one is different. Anyone could persuade a hustler to be ready on my bed, especially after making them give head, as you do."
"Boss! You know that I just dig females, right?"
"Shut up! They told me."
"Well... it was just to be sure that they were able to please you. Really, believe me. They were almost unable to give me a hard on, for real!" the youth answered almost sulky.
Kazunari had been stricken not only by the boy's physical beauty which he wore unaffectedly like an everyday dress, without showing off, but more so by his fresh, clean expression. His luminous sweet smile and that incongruous bright red fundoshi made him look almost like a mikoshi carrier in a procession. Of course he desired that splendid boy, but not just as a one or two night fuck. For the first time he felt a desire for someone in a different, new way... someone with whom to make love, and someone to love. That was the reason Soda's remark had irritated him.
Jun stood up and shook his towel to free it from the sand and after folding it strolled off towards the showers. Kazunari's eyes followed him. The rear view made the Y shape of the boy's body even more evident. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist and a small ass, which was abundantly and pleasurably exposed by the fundoshi. His legs were straight and sound. A delicious male body, well-shaped, adult, but with a wonderful adolescent face. Kazunari felt such an intense desire that he felt quite ashamed. He watched him disappear into the seaside resort and the inside of Kazunari's heart whispered a goodbye to a vision from a dream!
Why hadn't he gone downstairs to find him? Why hadn't he thought of some pretext or other to buttonhole him and become acquainted with him? Why had he remained seated in his deck chair on the rooftop with Soda and his always-discreet bodyguards who were scattered about? Why? Probably because he was too used to treating the boys he desired like objects. Kazunari was well aware that this boy was more than an object! He was one to be won, courted and loved. He wasn't one to be grasped, used and then thrown away. Kazunari had at once understood that.
Perhaps it would be better to just forget him, Kazunari thought almost with regret. That one was not the right one for him. He probably had a girlfriend besides, and there probably wasn't the faintest idea in his mind of the possibility of sex with a man... Yes, it was wiser to push him from his thoughts... After all, he was content with the boys he could find in gay bars who were just looking for a client or an adventure. At least those boys were skilled and didn't present needless complications
"Let's go, Soda!" he abruptly and dryly said.
"Already? Okay, okay. Whatever you want. Don't make faces, now! It's just that you said you wanted to wait for Hiroshi..."
"I don't even know if he will really show up. He's with his new girlfriend today. You can imagine how much would think he is giving to our appointment. Let's go!"
Soda nodded to the others and they went down to the resort's lower level where the Yamaguchis had their private rooms. Kazunari showered and put on his cream coloured suit and went down the stairs and got into his custom car and went home. None of his family was there, only the servants. He went into his room and opened the shoji facing the garden. He switched on the TV but didn't look at it. He loosened his necktie and sat on the veranda and lit a cigarette.
That garden held many memories for him. The bamboo water balance implacably had beaten the time since long before his birth. That omnipresent sound was in his most remote memories. One memory in particular remained: foremost in his mind. It was when his father had caught him nine years earlier with the gardener's son. They were completely naked on his futon sucking each other.. He was sixteen and his companion fifteen. There was no one at home and none of the servants would have dared enter his room. However, his father had returned home unexpectedly and they hadn't heard him enter. For some strange reason his father had wanted to talk to his son and had walked in on them. He slipped off his belt and gave them a good thrashing with a ferocious calm, which matched the rhythm of the water balance. When he tired he told the gardener to send his son away. It hadn't mattered to where, just as long as he never shows up in their house again. Then he tried to extract a promise from his own son that such a thing would never happen again. It was too late. Kazunari had discovered at least two years previously he was only attracted to his own sex, and the gardener's son certainly wasn't the first one he had sex with. He had absolutely no intention of giving it up and bluntly told his father so. His father's only answer had been to order two of his men to follow his son and never to leave him alone under any circumstance except when he entered his school. While he was in school they waited outside in a car for the entire time to make sure the boy couldn't sneak out.
So Kazunari looked for a couple of mates inside the school. He would go with them to the rest room and have sex. Always a couple because, while he was fucking with one of them inside the box, the other was on watch outside. Then they swapped places. He wasn't satisfied with just one fuck, on the contrary the first just increased his yen.
"My poor dad, you thought you were stronger and shrewder than I..." he said in a low voice, stubbing out the cigarette he had just lit on the crystal ashtray and stood up.
After his father's death he managed a compromise with his mother. As long as he didn't bring his boys home he could do as he pleased with discretion. So, at seventeen he got his pied-a-terre, an apartment downtown. It was small, but elegant, and it was furnished with all the comforts. Soda would bring him a boy he had chosen in one of the gay bars in town. The first time Soda had entered a gay bar he was ashamed to death. Afterwards, he was amused and had become friendly with all the hustlers, even though he was married and only liked women. That didn't deter his occasionally getting head from the boys in his car before bringing them to Kazunari. The very same Soda who now was waiting for his orders in the kitchen where he was quite surely courting the new cook's helper, a hale twenty year old girl freshly in from the countryside.
Kazunari took the telephone and dialled the kitchen. Soda answered immediately.
"After dinner we will go to the Adon," He said.
"Sure boss. Do you have something special in mind, or do you prefer something new tonight?" asked the lackey who when referring to the bar boys, never said 'somebody' but always 'something.'
"If he shows up, I'd like Ken. If not, then a new one. We'll see."
"Sure boss. Do you want to have dinner in your room?"
"No, I'll eat with the family if anyone is there."
Kazunari changed his clothes carefully in preparation for going out that night. Even though they were generally, but not always, hustlers he liked to wear fine clothes, and above all, elegant underwear. Even a fuck by his philosophy was to be done artistically and enjoyed.
Ken was a very gorgeous young man and not a hustler. That's probably why Kazunari preferred him over the other boys. He was in high school and was feared and respected by everybody. He intimidated everyone with his strong will and cleverness. Kazunari had first met him when he went to his little brother Tomoya's High School to assist at a baseball game in which his brother's team played against another school. Ken was the captain of the team and he at once liked him. He inquired about him and found that he was the son of the owner of a small sushi bar. After the match, which was won by his brother's team, he went to the locker room ostensibly to greet and congratulate his brother, but in reality to meet this Ken that had awakened his desire. He buttonholed the boy and found that besides being handsome, he was attractive with his impudent air of a little boss. He invited Ken to have a drink with him to celebrate the victory.
"Are we waiting for your brother?" Ken quietly asked.
"No, you and I, alone. I want to get to know you better. You intrigue me."
"Okay with me."
They drank and then Kazunari invited him to his pied-a-terre. The boy readily accepted. Once there, Kazunari didn't waste any time, but went straight to his goal, put his hand between Ken's legs and fingered his basket. Ken jumped to his feet:
"Hey! What do you think I am? I'm no fag, you know! If you've got any idea of doing..." he said belligerently being on the defensive and looking at Kazunari enraged.
"Come on, calm down. I know you are no faggot, otherwise I would not even have tried. You are all man, that's why I like you."
"You are out of your head! It's best I leave."
"No. Now you completely undress," Kazunari self confidently said.
"You're crazy! Does drinking always have this effect on you?"
Kazunari seized his arm, pulled him closer and with an amused accent said calmly, "Go on, undress: You'll see, I'll make you enjoy it."
Ken attacked him with a karate move, but from earliest childhood Kazunari had trained in the martial arts and was more than skilled. With a few simple moves he held him fast:
"Boy, if I want I can force you to do anything I like. Why don't you simply accept it without making such a fuss? I said I want you to enjoy it. Undress if you don't want me to get you naked."
"Try it!" the boy answered in a defiant tone.
"All right." Kazunari answered. Then keeping it cool and easy, he turned Ken in his arms and legs like a rag doll, and then without tearing a single button or making a single rip in Ken's clothes stripped him bare and then undressed himself.
Ken struggled ruthlessly, and furiously with all his might even though uselessly. When he saw Kazunari's naked body, which was covered from his shoulders to mid thighs by the artistic, colourful tattoo, he suddenly stopped his struggles.
"You are a yakuza!" he said in a low voice filled with reverent awe and respect.
"Yes," the young man quietly answered.
"An important one?" Ken asked, barely touching with his fingers the complex drawing that covered the man's skin like a fitted dress.
"Rather," the other answered while looking at him with desire. Kazunari was excited, but noticed that Ken also had a hard on. He laughed cunningly, "You say you don't want it, but your cock says something else."
Giving up the struggle the boy grimly said, "I've never done it, not with a man."
Kazunari still held him so as to keep him from escaping and started to caress him all over his body.
"You'll like it, you'll see. Relax, boy."
"I've no choice. You're too strong... and powerful. So, fuck me and let me go. At least, don't keep on talking"
"No, I want you to ask me to do it. I don't want to rape you, even though that it would be easy for me. I want you to enjoy it with me, as I said."
"Oh, shit, what do you want from me? That I say I like it?"
"Well, not before, but after." Kazunari answered as he continued to caress him and to excite him little by little. And little by little he loosened his grasp, even though he was ready to block any escape attempt, but the boy did nothing to get away.
"Really, you've never done it before?"
"No, never with another man."
"But now, don't you feel like trying it with me?"
Ken didn't answer for a while. He remained tense and still under the increasingly intimate caresses of the other and then he emitted a soft sigh: "You are a devil. You are exciting me in spite of that tool you are brushing against me. You are making me want it... probably because it's been a month since I've had any sex..." Ken murmured and his hand lowered to grasp Kazunari's member and then he fingered it for a long while before he said, "Who would have thought I would find myself naked and with a man's cock in my hand...?"
"And... don't you like it?" Kazunari asked as he brushed Ken's small hard, dark nipples, which made the young man quiver from his head to his toes.
"It's strange, but... yes." Ken said as he started to masturbate Kazunari while looking at the young man's member in fascination. Then without looking him in the eyes and in a low voice he said, "And I bet that now I have to suck it and that afterwards you will shove it in my ass, right?"
"What do you think?" Kazunari asked pushing lightly, but firmly, the boy's head toward his groin.
"As I thought..." the boy sighed and lowered, resigned to lick that hard flesh rod he had in his hand.
Then Kazunari turned on the carpet and went to suck the boy's turgid straight pole. Ken moaned. He was the prey of pleasure and in his turn started to suck the young man's meat almost with ardour. When Kazunari felt that the boy was losing his control, he turned him over and started to skilfully lick between his small, tight buttocks.
"Oh, that..." the boy moaned as he pushed his ass against Kazunari's face so he was better able to feel those incredible licks. He knew what would follow that licking, but he didn't mind anymore. He was really and very excited.
"Relax. The first time can be a little painful, but afterwards you'll see you'll like it. Relax, Ken." he said turning the boy over again and preparing him for the penetration. "The more you relax, the less painful it will be..."
"Go on. Hurry up." Ken said, sullenly but with excitement.
And Kazunari took him. He was not surprised by the fact that Ken didn't scream when he sank into him with a set of strong pushes until he won over the resistance of the incredibly tight virgin channel, even though he betrayed his pain with a short contraction of all his body's muscles. He knew Ken was a tough boy and that made Ken even more desirable to him. He was not even surprised at the docility with which Ken accepted the vigorous hammering that followed. The boy accepted the unavoidable as a real man. He was astounded when the boy started to moan wildly:
"Oh, I'm coming... oohh, coming... aaah... ah... oooooh... oooh... aah, cooooooming!" and unloaded himself against the mattress without even having touched himself. He quivered intensely while Kazunari discharged inside him. Kazunari was fully satisfied to have tamed that cockerel and to have taken his cherry. He remained pleasantly and deeply embedded in the boy while regaining his control.
Afterwards, while dressing, Ken was silent and gloomy, almost sulky. Kazunari tried to make him talk, but the boy replied in monosyllables. Then Ken asked him if he was now free to leave.
"I'll have you driven home in my car." Kazunari said.
"By one of your lackeys? No, thank you, I'd rather go back on the bus."
"See you again..." the young man said at the door.
Ken didn't reply and went down the stairs quickly taking two steps at a time. He was almost running.
But they did met again and it was the same Ken to whom he had given his telephone number that called him and asked him, with an air halfway between brazen and shy, to be fucked by him again. They met several other times. One evening Kazunari brought Ken to the Adon and the boy started to look for a partner. He had been fully converted to the same sex love, even though Kazunari thought that he hadn't completely given up on girls.
When they met at the Adon Ken always accepted his invitation without any problems. Now that he had fully accepted that sexuality, he participated with eager pleasure in the trysts with Kazunari and gave himself to the young man without restraint and with manifest pleasure. At times Kazunari had thought about proposing to him, but something had held him back, until now.
That evening everybody was present at dinner, even his elder sister's husband and the family lawyer. Kazunari immediately felt that something important was in the air. "So, Eguchi, we really need to finalize that contract with the Matsuda Company?" his mother asked as soon as they sat at the table.
"Madam, if we renege on that contract, Oshima will do it and we really don't need him becoming stronger right now."
"Oshima? That would be the limit! That pig!" an upset Tomoya said.
Hiroshi threw him a rough glance. Tomoya become silent but kept his belligerent expression.
"Do you mean that we would not manage to gain control of the Matsuda Company then?"
"We will, soon, madam, but not soon enough to obtain this contract and afterward it will just become more difficult."
"Okay, I understand. Then, lets finalize it." Michiko said.
"But the Matsuda is shilly shally... they evidently want to raise the price. They are trying to make us understand they have received better offers."
"From Oshima, right?" Tomoya asked harshly
Hiroshi gave him a kick under the table. Kazunari smiled to himself: Hiroshi was cold and rational while Tomoya was passionate, as usual. Hiroshi was disturbed by the passionate nature of the youngest brother.
"Well, let the Matsuda understand that they either accept our offer or they risk not being able to accept any other offers ever again." Michiko said drily as she swallowed an oyster.
"We've already put pressure on him, but..." the lawyer said.
"Kazunari, tomorrow morning you will go to visit the Matsuda's President, Mister Nakamura, and make him listen to reason."
"Can I use tough methods?" the young man quietly asked as he weighed his mother's expression. In fact he knew very well that more than the words it was how she said them that counted.
"Nothing personal. Unhappily little men have a martyr's soul at times. Learn what matters to him..."
"We can kidnap one of his children." Tomoya said and received another kick under the table from his brother who said, "You heard, right? Kazunari has to attend to it. Shut up once and for all!"
"Kazunari, always Kazunari, just because he is the eldest." Tomoya complained, "I'm eighteen, now, when will you charge me with something, mother?"
"When you behave a little more maturely." Hiroshi said.
"You are not my mother!" Tomoya retorted harshly.
"Enough!" Michiko said dryly.
More to turn attention away from Tomoya, Ryuta, Naoko's husband, asked, "Do you need a hand, Kazunari?"
"No, not yet. If tomorrow he still doesn't sign, then perhaps..."
"Do you have a plan?" Hiroshi asked.
"Just a truck loaded with explosives parked in the underground parking garage of the Matsuda Company's skyscraper, I think." Kazunari slowly said.
Tomoya brightened up, but all the others looked at him perplexed. Those were not Kazunari's methods. He faintly smiled at the reaction of the others and continued, "And a voyeuristic tour for Mister Nakamura from his office to inside the truck, just to show him that really he should sign with us or he will no longer be able to sign with others. If we are able to introduce a truck into his well protected underground, we will be able to introduce anything we want, anywhere we want." Kazunari concluded, "But, this is just as a last resort..."
They talked for a while longer, then around eleven o'clock. Michiko wound up the reunion. As Kazunari went to summon Soda, Tomoya approached him:
"Why don't you have him find a dynamite charge in his presidential toilet? That man cares more for his ass than for his skyscraper, I bet!" Tomoya whispered rapidly and then left to get his bike in the garage.
"Are you ready, Soda?"
"Sure, boss. Who do we bring with us tonight?"
"Choose a couple. And be sure they are presentable for where we are going. The last time they looked like two policemen."
"Boss, if they hear you they will be offended!"
"It's not my fault. They chilled the entire atmosphere."
That night Ken was not at the Adon. Kazunari choose a big boy who was tall enough to be a basketball player and who had a tough glare. He enjoyed taming those young bulls in his bed. He pointed the boy out to Soda and told one of his other men to bring him to his pied-a-terre. When the teddy boy arrived, Kazunari, who was ready in just his yukata, ordered the boy to undress. The big boy complied with a smile and when he was completely naked fingered his big rod to a full erection. With evident self confidence he asked, "How do you like this one? Tell me what you think of it. Where do you want it?"
Kazunari smiled and said, "Not bad, but... for starters you can get down and suck on my rod to make it nice and wet so that I can fuck your sweet ass." With that he let his yukata glide away from his body and showed the boy his hard member.
"Hey, you're joking! I'm only a top. I don't bottom." the boy said with a self confident snigger.
"Want to bet? And, we will even have an encore!" Kazunari grasped him, and in just one move held the boy firmly under him.
The boy tried to fight him, but Kazunari was stronger and more skilled so that soon the boy understood that he didn't have any say in the matter. Kazunari then so expertly aroused the boy as to completely bend him to his will. Once the teddy boy's ass was penetrated, he completely surrendered. Kazunari slid into him smoothly and with great ease. "So," he said in amusement, "It seems I'm not the first."
"No... but I prefer to be on top."
"And who's your top then since you're taking it so easily?"
The boy didn't answer. Kazunari enjoyed him for a long while. Even though he was no virgin, he did have a nice ass, which Kazunari worked at for his pleasure. He kept the boy thoroughly aroused until they both came. Then while relaxing before the second round, he repeated his question.
The boy that time answered, "My boxing coach. In exchange for my ass, he gives me a young boy that takes my dong in his ass."
"In a threesome?"
"Right."
"And you are in the middle?"
Amused, the boy answered, "Yes." while he caressed Kazunari's member that was once again on the rise. Then asked: "Do you really want an encore?"
"Very much so. I enjoyed you."
"If I only had known it would have ended up this way, I could have at least brought a chick with me. You obviously don't get fucked. Right?"
"Right! But, I am sure that with the money my man gave you, you will be able to buy yourself a couple, or even more, chicks if you want them." said Kazunari as he set about fucking the boy again with renewed desire.
Yes, he really loved to tame those cockerels who played the macho... and the more they pretended to be all man, the more he enjoyed completely subduing them.
Kazunari hadn't wanted anybody with him and he had been right. Nakamura was impressed when the young man arrived all alone. He never raised his voice nor made any threats. Nakamura could be convinced in less than forty-six minutes of "amiable" conversation. Kazunari didn't even need to show the man the truck filled with explosives in the underground parking lot.
And, now Kazunari was coming out of the president's office on the twenty-seventh floor of the building with the signed contract in his pocket. His men were waiting for him in the hall, but Kazunari decided he wanted to go up to the roof garden to admire the panorama. He had heard it was breathtaking and hadn't had an occasion to see it before. He took the cellular telephone from his pocket and called Soda on the ground floor:
"I'm done. I'm going upstairs to see the view, then I'll come down."
"Do you want us to come up?"
"No."
In the centre of the last floor there was a bar surrounded by a roof garden and a glass wall enclosed it on all four sides all around the building's perimeter. The panorama was really breathtaking. This skyscraper was the tallest in the town and it dominated the town that his family dominated -- almost uncontested after the last war with the Oshima Yakuza family. According to his mother the Oshima were to be eliminated, but not with an umpteenth war as Tomoya would have done. It was sufficient to simply erode the small territory they dominated. This move with the Matsuda reduced greatly Oshima's opportunities and Kazunari was very pleased with that thought.
He never drew back, but, like his mother he preferred discreet and elegant means without useless slaughter and violence, even though the last war five years before had been provoked in reality by him. Unwittingly, or to better state it -- without foreseeing that a banal accident could stir up a chain reaction like it had. Only his mother's temerity had succeeded in ending that war.
Kazunari emitted a light sigh and decided to go downstairs. He quietly went towards the elevators and waited in front of the one in the middle which the light indicated as the next available elevator... Young families, tourists, people like him who wanted to admire the panorama, came out of the elevator, and then... "him".
He immediately recognized him. It was the boy who had emerged from the placid waves less than twenty-four hours before. Now he was wearing soft water-green trousers and a straw-coloured shirt that concealed the shape of his perfect body, but the serene clean-cut face was unmistakably his, even though he wore sunglasses. The boy was about to pass in front of him and Kazunari thought that it would be enough to hold out his hand and just touch him. He felt a terribly strong, all consuming desire -- a yearning -- a violent and irrational compulsion -- to embrace and kiss him there in full view of everyone.
Jun was just passing in front of Kazunari and looking at the view through the glass walls when pandemonium occurred. A sudden, very strong earthquake shock. Screams of panic and the sounds of shattering glasses and bottles which were falling from the bar exploding on the floor filled the air. Kazunari saw the boy turn pale and instinctively hurl himself toward the still open elevator. The shake, or rather the continuous set of shakes, strongly continued. Kazunari ran the few steps now separating them and grabbed Jun from behind. People were running and staggering about like a herd of mad little mice. Kazunari propelled Jun against a concrete pillar, "It's safer here," he said.
With a terrified expression in his eyes, the young boy tried to wriggle away, but Kazunari held him firmly in his arms. He kept the boy's legs still with his own, and then they toppled to the floor.
"Quiet, quiet... it's nearly over." Kazunari said.
As the realization that the earthquake was over sank in, Kazunari had time to notice that he had a vigorous erection, undoubtedly caused by the contact of the embrace in which he held the panicked boy, that was now pushing against the boy, not quite against his will. Awkwardly he released the boy and they rose. He heard a sharp shattering noise coming from under his shoe; he had stepped on, and broken, the boy's glasses. He bent to retrieve them:
"Oh, I am so sorry! Please forgive me! I have broken your glasses."
"That's of small consequence, considering..."
"You should never enter an elevator during an earthquake. It is the most dangerous place to be" Kazunari was embarrassed and to justify himself he held out his hand which was holding the boy's broken glasses.
"I know, but I wasn't thinking reasonably at that moment." the boy said in a low embarrassed voice.
"I broke your glasses. I'll buy you new ones."
"It's not your fault, really, it doesn't matter. Thank you."
"No, no, I want to buy them. Do you have time now? We can go together and look for an optician."
"Really, you don't have to worry." the boy insisted.
"Let's go." the young man resolutely replied taking his arm and driving him to the elevator.
"Will the elevator be safe, now?" Jun asked with a doubtful smile. "I think so, anyway we can't remain up here forever, can we."
In the hallway Soda was about to approach him. Kazunari made him understand with a look that he didn't want to have him in his way, and went to the street with Jun. Soda nodded to the others, and with discretion followed his boss and the boy without losing sight of him and without being obvious.
"We didn't even introduce ourselves. I am Yamaguchi Kazunari." he said smiling.
"Yes, and I am Takeda Jun. How do you do."
"Do you work? No, you must be a student. Right?"
"First year at the University -- Literature."
"Do you like it?"
"Very much."
"Oh, here is an opticians. Let's go in."
"This one too elegant. It must be an expensive shop."
"Of course, I'm paying. So don't worry."
"I'm sorry to give you so much trouble..." the boy said doubtfully, but followed him into the shop.
"Choose the model you like best, and don't worry about the price. I can afford to buy the entire shop if I want," Kazunari said in a playful tone.
Soda and the others were outside of the shop looking like window shoppers seriously admiring the several glasses styles displayed in the shop windows.
Kazunari looked at the boy with interest, curiosity and a growing desire. Destiny had thrown him literally in his arms. Would he be able to not let him slip out of his life now?
"This style suits you nicely." he said to Jun.
"They are very beautiful..."
"Then, this one... with the best lenses. When will they be ready?" he asked the salesman as he handed him the frame.
"Tomorrow at six, sir?"
"Very good. What time do you close?"
"At eight p.m., sir."
"Good. We'll be here shortly before eight... Is that ok to you, Jun?"
"I can be here myself, Mister Yamaguchi. Thank you"
"No, we will come together." Kazunari said and went to the register with his credit card.
As they were leaving, Kazunari said to Jun, "Call me by my first name or I will feel like an old man..."
"Thank you, but an old man? How old are you? Twenty four?"
"Twenty five. And you... nineteen? Right?"
"Yes. We aren't so far apart in age, are we?" Jun said with a nice smile.
Kazunari felt himself melting inside. He loved that smile and would have liked to have had it all for himself. "Can I offer you something? Do you feel like going in a coffee shop to spend some more time together?"
"With pleasure... But aren't you busy?"
"No, I just settled a good business deal and I want to celebrate - with you. Come on, let's go to my car."
He drove to an elegant bar belonging to one of the men in his family in the hills just outside of town. Along the short trip they made small talk. Soda with the others in the car following them emitted a relieved sigh: They were in safe territory. Soda had immediately recognized the boy and understood that his boss was cruising the boy.
"The one from yesterday wasn't enough..." he whispered shaking his head.
The man near him asked: "What, Soda?"
"Nothing, nothing. Keep driving."
Kazunari was received at the bar with extreme courtesy and respect. He asked for the private lounge on the second floor and took Jun in there.