"Why?" Ben asked.
"If he knew, I don't think he'd act normally with his brother. Also Saburo doesn't know about Jiro and the others. No, the best thing is exactly the 'family reunion' as we call it."
"You really are a director, Naoki-san. Well, you will have all my support. Just tell me what I have to do and how I should do it."
"Thank you Ben. And as we are in some ways part of the same family, why not to stop the formalities and just call each other by name?"
"Thank you Naoki. With pleasure."
"And for your visa, I'll do something, don't worry. But also, don't tell Jiro about this, for the moment."
"All right."
So, Naoki fixed the day for the reunion. He told Saburo that on the Wednesday two weeks later, he wanted to organize a party and invited some of his most dearest friends, all gay, to officially introduce Saburo as his lover. The boy was happy, and accepted. The party was to be held in the late afternoon, a little before supper time. Then they would have the meal together.
"How many people will you invite?"
"Six, that is three couples like us."
"It will be nice, then." the boy merrily said.
Naoki called Takeshi, Sanma and Ben, confirming the day and time of the reunion. As they agreed, each of them invited his lover, without saying who had invited them, but just that a couple of gay friends had invited them for supper. All the three boys, unaware, accepted to meet that gay couple.
When the momentous evening came, as planned in detail, Ben and Jiro arrived at Naoki's villa first. None of the three brothers ever went to Naoki place, so Jiro, when Ben rang the doorbell, didn't have the faintest suspicion. Naoki went to open the door, together with Saburo. When the two brothers saw each other, for a moment each looked at each other with unbelieving expression, then at once both understood.
"You and Ben..." Saburo asked, looking at them amazed.
"And he... he is Naoki? The director?" Jiro asked looking the man standing behind his brother.
"Yes, Jiro. I'm pleased to have you here. Please, come in." Naoki answered with a smile.
The two guests entered and Jiro and Saburo started to talk with each other, astonished but happy at the same time.
"You, too, Jiro!"
"I guessed about you and Naoki, but I wasn't at all sure."
"And you, when?"
"With Ben, almost a year. But I was sixteen the first time that I... and you?"
"I was just fourteen, but Naoki has been my real first and only man, from when I am sixteen."
"Four years you've been together! That's wonderful. And I didn't suspect anything at all!" Jiro said, and the two boys told each other everything about themselves.
The door bell rang again. Naoki went to open it, alone. As planned, there were Sanma and Yukio.
"Ah, welcome Sanma, please, come in. And this is Yukio, your boyfriend, right?"
"Yes, he is Yukio..."
"How do you do, Yukio. Come with me, so you can meet the others..." Naoki said.
Yukio thought it was somewhat strange that the host didn't introduce himself, but went with the man in the reception rooms, followed by Sanma. When Yukio entered in the room where Saburo and Jiro were, the boy looked astounded at his brothers, then turned toward Sanma and whispered, tense: "But, you told me that... you means that they too..." and turned again towards his brothers, red as a ripe tomato.
When the two other boys saw their brother, they looked at each other hard, and then Jiro said: "Yukio, don't tell me that you too... you too are... and that he is your man!"
"I... you..." Yukio stammered in confusion.
"He is Ben, my lover. And he is Naoki, our host, and Saburo's lover, too." Jiro said with an amused smile, looking at the bewildered expression of his little brother.
"Naoki, the director?" Yukio asked, still astounded.
"Yes, and now just Kazuya would be missing... oh no, Naoki, don't tell me that the couple still missing is... is - of course! - Kazuya and his lover, too!" Saburo exclaimed looking at Naoki with wide, delightedly surprised eyes.
Naoki, Sanma, and Ben burst out in laughter and all of the three brothers understood that it was exactly so.
"But how is it that... in short, we brothers didn't guess... how did you understand?" Jiro asked to Ben.
"The world is small. And when we understood it, we thought you, too, had to know about each other, right?" Ben answered with a wide smile.
Yukio, slightly tense, asked to Sanma: "Why you didn't tell me, if you knew?"
"Because we agreed to have you meet this way. I gave my word to the others."
"Are they more important to you than me?" Yukio asked him with a low voice, harshly.
"Yukio, he told you he was taking you here." Saburo gently intervened, "Don't make that face, come on! I am really glad to know that you too... Are you happy with... what's your man's name?"
"Sanma. Yes, of course, I'm happy with him..."
"How long have you been together?"
"Two years." the boy said, slightly blushing.
"He is your first man, then, I guess..." Jiro said putting his hand on Yukio's shoulder, with affection.
"Yes..." Yukio answered, still a little tense.
"Welcome, then, little brother. And now we have just to wait for Kazuya. He is the one missing, right?" Jiro asked Naoki.
"Yes, he will arrive very soon."
"And who is his man?" Saburo asked.
"You all know him." Naoki said, enigmatically.
"We three know him? Who is he?" Jiro asked widening his eyes and looking at Ben with a questioning expression.
Naoki answered instead of Ben: "You will all know in a short while."
While the three brothers were animatedly talking among themselves, cheerfully and excitedly, and Yukio was clearing up, the door bell rung again. Naoki asked Ben to go to open the door: "You are the only one that Kazuya never saw." he explained.
They heard Ben opening the door and doing the honours of the house. Saburo went near Naoki, and Yukio near Sanma, holding his hand to make him understand that he forgave him, when Ben opened the door and Kazuya entered. As soon as he saw his brothers, he stopped, turning pale and, looking towards Takeshi, he said, hard: "What's the story? What are they doing here? What's happening here?"
Jiro went toward his brother: "Kazuya, come in. We're waiting for you. I think we have several thing to tell each other... Hi, Takeshi."
"You know each other? How's that?" Kazuya asked to Takeshi, with a more and more dark face.
"We'll explain everything to you... Hi Takeshi..." Saburo said.
"Hi Takeshi..." then Yukio said, slightly blushing.
"Well, what... why did you bring me here?" Kazuya asked, always looking at Takeshi very hard.
"Would you please let us brothers be alone for a while?" Jiro then asked the others.
"NO. Before I want to know from Takeshi what he is hoping to do, to obtain by this."
"Kazuya, it is me, not Takeshi, who organized this meeting." Naoki then said, trying to rescue his friend who didn't know where to start.
"And I bet you also told all of them that I am a boy-san, right?" Kazuya shouted to Takeshi, taking him by his jacket lapels and shaking him, almost with hate.
"No, no..." the man finally murmured.
"A boy-san? What is a boy-san?" Yukio asked, hit more by the tone of his brother than by the word he didn't know.
"A boy-san?" Jiro, who knew the meaning of this word, asked to his elder brother.
Then Kazuya understood that Takeshi didn't tell them and bit his lips.
"What does it mean that you are a boy-san?" Jiro asked again, looking Kazuya in his eyes.
Kazuya abruptly sat on a chair, hollow; all his rage vanished in an instant when he understood that he had betrayed himself, and bent over and buried his face in his hands.
Saburo asked Jiro: "But, what does it mean that he is a boy-san?"
Jiro looked at Kazuya: "Were you serious?" Then, his eyes like lightened by a painful understanding flash, with a sorrowful voice, he asked: "For us? You did that - for us? Answer me, did you that for us? Your work in a club, at night. Did you that so we didn't miss anything? Answer me, please."
Kazuya shook his head and a sob escaped from his hands closed on his face. Jiro felt his head spinning. He knelt in front of his brother and took his wrists, trying to uncover his face, and said, "Look at me, Kazuya. Look at me. Why are you hiding? You did that for us three. We lived all those years of that... of that huge sacrifice? You did it for us, right?"
"I was not able to earn enough money, in other ways." Kazuya sobbed, shaken by his crying.
Jiro, stayed kneeling before him, embracing him. Then turning toward his brothers, Jiro said, his voice broken with emotion: "Down, kneel! Kneel before your elder brother. Kneel down - we have to beg him for forgiveness!"
Saburo and Yukio couldn't understand, but Jiro voice was so sorrowful, imperious, almost desperate, that by instinct they obeyed at once.
"Kazuya, forgive us!" Jiro said, crying.
"I forgive you? For what?" Kazuya sobbed and, sliding on his knee he too, said: "How can I look you in the eyes, now? What can I do? I didn't want you to know that I... I'm so ashamed..."
"What are you ashamed of, Kazuya?" Naoki asked, moved, "You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed for. On the contrary, your brothers have to be grateful to you forever for the incredible sacrifice you made for them. That's why I decided on this meeting, of all you four Omura brothers and the four man who are in love with you, and who admire and think so very highly of you, Kazuya. Don't you understand? We are a single, great family, now! You are no longer alone..."
Yukio asked with a troubled voice: "But what did he do? What means boy-san? Would someone, please, explain this to me?"
Jiro bent toward Kazuya and, embracing him, asked in a whisper: "Do you want me to explain to Yukio and Saburo?"
"No!" Kazuya almost shouted, then in a sob added: "I don't know... Yes, possibly... by now..."
"Saburo, Yukio. Do you remember when Kazuya was killing himself with those two jobs, for us? When we were in that small and dark apartment? Then, Kazuya found a new job, not so hard as the others, and allowing him to earn so much more money..."
"Yes, in the nightclub for rich people." Yukio said.
"Well, it was not exactly a night club for rich people. Kazuya, to do so that we didn't miss anything, to send us in the best expensive schools - he went to work in a kind of bar where... where people wanting to find a boy for... to spend some time together... go there, choose a boy, and pays... and that boy has to... to go in bed with that guy, whether he likes or not... And meanwhile, we three had enjoyed our lives, had found our lovers... at that price! Do you understand now, Saburo and Yukio, why we have to beg him for forgiveness? We were happy and spoiled... at what price? Oh, Kazu! If we just knew... if we just knew!"
"But I... I am gay and... it wasn't so hard - it was even good, sometimes." Kazuya sobbed.
"But you wanted to stop, now, and you think that you couldn't. Right?" Naoki then asked him.
"Why he couldn't stop?" Saburo asked rising his head and looking at his man.
"Because..." Naoki started to say.
"No, please, stop it..." Kazuya implored.
"No, Kazu, I now want to know everything, really everything, so you tell us, or they will." Saburo said decidedly, then, with a hard voice, added: "And you, Takeshi, you are his lover, right? You did know what he was doing for us, right? You knew what work he was doing and you, his lover, did nothing for him? It is not also you who have to beg him forgiveness?"
"No, he didn't want me to continue, he begged me... but I could not stop, not even for the love I have for him. He has no fault in this; indeed, he really loves me, and I love him, but..."
"You couldn't stop for us, isn't it?" Yukio asked embracing his elder brother and squeezing him against his chest. "For us? But we... I rather look for a work, stop studying, but you... you cannot continue that life if you want to stop. You have a right to your own life, to happiness with your lover! You've already renounced to your studies for us, but this... this is too much... I cannot accept it. And they also cannot, I'm sure."
"It is so, certainly..." Saburo said determinedly, "I too feel this way. I also would rather look for a job. I don't care about becoming an actor if you have to renounce to your happiness."
"No, you have to end your studies, please. You cannot throw away all those years. You can't do that, please!" Kazuya sobbed.
Then, Naoki intervened again: "Nobody needs to renounce anything. You are no longer alone - here we are! Jiro in a short while will graduate from the university, and I'm sure he can find a very good job, so he and Ben will have no problems. About Saburo, I will take care of him; he will continue his drama school, and meanwhile continue to work on TV. He will lack nothing with me. And Sanma can take care of Yukio, and anyway we too will help them. And you, Kazuya, you can finally open the bookshop you were dreaming about; with your savings and Takeshi's help. Nobody has to renounce anything, if we help each other. If we really do all became a great family."
"I completely failed..."
"But how? You didn't fail at all. You raised three splendid boys, in these six, seven years. You must be proud of yourself." Ben said with conviction, "Without you, they would not be what they are. The time has come you think of yourself, Kazuya. I know you only through Jiro, but I have huge esteem for you, and even more when I knew the sacrifice you made for my Jiro. You raised him, giving him sound values, beside food, shelter, and education; and you made of him the splendid person I love. Jiro admires you, and I too."
"Yes, Kazuya. The same is true for me." Sanma said, "Yuki loves you, and I too, through him, learned to love you and I'm happy to know you and that I can tell you how much I esteem you. Naoki is right - now we are a big family, we will all help each other. And if we are a great family, we owe that to you, never forget that. I still don't know you well, but I feel I love you..."
"Kazuya..." Takeshi said with a low voice, crouching on the floor near his boy. Jiro and his brothers withdrew to let them together. Takeshi embraced Kazuya and started to rock him, caressing him. "Kazu, we all love you, and I adore you. We all esteem you, and I admire you. From now on, we can start a new life, if you want. We can became a real family, whose focus is you. And we can at last love each other without problems, you and I. Please, Kazu, please... and not just for the two of us. Allow us all to give you our love, accept what we all can do for you. You did so much for all of us, in a thousand different ways."
"Ok, Takeshi... I feel so lost!"
"Why is that? We all are here, and we all love you. Don't you understand that life is starting to smile again upon you?"
"To smile?" Kazuya asked, moaning.
"Yes to smile on you, if only you will try to smile back at your life. And now, you can do it..."
"Kazu, do you love your Yuki?" his little brother then asked him.
"You can ask me that? Surely, you always are deep in my heart." Kazuya said sorrowful, not having the courage to look at him.
"And you know that I always adored you? Do you know it?"
"Yes..."
"Well, if there was a more beautiful, strong word than to adore, I will, from now on, use it to tell you what I feel for you... Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you? I don't want to look at you here on the floor, crying. Stand up, Kazu, and be as always our elder brother, that we admire, that we follow. Make us once again an example of yourself - let us see how life is to be faced with courage and a smile. Do you remember, when I was a child, how many times did you say that to me? Let me see now that you were not lying. Stand up, I beg you!"
Takeshi gently forced Kazuya to stand up. The boy, for the first time, looked his at brothers in their eyes. Takeshi withdrew a little. Then the three boys circled their Kazuya, and the four brothers embraced tight in a single embrace, and they all quietly cried, while their men, moved to the deepest, looked at them, each feeling proud of his lover.
After a while, Kazuya whispered to his brothers: "I would like to embrace also Takeshi. I made him suffer so much, he had to endure so much, being in love with me. Would you forgive me, Take?"
They embraced and kissed. So the other three boys went each to the side of his love. Saburo, after a while, trying to control the emotion that closed his throat, said: "Kazu, supper is ready, can we go in the dining-room?"
"Yes. And during the meal, we will talk about our new, greater family." Kazuya said with a faint smile.
"Surely we shall, Kazu!" Yukio said merrily, leaning against Sanma, "I'm so happy that we can finally live, each of us, our love without needing any more to hide from each other. And we owe that to Naoki. Today is really a great day, one to mark on the calendar!"
They went in to eat, sitting around the table in couples. Kazuya was still shaken, but he was recovering his spirits, little by little. At times he sketched a shy smile towards Takeshi or one of his brothers. Naoki resumed the talk about the future and profited by this occasion to ask Ben if he'd accept a full-time job on TV, for the international News. Benjamin answered that he was more than happy, and looked radiantly at Jiro, who squeezed his hand.
"So, you really want to live here in Japan? With me?"
"Of course. I don't want to leave you, and you know it!"
"Well, listen," Naoki continued, "if Saburo comes to live here with me, and Kazuya goes to live at Takeshi's house, Ben and Sanma can go to live in the house of Fujimicho with Jiro and Yukio. There will be more than enough place for the two couples, right?"
"If Kazu agrees, I would like that very much." Jiro said, looking at his elder brother.
"I too would like it a lot..." Yukio added, looking he too to Kazuya, hopefully.
The boy nodded: "If you are happy, it's good for me as well. You, Saburo, do you like coming to live here with Naoki?"
"It's years that I've dreamed of that, Kazu. I would be really happy. And you?"
"I... if Take wants me with him..."
"Naturally I want you, Kazu! You really want to come to live with me? I would be more than happy!"
"Suddenly. Suddenly all changes. To discover that my brothers are gay as I am, that they all have lovers. That I can really stop to... That I can at last say to myself: you are Takeshi's lover! It seems quite a dream. When can I come to live with you, Take?"
"Even tonight, if you want..."
"I have to call the agency, tell them that I'll stop going in to them to work."
"And tomorrow we will start to look for a place for your bookshop, all right?" Takeshi sweetly said.
"Tomorrow... it really seems a dream..." Kazuya, feeling still dizzy but happy, said.
After the meal, while they were drinking, they chatted about a thousand things and mainly the Omura boys told each other their individual stories. Then at a certain time, they all bade each other goodbye and parted. Naoki asked all them to meet again soon, all together, at his place, or at Takeshi's, or at Jiro's and Yukio's place. When they remained alone, Saburo said to Naoki:
"You have been splendid, with this idea to gather all us and fix everything. I adore you, Naoki!"
"Show me, then." the man said with a cunning but gentle smile at the same time.
Saburo went to sit on his lap and, kissing him, started to unbutton the man's shirt. Also Naoki started to pull off the clothes from the top of Saburo's trousers, caressing him all over his body.
"My little boy became a man... you are more and more beautiful, you know? I love you madly!"
"Do you remember our first time? With the pretext of teaching me to wear a fundoshi, you corrupted me, didn't you?"
"But you made me corrupt you more than readily, isn't that so?"
"Of course! A man as fascinating as you... And a tool so beautiful as this... you just put on it my hand, in this way... hard as it is now."
"Do you want it?" Naoki asked him, caressing Saburo's ass through his trousers.
"Surely I want it! You know how much I like it, don't you?"
"Then, take it. It is all yours."
"Just a moment..." Saburo said standing up and rapidly pulling off his trousers and underpants, while Naoki also undressed himself. Saburo looked between his man's legs with desire - the beautiful, hard rod: "Here I am, I'm ready, Naoki." the boy said sitting again on the man's lap, keeping the rod straight up with his hand, and lowering himself onto it so that it penetrated deep inside him. "Oh, my love, how big and hard it is tonight! Aaaahhh.... aahhh... it's great...."
"I love you. And also yours seems bigger and harder than ever... Why are you so excited?"
"It is the idea that my brothers know that we are lovers, that gives more zest to what we are doing. Not hiding, at last. I can live with you, and I know that Kazuya not only approves, but is happy for me. Do you think he too is making love, now?"
"I really do think so. And also Jiro and Yukio, I'm sure. You are a really beautiful family, and I like all your brothers very much indeed."
"More than me?"
"Don't be silly!" Naoki said. Saburo girdled his neck with his arms and started to gently spring up and down with his body. Naoki kissed him, caressing his sweet body.
Kazuya was at Takeshi's home, naked on his bed, in his arms. They were not making love; they were just gently caressing each other, whispering and clinging to each other's body.
"Do you love me, Kazu?"
"Yes, I love you. And finally I can be yours, only yours, all yours."
"I am so happy."
"I too. I feel as if I was born again. Can I ask you something, a pleasure for me?"
"Ask me."
"Will you take me to the spa where we made love the first time? I would like to start again from there. From the sun rising on the mount Fuji and kissing our bodies."
"Now it is too late, they would not accept us. But tomorrow morning I will book the best room they have and tomorrow evening I'll take you there."
"Then... will you regret if tonight we don't make love?"
"No, not at all."
"But we can fall asleep in this way, isn't it? While you keep me tight against you, all right?"
"Surely, my love."
"It isn't too hard, for you?"
"No, don't worry. I love holding you like this, and to know that now, all the nights from now on will be ours."
"And only ours at last. I have been so lucky to have met you. That it was you who won me, that time."
"Yes, I too am very, very lucky."
Yukio, on all fours, was enjoying Sanma who was riding him with his usual vigour. The boy liked his little man with his virile, firm body very much, and the pleasure with which Sanma was joyfully hammering inside him. And he liked also to think that Sanma took his cherry right in this room, while Jiro and Saburo were at school, and in secret from Kazuya who was sleeping not so far away. It had been terribly exciting. Now, on the other hand, he could do it without hiding, and possibly in the other room also Jiro was making love with his beautiful foreign lover. This thought also was really exciting.
Sanma came quite suddenly, shuddering in all through his body and pounding inside him with his powerful tool erupting boiling lava. Yukio liked feeling his man shudder, enjoying him and in him with the usual intensity, slightly moaned with pleasure. Then Sanma slipped out of him, and lay down, under him, and started to suck his young, hard rod, pressing him between his lips and giving vigorous strokes upward, towards Yukio's pubes, milking him almost like a sucking calf, wanting to be able at last to drink the tasty male milk that soon this boy would give him. And when Yuki emptied himself in him, Sanma drank in great, greedy draughts. Then Sanma turned around, pulled the still quivering body of his young lover to himself, and tenderly wrapped him with his arms and legs, rocking and kissing him.
"Oh, Yukio, how much do I love you!"
"I too do, beloved. Are you happy to live here with me?"
"Yes, so we can make love at any time, day or night, and without having always to be on guard!"
"I also have to study, remember!"
"Sure, you have to study. For Kazuya, for me, and for yourself. Did you already decide what you intend to do after high school?"
"I was thinking to be a medical student."
"Really? That will be good! So I can work with you, for you. But they are hard studies..."
"I'm not afraid. Hey, but it is hard again!"
"I desire you again..." Sanma said, almost shyly, caressing him.
"What are you waiting for, then?" Yukio said, happy and ready.
In the other room, Jiro and Ben were intertwined, intent on making love. After sucking each other full of desire, Ben lay down offering himself to his lover. Jiro leaned against him and took him with tender vigour.
"How great it is feeling you inside me, Jiro! You are indeed a beautiful thoroughbred colt in heat! Do you like my little ass?"
"I like everything about you. And I like looking at you while we are making love. You become so beautiful..."
"Just when we make love, I'm beautiful?"
"No, always. But in these moments..."
"You too are very beautiful, while you take me..."
Jiro lowered to kiss him, while he moved his pelvis so that both his erection and that of his lover remained well awake, but postponing the moment of their orgasm. Then he started again to move inside him in slow thrusts, accelerating as his excitation mounted higher and higher.
"Yes, that way, Jiro... Let me feel that I am yours..."
"So? Do you feel it?"
"Oh, yes... how beautiful... how great... No, don't slow down... cum in me... anyway, we have all night and we can start again, later... Cum, go on... go on..."
Jiro, continuing to take his lover and keeping him tight to himself, did so that his groin was brushing against Ben's member, trying to make him cum at the same time with him. And finally, when he felt that his Ben was really near to his orgasm, he stopped to control himself and the two lovers reached their orgasms at the same time, deeply kissing each other.
Kazuya soon found his serenity. He opened the bookshop he did dream for so many years. Ben got, thanks to Naoki, the work visa and, abandoning the University, went to work at the TV network. Also Jiro had found a very good job so that, together with Sanma and Ben, they paid the University tuition for Yukio, who continued to get very good marks in all his subjects.
Very often, all eight met. During one of their "family reunions", while Kazuya was looking with real pride at his three brothers, Takeshi took him in a gentle embrace.
"You see, everybody is happy, and all owe that to you, do you now realize it? You can be really proud of yourself, can't you? And you've made me happy, and your brothers, and Naoki, Ben and Sanma, too. We all owe you a lot. Or rather, we owe you everything."
"And I... I owe you this happiness. I love you Take, and I don't know if I can be able ever show you how much I love you!"
"It is enough to look at you, my love, to see it."