But Tani was nothing but a top; at most he could give a little head occasionally, but he didn't want to hear about being penetrated; so after that first time Takeshi and Tani didn't make love again. They remained, however, if not really friends, in contact. So, when Takeshi heard that Tani was looking for a cheap room to meet his conquests in, Takeshi let him rent one of the four small rooms he had for rent on the ground floor of a house in Ebisu, at a low rent, but with the provision that he wouldn't sublet or host another person for longer than a night. Takeshi also rented the other three rooms to gay acquaintances.
Tani always paid on the dot; therefore, Takeshi decided to pass to his place to leave him a note about being late with the rent: probably the young man had just forgotten, this time.
When he arrived at the room, he was about to slip a note he had prepared in the letterbox, when, thinking that Tani might even be there, he knocked.
>From inside a voice said, "Oh, you're already here? What's up; did you forget your key?" and a boy around seventeen, beautiful, and wearing just his underpants, came to open the door.
Takeshi looked at the boy with pleasure and asked him: "Who are you?"
The boy was visibly embarrassed (he had clearly thought it was Tani), but asked, "Who are you, rather."
"I am the landlord. Tani knows I don't want him to sublet. I think I have to vacate the room." Takeshi said, to amuse himself.
The boy's eyes widened, "No, I don't live here; I'm just Sanma's friend, and I was waiting for him."
Takeshi pulled off his shoes and entered the room where he saw a futon already spread out.
"You can't expect me to swallow that! You were in bed; you live here." he said, making a gruff face.
"No, really! Here, look; these are my papers; I've a home elsewhere; check here!" the boy said rummaging in his trousers pocket where they'd been folded, beside the futon and handing him his school card.
Takeshi read through the document and almost got a jolt: there on the document was written 'Omura Yukio' and there was Kazuya's and Jiro's address. The circle was now complete. So all four brothers were gay!
"So, your name is Omura Yukio." Takeshi said almost unbelievingly.
The boy interpreted his tone wrongly, "There's my picture too: you see? I don't live here; you can't evict Tani Sanma - there's no reason for you to do so."
"And you are Tani-san's boyfriend?" Takeshi asked.
"I don't understand..." Yukio started to say, terribly embarrassed.
"With only your underpants on, and the bed ready, in a gay man's home? I can't see how you can deny it. Look, I'm gay too; you've nothing to be ashamed of."
"Well, yes - I am his boyfriend." Yukio admitted, though still clearly embarrassed.
"You're a really handsome boy," Takeshi said, stretching out his hand to caress Yukio, and at the same time he thought that when the boy was Kazuya's age, he would probably be even more beautiful than his older brother.
"You'll not evict him, will you? I was just waiting for him... he gave me a key, but I don't live here..."
"What time will he be back?"
"I've been waiting for him for an hour: if he is not very much later. I was just resting while I waited. It depends on how much work he has at the hospital..."
Takeshi continued to caress the boy who, totally embarrassed, now, didn't move. "I have to talk to him. I'll wait for him with you," Takeshi said, already attracted to the beautiful boy, and the man didn't know if he was more aroused by the boy's beauty or by his being Kazuya's and Jiro's brother. He lowered his hand to caress the lovely bulge showing in the boy's underpants.
"What..." Yukio said now, stepping back.
Takeshi grabbed his arm and pulled him closer: "Why do you try to pull away from me? I like you, and if you'll be kind to me, I'll be kind to your Sanma and won't evict him..." Takeshi said, feeling like a worm, but too much attracted by the boy.
"But he's okay; I don't live here," the boy protested.
"But he didn't pay me the rent, so I can get rid of him, anyway. Come here: go on... while we wait for him, we can amuse ourselves, can't we?" Takeshi said, determinedly slipping his hand under the boy's thin underpants and gently grasping his soft member.
"But I... I'm Sanma boyfriend..."
"And you've never cheated on him? I can't believe that. Tani is not the faithful type. Therefore you..." The boy blushed. Takeshi felt Yukio's member swelling in his hand. So he forced the boy's underpants down and pushed Yukio onto the futon.
"I... he could be back any moment. And I've never cheated on him... not here..."
"You said we have an hour, right?" Takeshi said starting to undress. Yukio tried to pull up his underpants, again. Takeshi, now half naked, lowered them again and they engaged in a kind of pleasant combat on the futon. "Come on, boy; I'm sure you'll like it..." Takeshi said holding him fast in his arm ands with his legs in a scissors-hold around the boy's waist. With his free hand he lowered the boy's underpants again, then he kissed Yukio passionately.
Yukio was still trying to resist, even though he was now fully aroused. But at the older man's kiss, he relaxed in the man's arms, murmuring: "But, what do you want from me?"
"I want you... You'll like it... It's not just Tani who's skilled in such things... And you are a really beautiful boy... and you have a wonderful little ass..."
"You want to fuck me?" the boy asked, trembling, looking directly at him.
Takeshi read in those eyes a mix of fear, desire, anxiety, and waiting.
"Yes. You've got to like it, if you are Tani's boy, right?" he said, pushing his finger inside the boy's little asshole.
Yukio gave a start, but it was evident he liked to be touched that way. He moaned "nooo..." but that only seemed to Takeshi to mean exactly the opposite. He finished undressing, lay beside the boy, caressing and kissing him even more passionately.
The boy let him, lying inert with his eyes closed. But Yukio's still reacted to the skilled ministrations with all the passion of a youthful boy desiring to please and be pleased. Takeshi continued to tease the boy's anus with his finger, and was bringing the boy to a very high level of excitation. The boy put his lips to the older man's nipple and started to suck it with genuine pleasure. Takeshi understood that now he could take him; he took the boy's legs and put them onto his shoulders, then moistened his hard, throbbing rod with saliva and put it directly onto the boy's anus. Yukio sighed and relaxed completely. Then Takeshi penetrated him with a few vigorous strokes, sinking deep inside the hot inviting boy-channel without meeting the least resistance. Yukio grasped Takeshi's pectorals in his hands, while Takeshi hammered with determination deep inside him.
He liked Yukio too, who was now giving himself utterly to the older man without any more reservations, but with passion, moaning in pleasure... but Takeshi, considering all three brothers, continued, nonetheless, to prefer Kazuya over the others.
Now the boy had his eyes wide open and was looking at the man quite seriously, but with an expression of intense pleasure at the same time. Takeshi bent to kiss him again, and the boy reciprocated with passion, holding tight to the man's back. Takeshi only continued to thrust inside him with more and more vigour.
Suddenly Takeshi came, and he thought that he'd also to bring the boy to orgasm, so he lowered himself to suck the plump, turgid, throbbing boy-cock. But Yukio stopped him.
"No, please. I would like to cum with Sanma, later. You won't say anything to him, will you?"
"Do you think he'd be put out?" Takeshi, who now that was sated, started to feel slightly remorseful for what he'd forced the boy to do.
"No, but I'll be put out, if he knows," Yukio said, dressing completely, and without looking at him.
Takeshi also got dressed, while Yukio rolled the futon and put it away, almost as if he wanted to make any trace of what had happened between them disappear.
"It was wrong..." the man murmured.
"Yes. But I enjoyed it, and so did you. Do you... did you make love with Sanma?" the boy asked looking at him.
"Years ago, and only once. But you two... do you love each other or just..."
"I think we are in love, even if at times... But I know that I need him, and he needs me too, and we feel so good together. Even if at times he or I... (more often he, I think)... But then, afterward, he always comes back to me. You think that it's a strange relationship, probably. But he's my first man and... Well, yes, I know I love him and he too loves me. I mean... it is not just fucking, between us, like it could be with others..."
"I should apologize. But... you went to open the door almost naked, and you were so attractive, so very beautiful... and I really adored doing it with you..."
"I liked it, too," Yukio said, blushing.
Then Takeshi, who was astonished at the incredible coincidence that made him meet the fourth brother, said to him quite affectionately, "I'd like to know you even better..."
"Know me better?"
"Yes. I would like it if, even though I've taken advantage of you, you wanted to become my friend. I don't mean a sexual thing, either. A real friend, really, I mean... I like you..."
"I don't know... if you're a friend of Sanma, we could befriends. And then, if you reproach yourself, it won't lessen my reproach to myself. If I really wanted, I could have opposed you. The fact is that you too, for me... Well, when I opened the door you looked at me... It is very pleasant being desired."
Again that sentence. It seemed almost that the four brothers, though so different from each other, had quite a lot in common. They had to really get along well together, to be so similar. And yet, each one of them didn't know, or suspect, the sexuality of the other three. It was most peculiar.
They chatted with each other, then, until Sanma came home. The young man really had only forgotten the payment day, so he apologized and paid the rent right on the spot. Takeshi left them, but after inviting them both to come visit him from time to time. Sanma assured him that they would, and Yukio did too, at Takeshi's pleasure, nodding in assurance and with a smile.
But Takeshi wasn't able to put Kazuya from his mind. Possibly also the fact he'd met in only a few months all his brothers, made his desire for the boy increase. So he made up his mind, and he went to the 'King of Boys'. The manager who welcomed him, after showing him to a seat at a small table, asked him what he'd like to drink, and, together with the drink and some appetizers, brought him the album.
"Here, these are our gorgeous boys. If you find someone who appeals to you, and if the boy's now available..." the man said.
Takeshi thumbed through the album looking at that collection of youthful male nudes. He thought that it was quite like consulting a mail-order catalogue. When he arrived at Kazuya's pictures, he looked at them as he had with all the others and passed further on. For some reason, he didn't want the agency's manager to know he'd come especially for Kazuya. He wanted to pass himself off as an ordinary, and not at all noteworthy, client.
"Is it possible to have a boy for a whole day?"
"Those are the prices." the man said handing him a thin cardboard with the smile of a waiter giving a client the menu.
Takeshi glanced at it casually, "The maximum here's for a night, I see..."
"For longer periods, we agree in advance on special prices. If you wanted to take the boy on a trip, for instance, apart from the travel expenses (which are completely your responsibility), we can fix a special price..."
"May I have a boy for... let's say, three days?"
"Certainly! Yes - well, if the boy's available. Did you see someone interesting?" the man asked with a professional smile, suspecting a good piece of business.
Takeshi thumbed again through the album then stopped on the page with Kazuya's pictures. "This one, for example..."
"He is very popular... For three days?"
"How much would I have to pay?"
"Well, let's see..." the man said, pulling out a calculator and hitting some buttons, as if he had to do who knows how difficult a calculation. At the end he showed Takeshi the display.
Thakeshi nodded in acceptation and asked: "Do you also accept credit cards?"
"Certainly, all those..." the man said pointing to a line of stickers on the wall near the TV, which was running a series of images of half-naked men dancing on a beach.
"Excellent! So, is the boy in these pictures available?"
"If you can wait just a moment, I'll check immediately."
After a moment the man was back with a wide smile: "Yes, the boy's free. He's preparing to join you even as we speak. So, if you want to talk with him a while to be sure of your choice... Only I have to warn you the boy is not available for any S-and-M..."
"No problem. Can we leave immediately?" Takeshi asked, excitedly.
"Certainly. Would you please give me your credit card, sir?"
Takeshi handed it to the man. Then, when the manager had returned to the table, he signed the counterfoil and put all the paper and the card back into his pocket. Kazuya emerged from a small door. The boy didn't seem astonished to see him.
Kazuya simply approached him and said, "Good evening." with the gentle tones he used with all his clients.
"This gentleman wants to leave immediately." the man in charge said.
"Yes, of course; just as you whish." Kazuya answered calmly.
They left the club. Takeshi was terribly moved. As soon as they were on the street, Kazuya asked him, "Why did you do such a mad thing? We could be together without your spending all that money."
"I wanted to be sure you had three free days, without your loosing any of your salary. I know you need it, and for me, once in a while, it's not a problem to spend that much money. I wanted so much to meet you again. Does that bother you?"
"No, quite the contrary. I'm really pleased you came to look for me. I, too, would have looked for you, just I didn't know if..."
"I missed you." Takeshi interrupted him as they were getting into his car.
"I often thought of you." Kazuya said.
"I'm very much pleased. I did, too. Listen, since you have now three free days, we can go somewhere together. Just warn your brothers and..."
"I called them and gave them a message that I'd be away for two or three days. Where do you want to go?"
"Did you never go to Okinawa?"
"No, never. But that's much too expensive."
"Don't worry about that. Okinawa, then?"
"You're completely crazy."
"I want you to be happy."
"I would be happy here in Tokyo, so long as I was with you."
"It's very kind of you to tell me so."
"But it's true. I like you. I am very... contented...with you."
"You shouldn't tell me such things."
"But it's true!"
"Exactly why you shouldn't!"
"I don't understand." Kazuya, said, perplexed.
Takeshi wanted to tell him he was falling in love with him but, for some strange reason, he didn't dare, so he kept silent.
They stopped quickly at Takeshi's home, where the man prepared a suitcase, and booked two round-trip places on the plane for Okinawa. They had just enough time to get to the airport. They went took the monorail.
Takeshi was in a flutter. That journey decided so much on the spot, was of crucial importance for him. Would he understand what the boy was really feeling for him, and tell the boy what he was feeling?
Jiro, availing himself of Kazuya's absence, devised a pretext for his two brothers so he could spend a full night away from home. He went first to the usual gay bar, where he met Takeshi. He almost hoped to meet him there, not suspecting that the man was on a trip with his brother. After a couple of hours when two men he didn't like, one handsome but with a too close resemblance to a yakuza, the other rather ugly, tried to pick him up, Jiro decided to go to another bar.
He went to the "Knight's". He'd never gone there before; he'd just heard about it. There were few people. He sat at a small table, after buying a drink. He was just looking around, thinking that in that bar too there was nothing interesting to him, when a tall boy entered. He was foreign. He had light brown hair and clear golden brown eyes, and a slouching and yet elegant gait. Jiro had never made love with a foreigner, and this type of man appealed to him very much. But his English was not very good, supposing he was an American. He couldn't say that, to him all foreigners seemed alike.
The young foreigner sat at the counter, welcomed by one of the waiters who started to chat with him in English. Jiro looked at him: from his place he could see him in three-quarter profile. The young man had a face with very fine features, he was actually very beautiful. His light, broad clothes hid his shape somewhat, but his bare arms, just covered by light golden down, were also beautiful and muscular.
After a while he noticed that the foreigner was looking toward him. He turned away his eyes, slightly embarrassed. He looked again, and the young man was again chatting with the waiter. Jiro saw that he had finely moulded lips and at once felt a strong desire for that foreigner. Who knew how they made love? Was there a different way for a different culture? the boy asked himself. Or instead, nothing different at all? After all, anatomy is the same, he concluded.
The foreigner looked at him again, and Jiro again turned his glance aside. Sure, he thought at the same time, if he behaved so, the stranger mightn't guess that he liked him. He had to find the courage to look at that young man when he was looking back at him. Possibly smile to him. Or rather, why not to stand up and go sit at the counter, on the empty stool beside the young man? Who knew if the foreigner was still looking at him? Who knew if the young man liked him? Possibly, he too was shy and was waiting for Jiro to make the first move, gesture, sign, to throw some kind of signal.
He was almost at the point of convincing himself to look again toward the young man, when the waiter came and gave him a folded note saying: "This is for you..."
A bit surprised, he opened it. It was a kind of printed form that, he noticed afterwards, the bar put at disposal of its customers. Inside, in a precise, almost correct Japanese, was written: "My name is Benjamin, I am a New Zealander, I am 25 years old, and I would like to offer you a drink. If this doesn't annoy you, would you come sit beside me at the counter? I'd really like to meet you. I find you very desirable. Ben."
Jiro's heart began to pound. He folded the paper and looked up at the stranger. The young man was looking at him with a rather shy smile. Jiro smiled back, stood up, and went over to him. Benjamin got down from the high barstool and when they were near bowed in the Japanese fashion, and said in Japanese, "How do you do. I'm Benjamin."
"How do you do. My name is Jiro."
"I'm happy you accepted my invitation. What can I offer you?"
They sat at the counter and Jiro said: "A beer, thank you."
Benjamin ordered two beers, then turned to Jiro with a broad smile and said, "I find you very, very beautiful..."
"You speak Japanese very well..." Jiro said, pleased by the compliment but also a little bit embarrassed.
"Not yet, even I've been studying it for six year."
"Are you here to work?"
"No, a two-year scholarship to study."
"Where?"
"At Waseda University. I'm concentrating in Meiji Period Literature."
"Is it a long time that you've been in Japan?"
"A month, the day after tomorrow."
"Are you in a dormitory?"
"No, just the first few days. I found a small apartment in Mitaka. It's very tiny, but quite enough for me. And you, what you do?"
"I too am in a university, but at the Todai, at Tokyo University." Jiro said, caressing him with his eyes.
"The best university in Japan! You must be really talented to have been admitted there. How old are you?"
"Twenty-two. Why are you interested in Meiji Literature?"
"When I return to New Zealand, I want to become a teacher of Japanese Literature. My father is teacher of the History of Japan in my university, so my place will be assured there."
"Do you like the idea of being a teacher?"
"Yes, very much. I like teaching, and above all teaching Japanese Literature."
They chatted a while, and Jiro was feeling more and more attracted to the young man, so free and easy, likeable, and beautiful.
After a while, Ben proposed, "What do you think of going for a stroll in the nearby park? Do you have some free time, tonight?"
"Yes, I've no engagements at all."
"Then, first we can walk a while, then I will offer you supper, is that all right?"
"Yes, thank you..."
They left the bar together. The park was semi-dark. They were walking side by side and Jiro could feel the physical presence of his companion, even though they weren't touching, or even brushing against each other. And he felt a mounting desire to touch this young foreigner a great deal indeed...
At a certain point Ben took his hand and said casually, "Nobody can see us here..." and pulled Jiro to him, embracing and kissing him passionately.
Jiro returned the kiss and felt quite breathless. An incredible excitation had come over him. He'd never ever felt so strongly attracted to another person.
Ben drew back a little, and then said, "I want you so much, Jiro. After supper, would you like to come to my place?"
"Yes, I can stay out all night, tonight."
"Perfect. Then you can stay with me. I have just one single futon but... that would be just right, wouldn't it?" Ben said with a cunning smile.
Jiro felt an anticipatory shudder at the implication of those words and nod in happy agreement. They sat on a bench, continuing to chat. Their legs brushed, Jiro could feel the warmth, the light pressure, and was aroused. Just brushing against him, a quick kiss, was exciting him so much, how would it be making love to this gorgeous stranger?
They went on to eat. Then they returned to Shinjuku Station where they took the Chuo-Sobu line to Mitaka. Ben guided him to his apartment. It was on the ground floor of an old wooden house.
"It's a little dark, but that means that in summer it will be cooler inside." Ben said lighting a lamp. He took two beers from the refrigerator, and then two glasses, and they sat on the tatami and drank. Under the low table, Ben slipped his leg between Jiro's legs and with the tip of his foot, gently pressed against the boy's fly. Jiro just smiled in bliss.
"Shall I take out the futon, or would you prefer to talk a little more?" the young man asked.
"We can talk... on the futon, couldn't we?" Jiro said, dying to see his host's naked body.
"That's very wise!" Ben said jokingly. He stood up, pulled out the futon from the closet and unrolled it. "Here it is, all ready."
Jiro drew nearer and asked, almost ashamedly: "Can I take off your clothes for you? I would so very much like to see you..."
"Sure. I would like that - and to see you as well. You're my first Japanese, you know."
"And you're my first foreigner."
"I've going around to the bars for several days hoping to find a Japanese friend, and at long last tonight I've found a very beautiful one. You." Ben said, starting to undress Jiro, with the air of a child that is unwrapping his birthday gifts.
"Do you have a boyfriend, back in New Zealand?"
"No." Ben answered, caressing the now naked chest of boy, and then starting to unbutton Jiro's trousers. "And you?"
"No I don't..." Jiro said, pulling off the young man's t-shirt and admiring his perfect pectorals. "Do you do sports?" he asked caressing them.
"I swim."
"You are so very beautiful."
"You're very beautiful, too. I like your smooth body..."
They pulled off the remainder of each other's clothes. Jiro's briefs were swelling with his excitement, but also Ben's boxers betrayed a conspicuous erection as well. They pulled off the last bits of clothing and looked each other's crotch. Jiro thought that the thick bush of golden hair from which arose a respect-inspiring hard male member was a wonderful vision. He slowly glided onto his knees, in admiration, and put his lips around the young man's rod. He inhaled its smell - it was slightly strange, different from the scent of a Japanese man, but really pleasurable. Jiro parted his lips and took it deeply into his mouth, almost worshipfully. Ben slightly flexed his knees, spreading them a little and pushing his pelvis forward a bit, offering it to that greedy mouth.
Jiro sucked it, moving his tongue skilfully and Ben moaned in pleasure. After a while, the young man let himself slowly glide down on the futon, but very carefully, so that Jiro didn't lose his grip with his mouth, then turned beside his Japanese boy, going down on him on all fours, and they united in a blissful sixty-nine. Meanwhile they caressed each other's bodies all over. The excitement was so strong that both soon reached orgasm, almost simultaneously, and both drank each other's delicious cum. Jiro thought that Ben's taste was very different, but very, very good.
Then Ben turned again and, lying beside Jiro, took him into his arms. For some while they were silent, sweetly intertwined, caressing each other.
Then Jiro murmured: "I was so very much aroused, I came too soon."
"The same for me. I desire you so much!"
"But, later, we can do it somewhat more calmly. Can't we?"
"You bet! Do you prefer being a top or a bottom?"
"Both..."
"Good: it's the same for me. I feel we match each other nicely, we two, and I would like it to be just so."
"Yes." Jiro said and thought: at least if we decided to be together I already know that it's just for two years. This time there's no place for illusion or disappointment.
Ben wanted to know everything about Jiro and told him about himself, rather humorously. While they were talking, lying on the futon, they were gently caressing each other. Jiro liked that intimacy, so full of tenderness, that they were sharing, and he felt more and more attracted to the young stranger. Ben did speak rather fluent Japanese, even if a little bit too literary, and was able to understand and to make himself understood without many problems. Jiro liked Ben's cheerfulness, or rather was fascinated by it. And he liked his lean, athletic body, his long, tapered legs. And his member surrounded by its golden halo, now softly leaning to the left, on one thigh.
Ben noticed where Jiro was looking and asked him with a smile: "You are looking at it? Do you like it?"
"Yes..."
"And now that he's sleeping?"
"He isn't sleeping; he's just resting. I bet he'll be ready to stand up, ready for new enterprises..."
"To explore you, without a doubt. Look, it seems he overheard us talking about him." Ben said with a bright smile. In fact, his member was taking on volume again, slowly moving and stretching. Jiro caressed it with his fingers, and Ben returned that intimate caress.
"And yours is beautiful too, but you are so beautiful all over." Ben said dreamily.
They started again to make love, this time both determined to enjoy each other for a longer time. Jiro was amazed to discover in himself such a charge of eroticism and realized that it was Ben who'd stirred up that charge in him. Everything in the young man was erotic, the voice, his way of looking at you, his way of caressing and kissing, his smile, and what he said. Jiro let himself be wrapped, rocked, moulded by these sensations.
They took each other, again and again, postponing the apex of their pleasure, but eventually they were unable to wait any more and let themselves go, first Jiro then Ben, in a resounding mutual orgasm.
Again they lay down gently intertwined and Ben, at a certain point, fiddling with the tips of his fingers in Jiro's pubic hair, asked in a low voice, "Do you want to be my boy-friend?"
"I think so..."
"Why you don't say yes, only just that you think so?"
"Well, we know each other so little..."
"I feel like I've known you for ages. You're really my type, in every respect."
"Possibly it's because in past I've had two disappointments, that now I prefer to go slowly. But you, too, seem quite exceptional to me. Anyway, I'm very glad I met you, today. Until now, it's been splendid being with you."
"And that's just the beginning. Just guess, how great we'll be after this. You'll see, you'll never regret being my boy-friend. Trust me."
Jiro smiled and caressed Ben's cheek and felt happy as he'd never been before. Yes, he trusted Ben. At least for the next two years less a month.
After that, they met almost every day and at times Jiro was even able to spend a whole night with him. And day after day he was happier to be with Ben. But together with his happiness, the regret for the fact that it would last less than two years was always present in his mind.