Leaving the tub, they dried themselves off and went back to Hiroshi's room.
There, the senior embraced Jiro protectively and said, "Jiro, from now on you'll have nothing more to fear; I'll protect you. I swear that nobody will ever again make the slightest prank against you. Nobody."
"Why... why are you taking so much trouble for me?"
"Because... because I like you, and want to be your friend."
"Thank you."
Hiroshi lightly caressed Jiro's cheek, then his shoulders. Jiro shivered gently.
"Does this bother you?" Hiroshi whispered.
"No, I like it."
"I like doing it, too." Hiroshi said and, trying to hide his growing erection, crossed his legs and said, "Perhaps, we should get dressed, now."
"No, not yet, please. Hold me a little more like this; I like it."
"Yes, but..."
"And you can caress me...more, please"
"I don't want you to think that... I didn't take you here for..." the senior said, somewhat embarrassed.
"I know. But, even if you wanted... You are different from those others...the boys who..."
"Do you understand what you are saying?" Hiroshi asked, moved, beginning to caress Jiro's smooth shoulder and chest.
"Yes. I saw you are aroused. And I think it would be different with you. It could be good." Jiro said, blushing, but with a soft smile, nevertheless.
"Did you ever do it with another boy?"
"No, never... just...then..."
"Before... that doesn't count. I like you very much, I noticed you a long time ago, did you know that? But I don't want you to think I helped you just to..."
"I know, I said. But I like the way you caress me, embrace me. So..."
"Can I kiss you?" Hiroshi asked feeling filled with emotion.
"Of course. You can do everything you like with me. Also... that thing...that the others did." Jiro said and blushed again.
"No. Not today, at least. It hurts you, doesn't it?"
"A little less, after the hot bath."
"But it hurts. And I don't want to hurt you."
"But you can kiss me, if you want." Jiro whispered, looking longingly at Hiroshi's deep, dark eyes.
Hiroshi bent over him and their lips met gently. It was a long, tender, sweet kiss; and meanwhile Hiroshi was lightly caressing Jiro's chest and sides. Jiro closed his eyes and thought that what was now happening to him was very beautiful. After the hateful violence he'd suffered, this gentleness was a balm that healed the wounds inflicted to him by the cruelty and violence of his schoolmates. Yes, he wanted to make love with Hiroshi. By instinct, Jiro lowered his hand between his companion's legs. Hiroshi opened them and Jiro lightly caressed his erection. And Hiroshi did this to Jiro's youthfully erect rod as well.
The senior boy shivered with pleasure and said: "Oh, Jiro, it seems impossible having you here, like this!"
"Are you happy?"
"Very. And you?"
"I too. Will you teach me...more?"
"Teach you? What?"
"Everything. How to make love with you. I never did it before, but I want to, very much, with you."
"Another day, perhaps. Not today. Let's just stay like this, for now"
"All right. But kiss me again, please." Jiro said, continuing to caress his mate's erect member.
Hiroshi took him in his arms, again, pulling the boy close to himself and kissed him again. Jiro leaned against him and his own erection grew more insistent. What was happening to him, Jiro thought to himself, was very beautiful indeed. They remained that way, caressing and kissing each other, for a long while. Also, Hiroshi now caressed Jiro's erection and this also gave the boy great pleasure. That intimate contact was more than simply agreeable. He didn't know that two males could give each other such intense pleasure.
After that, Jiro's situation at school changed radically. First of all, Hiroshi introduced the boy to his own group of friends, and, because Hiroshi was greatly esteemed and highly respected by all, Jiro was also esteemed and respected. The group of classmates who always had persecuted him, were warned off by Hiroshi, and they started to behave more circumspectly with Jiro. But above all, they stopped making him the target of their unpleasant - and unwanted - attentions. Jiro felt as if he was living in a dream.
But even more than all that, when Jiro finished his lessons and went away from school every day he rode on his friend's bike and went to Hiroshi's home with him. Here they were always alone, so they talked, played, lay half-embracing to kiss and caress each other intimately and pleasurably. They hadn't yet really make love; Jiro was waiting for Hiroshi to ask him.
Hiroshi was eighteen and he was the youngest son of a famous TV announcer and of a singer. His other brothers had already married and lived elsewhere. His father and mother usually returned home rather late, and always after suppertime. In the morning two housekeepers arrived at the house. One did all the cleaning and laundry, while the other made the needed purchases and prepared the meals for Hiroshi. Then they both went away before lunch, so in the afternoons there was nobody home and the two boys could stay in sweet company without worry.
Hiroshi had, from his early childhood, learned jujitsu and even if he never wanted to participate in championship fights, became very skilled and strong. In High School he played on the baseball team and was one of its best pitchers. Moreover, on Saturdays and Sundays, in his parents' lake-side villa, he did also some riding. He was, in short, an all around athlete.
Hiroshi told Jiro that he discovered he was gay when he was thirteen and fell in love with a young actor who was a guest of his parents at their lake-side villa. Feeling in love, and clearly understanding what that meant, one night he slipped inside the guest's room and lay near him without waking him up. The young actor was just wearing his underpants, and was sleeping uncovered. Hiroshi caressed the actor's member through his underpants, and when the young man became aroused, and woke up, Hiroshi told him that he wanted to make love. The young man said no and told him to return to his room, but Hiroshi was determined, and insisted so much that the actor, who was also gay (though secretly so), finally surrendered and made love with him, teaching him the ways two men can unite with each other.
"And you, Hiroshi - when will you make love to me?" Jiro eventually asked, shy but eager, nevertheless.
"You really want me to?"
"Of course I want you to!" I'm in love with you, too, you know."
"After what they did to you..."
"But you're different. I want to be taken by you. Really. And it doesn't hurt any more, now, so you don't have to worry. And I want so much to become really yours..."
"I want so much to make you mine, Jiro." Hiroshi whispered.
"Undress me, then, and make love to me, please." the boy said gently, looking at him trustfully and smiling all the while.
"All right. But you undress me, too." Hiroshi said, moved by the boyish smile, and started undressing him.
As they slowly undressed each other, they kissed, and caressed each other's body all over. And when Hiroshi took his friend's member between his lips, Jiro shivered with pleasure and, thinking it was so beautiful, wanted to give the same pleasures to his friend. So he turned around until he reached Hiroshi's beautiful member, throbbing straight and hard between his thighs. He started to lick, to kiss, and to suck it like Hiroshi was doing to him. The two boys, united in a gentle but hot sixty-nine, enjoyed the one the excitation of the other. Jiro was really excited and suddenly felt he vas near to cumming. He then tried to pull away from his friend's mouth, but Hiroshi, who was aware of the Jiro's imminent explosion, held him tight and, while Jiro was unloading, trembling all over, prey to really intense pleasure, Hiroshi drank all of Jiro's exploding love juice.
"Oh, Hiroshi, forgive me... I didn't want..." Jiro murmured confused and ashamed.
"Why? I wanted it, I wanted to enjoy your taste." his lover answered, caressing him.
"You mean... it is good?" the boy asked, amazed.
"Certainly it is. It is your taste, the taste of the boy I love."
"Then, I too want to drink from you!" Jiro said with enthusiasm, bending to take his friend's member back into his mouth, quite determined to bring him to orgasm inside his mouth.
Hiroshi let him continue, caressing him until he too reached his orgasm and emptied himself inside his friend's eager mouth. Jiro drank in great gulps.
"It's a strange taste, but it's good, too. It is the taste of you, my Hiroshi, and I like it." Jiro murmured quietly, caressing his friend's gradually softening member.
"You really liked it?"
"I couldn't not like it, because I love you." Jiro said tenderly.
"I too love you, my Jiro." Hiroshi said with a gentle smile.
"But when will you make me yours?" Jiro asked softly.
"Soon, beloved - very soon. And you, too, will take me again and again."
"I? But you are my elder, therefore..."
"When two love each other, there is no an elder or younger. And we love each other, right?"
"Oh, yes. And it is truly beautiful to be in love."
Hiroshi, sitting up on the futon, made Jiro sit between his legs and embraced him, kissing him gently: "It is beautiful being like this, naked together, right Jiro? I love it. And I love you, too."
"Yes it's great. I would like to be like this always."
"You are so handsome, Jiro."
"And you are beautiful. I love you so much!"
The two boys, locked in each other's embrace, chatted about many things, caressing each other and from time to time kissing each other eagerly. Until the time for Jiro to go home came. Then they dressed and Hiroshi took him back to the apartment on his bike, leaving him at the crossway and Jiro ran all the rest of the way home, elated. He immediately started to prepare dinner for his brothers, woke up Kazuya then, when his elder brother went to work, washed the dishes and started to do his homework for school, minding his little brothers and helping them with their own school work until it was time to go to bed.
At times he asked himself what his brothers would have said if they knew about his relationship with Hiroshi, especially Kazuya. But their love was a too beautiful a thing, and he thought that he wouldn't care if they discovered it and didn't understand it. Still, he thought, it was better they didn't know about it, so as not to create problems. His brothers did perceive that from some time Jiro was more cheerful than usual, but they didn't attribute that to anything in particular, except, perhaps, that his school marks had improve very much.
Finally, the day came when Jiro and Hiroshi were ready to unite with each other completely. Hiroshi, while they were caressing each other, naked on his futon, took a tube of gel and said, "Now I'll spread this gel on your dick."
"Why? What's that?" Jiro asked looking at the tube curiously.
"This will make it easier when you will push it inside me."
"You want me..."
"Yes, I want you to take me. And afterward I'll take you, if you want." Hiroshi said starting to lubricate the boy's straight, hard rod.
Jiro shivered with pleasure. The gel and his friend's caress, gave him a sensation of freshness and warmth at the same time. Then Hiroshi lay on his back, pulled his legs tight against his chest, and offered himself to his friend with an inviting smile. Jiro drew nearer and, guided by Hiroshi, put his glans between his lover's buttocks, onto his delicate hole, and started to push gently inside.
"Push harder, my love, and don't be afraid: you won't hurt me."
Jiro applied more pressure and felt his friend's channel opening to him. He felt great heat, and an intense pleasure while he was slowly sinking inside the tight welcoming channel. He saw the smile on Hiroshi's face widen, and he understood that his friend was feeling a pleasure as strong as his own. He slipped completely inside, and stopped, gently panting.
"Go on..." Hiroshi encouraged him with a wide, encouraging smile; he caressed Jiro's chest and sides. "Now move back and forth, but don't let it slip out. So... good... so... very good. . .go on..."
"That's wonderful! Do you like it?" Jiro said rapturously, moving inside Hiroshi rhythmically.
"Of course! I love being taken by my beautiful Jiro!"
The boy looked at the blissful expression lingering on Hiroshi's face, looked at his handsome body, strong and gentle, that was welcoming him, and felt intense joy. He had never felt so excited before. The friction of his member on his lover's rectal walls, resilient, hot, close-fitting as a glove, gave him remarkably intense sensations, accentuated by the expression of enjoyment that shone in Hiroshi's eyes. Now they were united; they were really one...
The emotion was so intense that Jiro reached his own orgasm very quickly and, by instinct, he pushed in more deeply, while his body contracted at each jet of his love juice into the welcoming depths. Jiro moaned aloud, prey to pleasure, while Hiroshi embraced him tightly and kissed him deeply on his mouth.
"Oh, Hiroshi, how wonderful it is! Take me, now: hurry up! I really want to feel all of you inside me!"
"Lie down, this way." Hiroshi said guiding him with tender care and swapping positions with him on the futon. He lubricated his member then, prudently, he spread some of the gel on Jiro's hole as well. Then he lightly tested it with his finger. "Does it hurt you?" he asked anxiously.
"No, on the contrary..." Jiro answered delightedly.
"And now?" Hiroshi hesitantly asked, pushing his finger, slowly, all the way inside his boyfriend's hole and wiggling it gently.
"No, it's great! Don't be afraid of hurting me, Hiroshi. I want you all inside me, just like you had me. Take me, Hiroshi, please! Make me yours completely. I want to feel all of you inside me!"
Hiroshi put his friend's legs onto his shoulders and applied the tip of his strong, hard member on the little palpitating hole. Then he started to apply a slowly increasing pressure, until he felt the boy's tiny hole palpitating to receive him into its depths. Hiroshi was sweating in his efforts to control the pressure and not hurt his beloved companion.
"There it is! It is inside..." Jiro sighed, happily. To tell the truth, he was feeling a slight irritating sensation, but the joy of finally welcoming his lover into himself made that small annoyance more than bearable, or, rather, almost pleasurable. "Oh, Hiroshi. it's really great! Push; go on! Oh, how good that is!"
"You really like it?" Hiroshi asked him, still a little worried, as he caressed Jiro's chest and brushed his pink, hard nipples delicately.
"It's so great I could easily die from it! Go on, Hiroshi, go on..." the boy encouraged him, enjoying that sweetest of all invasions as if for the first time.
For a moment Jiro recalled the violence he suffered from his class mates. Hiroshi's member was certainly not smaller than those of his classmates; quite the contrary; and yet he was feeling its presence inside himself as a gentle and pleasurable thing, or to put it better, as the most gentle and pleasurable thing he had ever experienced. The difference was not in the member's size, or in the act itself, but in the way it was done, in the reason it was done. His classmates wanted to rape him, and hurt him. Hiroshi wanted to love him, and was giving him only the strongest pleasure.
Now Hiroshi was moving inside him with vigour and tenderness; he was making Jiro his, and he made the boy feel as if he were in paradise. And as much his mates seemed horrible to him that day, so much now Hiroshi seemed wonderful to him. And each of his lovers' thrusts was chasing away from his flesh, and from his memory, and from his heart, the outrage that he suffered. He felt as if his flesh was Hiroshi's flesh, so intimately was he united to him, and happily his own.
Hiroshi felt more confident, also, seeing the joy in Jiro's face and eyes, and was now taking him with transport and abandon. The two young bodies, totally intertwined, shuddered at the union. Jiro was completely relaxed and enjoyed the joyful series of thrusts with which his beloved was taking him. And when Hiroshi reached the apex of his pleasure, Jiro held him tightly, passionately, enjoying the strong darts of that living flesh imprisoned inside him. "No, don't leave me yet. Stay so, stay inside of me. It's so good!"
"Yes, my Jiro. I love you so much!" Hiroshi murmured, relaxing onto his boy's body, embracing him and kissing him intimately, filled with tender passion.
Little by little, their embraces loosened; but they continued to caress each other, admiring each other's nakedness, each feeling that the other belong him alone. "I am yours completely, my Hiroshi."
"And I'm yours always, Jiro, yours and only yours."
Kazuya's third brother, Saburo, was only fourteen. Like the others, he, too, was very good in his schoolwork. More than anything else, Saburo liked the fine arts, and he would have liked having many of the nice art books he thumbed through in a small bookshop near his school. But art books were very expensive, and he couldn't ask Kazuya for the money to buy them. His elder brother was doing too much already, just to earn enough money for essentials, to let them study and to maintain them all as well. So Saburo contented himself with looking over and over at these books longingly.
Then one day, he was unable to resist. Thinking he hadn't been seen (the shop was empty and the owner was immersed in his accounts), he slipped two of them inside his schoolbag. Then, with his heart pounding in his throat, he strolled casually toward the exit. His head was in a whirl; his temples were throbbing, he was trembling, and he was thoroughly frightened at what he had dared.
He was almost to the door when he was grasped from behind by the bookshop owner! "And just where do you presume to go, huh?" the owner asked him stonily, jerking him back into the shop by his arm.
"Let me go... what do you want..." Saburo whined, becoming pale. His schoolbag slipped from his arms and fell to the floor. It burst open and the two filched artbooks slipped out.
"And these books - how did they get inside your schoolbag? Eh?" the man asked, picking them up, without loosening his hold on the boy. Saburo felt lost and didn't know what to say. "Now you come with me, and I'll call the police."
"Oh no, please... Not the police..."
"Oh yes! Do you really think I would let a thief go free?"
"I..." Saburo said, wounded by that word, but knowing it was true. He had become a thief!
"You, what?" the man asked disgustedly.
"I'm not really a thief...it's just that...well, I don't have the money and I liked them so very much. I know I'm guilty. But... forgive me, please!" he cried, and he prostrated on the floor, trembling.
"You don't really presume to move me to pity in that way, do you?"
"Don't report me. Please. If my brother comes to know about this..."
"I hope he'll make your bones rattle with a good flogging. It is the least you deserve. Give me your documents, now!"
"No..." Saburo pleaded, but the man pushed him inside to the back of the store and began to rummage through his uniform searching for them, until he pulled out Saburo's wallet. He looked inside and pulled out the boy's school identity card. "Please, please..." the boy, terrorized, begged.
"I'll either call your brother or the police. Or even better, your father. I'm surely not going to let you go scot-free as if nothing ever happened."
"My parents are dead. And my brother is killing himself with work to support us. I cannot bring him such grief. Beat me; do me what you want, but don't make my brother know about this, please! I cannot bring him such grief!"
"You should have thought about that before you stole the books," the man said, still very grim and unforgiving.
"I... Tell me how I can be forgiven! Anything... everything you want. I'll come here to work for you after the school for nothing; I'll do the cleaning... anything. Beat me, if you want... what you want, really, but don't call my brother or the police, please!"
A customer entered the shop. The man hastily put the boy's document in his pocket. "Stay here and wait for me. There's a customer. Don't try to flee, either; I have your papers and I can find you any time I want to." Then the man left him, went back into the shop to help the customer.
Saburo remained there, standing still, trembling - his brain in turmoil, frightened out of his wits. That await, enervated him further. The man, after serving the customer, went to the shop door, locked it, and hung a notice on it, "Back soon." He then returned to the back store, and the anguished Saburo.
Saburo, in tears, pulled off his belt and handed it to the man: "Beat me, as much as you want, but don't report me, please, don't make my brother know about this shame." he implored.
The man took the belt and stretched it with his hands, looked at the boy then commanded harshly, "Undress!"
Saburo quickly obeyed, trembling, thinking that soon the storm that he deserved would fall upon his naked flesh.
"Pull off everything, underwear too." the man ordered. Saburo obeyed him silently. The man looked him over carefully from head to toe, then, stretched out his hand, fingered the boy's little ass: "For your punishment, now I'll fuck your ass." he said determinedly.
Saburo trembled even more, but lowered his head and murmured: "As you command, sir. But, you will say nothing to my brother? You'll not report me to the police?"
"Possibly not. If you deserve it." the man said putting away the boy's belt and, slowly opening his trousers, pulled out his soft member: "Lick it and make it hard. Go!" he said pushing on the boy's shoulders to make him kneel on the floor in front of him.
Saburo took that virile member into his hand and began licking and sucking it. "Don't let me feel your teeth, idiot!" the man said sharp and, grasped his hair, shaking the boy's head a back and forth. "Move your tongue. And suck harder!"
Saburo, obeyed fearfully. To be naked in front of this still dressed man made him an inferior, and very much ashamed as well. Moreover, from his friends' remarks, he knew that sucking a cock or taking it in his ass was a shameful thing. But, he thought, it was a thousand times better than to make Kazuya know he stole... He felt the man's rod becoming bigger, turgid, filling his mouth with its hardness, its strength and virility. He also felt the manly acrid smell of the man's pubes. But, oddly enough, that hard consistency throbbing inside his mouth, was also somewhat pleasurable. The initial slight nausea with which he received the virile meat into his mouth, was vanishing. He continued sucking the man for a while, then shop owner had him stand up, raising him almost bodily. Then he made the boy lean over a stack of boxes full of books; he spread Saburo's little buttocks and spat his hole. He moistened his erect fuck-rod with more of his saliva and put its tip directly on the boy's virgin hole.
"If you want me not to report you, you have to take it all without making the slightest sound - you understood?"
"Yes, sir." Saburo said choking back a sob. Tremblingly, he awaited his rapidly approaching conquest.
That push wasn't long in coming, either. Strong, determined, accompanied by fierce shooting pain. Saburo gave a start but didn't let out a single whine. A second strong push and the hard rod entered him more. Hot tears ran down the boy's cheeks as that massive meat stretched his tight virgin rectum, implacably entering him deeper with each probing thrust.
Finally he felt it all inside himself, and then the man started to fuck him energetically, holding him still in his strong hands. Saburo didn't have any intention of escaping that deserved punishment. His body was jolted with each thrust the man's determined loins gave him. Saburo was so filled with shame the he almost didn't feel the pain of that virile penetration.
The man was enjoying the virgin boy-butt. Even if he was married and had children older than Saburo, he had always liked boy. Usually he went to a private club in Shinjuku where he could have a young boy, normally the son of some clandestine immigrant, for a few thousand yen. But this one was younger, virgin, fresh, and, moreover, free. He liked that fuck very much. Very much indeed!
The man enjoyed the boy's tight ass for as long as he could, but at last he came inside him with a few final strong vigorous pushes. Then he slipped out from the boy, wiped his member and put it back in his trousers. Saburo remained in position without moving. The man caressed the just deflowered little ass. "Well, now you can dress again." he said harshly.
Saburo stood up and turned. "Do you promise me you will not tell my brother?" he asked, not bothering to hide his tears of pain and shame.
"Yes, I promise. Get dressed, now."
Saburo obeyed. When he was dressed, the man picked Saburo's schoolbag from the floor and handed it to him, who then asked, "Can I have my documents back, please?"
"Yes, but before I do that, I'll write down your information." the man said. He took a piece of paper and copied the boy's name and address and gave him back his wallet. Then he picked one of the two art books the boy tried to steal and handed it to the boy. "Here, you can have this, since you liked it so much." he said almost gently.
"Really? I can?"
"Yes, you've earned it, now. And the next time you want a book, if you have no money, you know how you can earn it from me without stealing, do you understand?" the man said, hoping to have the boy for his pleasure again. "You have only to come to the desk with the book you want, when there aren't any other customers in the store, and show it to me. We'll go into the back room and... afterwards... the book will be yours. Understood?"
"Yes sir." the boy murmured. The man accompanied him to the door and let him go.
Saburo returned rapidly back home, all the while feeling a dull pain in his recently opened little ass; he had the fine art book in his schoolbag. How could he now explain that book at home? He might say he won it in a school competition. Yes, they would surely believe him. After all, he had been very lucky, even if he was deeply ashamed for what he had to allowed the man to do to him in the back of the store. But, anyway, nobody would ever have to know about it.
For about a month, Saburo didn't pass that bookshop again. He was ashamed just to be seen again by that man. But then, the desire to have another of those fine art books became too strong. After all, he thought, the man was ready, the man told him that... And the book was worth the pain... For a couple of days he almost returned to the shop, but then at the last moment he lost his courage and changed direction. He then decided to go back, and returned the shop. From the opposite side of the street he saw that there where three customers already inside. He waited, tense, nervous, often feeling the temptation to go away, but when he saw the last customer leaving, he crossed the street with his heart in his mouth and entered the shop. The glance and the knowing smile of the owner made him blush. But, determined, he went to the shelf and took the wanted and took it to the counter, handing the book to the owner, without a word.
The man took it, put it in a shopping bag and handed it back to the boy. "You don't have the money, right?"
Saburo shook his head. The man smiled. He put the "Back later" notice on the door, locked it, and then pushed Saburo to the back room of the store.
The boy put down his schoolbag: "Should I be naked?" he asked blushing, his eyes lowered.
"No, it's enough if you just lower your trousers, and lean against the boxes over there," the man answered as he opened his fly.
Saburo complied and put himself in position. He felt the man preparing him like the first time, with his saliva, then he felt him on his body starting to penetrate him. "I like your nice tight ass, Saburo. Why don't you come more often to get a book?" The man's voice was hoarse with desire, as he sank deep inside him with a series of strong thrusts. Then he began to fuck Saburo with intense pleasure.
It was still somewhat painful, but Saburo was just thinking of the books he could get that way. All things considered, why not? The man was about forty, evidently, and rather than punish him, was doubtlessly willing just to enjoy him, and was fucking him with evident pleasure. And the pleasure the man had in taking Saburo, returned a faint sensation of pleasure to the boy, too. After all, it wasn't so bad being fucked, if each time he could earn one of those beautiful books...
The man finally came. He slipped out of Saburo's well-fucked ass and gave a small slap to the boy's luscious buttocks: "I really like you, Saburo. Why don't you come more often to get a book?"
"All right." the boy answered blushingly. And he returned the following week, and he got into the habit of visiting the bookseller about once a week. The third or fourth time, while he was fucking him, the man started to beat the boy off, and so Saburo started to feel also his own intense pleasure. Occasionally, while Saburo, was beating himself off in the toilet, he closed his eyes and imagined he was sucking the man, or that he was being fucked by him, and his orgasms were stronger than usual.
And once, when the boy went back to the shop, he didn't have any book in his hands when he went to the desk.
The owner looked at him somewhat puzzled: "So, Saburo? Didn't you choose a book?" he asked trying to understand what the boy wanted.
"The ones I like... I got all of them." the boy said blushing a little.
"So, then?" the man asked.
"Can't we go back... there, anyway?" the boy stammered, feeling a bit ashamed but excited.
The man pleased smiled: "So, you too like it, huh?"
"Yes, I do," Saburo admitted sotto voce, blushing again.
The man, merrily went to put the notice at the door, then reached for Saburo who, in the back room, had already pulled off his trousers. When the man unsheathed his rod, so hard and straight, Saburo shyly asked: "Can I... suck it for a while...before you...?"
"Sure, Saburo, of course! It is all for you. Take it, boy!"
Saburo, happily bent over that throbbing meat and started to bustle about with a determination that surprised even him.