Date: Thu, 17 May 2007 19:32:02 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: HUNGRY FOR HIRO

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. If this sort of
thing offends you then what the hell are you doing reading Nifty/Gay. Also
note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are
FICTIONAL. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of
the planet to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow minors
access but you knew that anyway.

These are stories of youth and boys and once again they are FICTIONAL. Any
resemblance to anyone living or dead is PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

Another point: I like to write on behalf of the boys but you must realise
if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is me
coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank... that's them.

Finally: Enjoy. If you have spare please donate a little cash to
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This one was inspired by watching a Japanese porno, so I won't bother with
all that crap about apologising to the writer, director and all the rest of
them



HUNGRY FOR HIRO



by



G. Cutter




A few years back I was working in Tokyo for one of the big British banks as
a translator and general Mr Fixit but first I suppose I'd better set the
scene.

I'm half Japanese, my mother is Japanese and my father is an Englishman so
I was brought up with a good working knowledge of Japanese. I was drawn to
languages and in the course of my schooling managed to achieve a good
standard in French, German and Russian as well as my second tongue. Two
years after school spent on University spin off courses and I had a career
mapped out and I was ready to go. My father was quite a big wheel in the
banking world and managed to get me a job with his Japanese Branch
translating and generally keeping the wheels turning both officially and
socially.

I'd never visited Japan but I'd always wanted to and found myself in a
curious position. With my Eurasian looks I was a bit of an oddity with my
peers in England as those were mainly of the upper middle poshy class so I
got quite used to cracks about Chinks in the woodwork and so on. In Japan I
fell cleanly between the locals and the Brit expats, they didn't know what
to make of me especially as I was fluent in both languages. Life is weird
but I didn't care, I was getting an exceptionally good salary and was in
high demand by the upper echelons of the bank. At twenty three I still
looked and felt like eighteen but unlike most eighteen year olds I had half
a house, a bloody good salary and was far away from home... I still
considered England my home by the way.

I shared a split house with a banking family comprising the husband, wife
and a fifteen year old son but after the initial welcome I saw little of
them as the house was quite clearly divided. They had one half and I had
the other, both properties had their own front doors and small pathways. It
was in the Minato Ward of the Tokyo Port Area which made for a hell of a
drive into work but also made for peaceful almost boring weekends, mind you
I liked to sit overlooking the harbour watching the ships and ferries come
and go. I rarely drove to work I took the train along with what seemed to
be millions of robotlike Japanese, that being an adventure in itself as I
was considerably taller than the average Japanese, sometimes I felt like I
was in Gulliver's Travels.

I considered that I'd fallen on my feet and my long term plans were to
spend a couple of years in Japan and then maybe try for a posting in St
Petersberg or maybe Berlin and then back to London town. Being gay (I
thought I'd slip that in) I found Japan intruiging, their attitude to porn
being rather weird to say the least. Gay and straight porn was on open
display on some stalls and shops but they had this curious thing about
masking genitalia. On one of their biggest sites they seemed to love
simulating rather than doing the real thing. They had an absolute fetish
regarding sunglasses and silly masks and this was with what you'd call the
straight porn if that's not a contradiction. Mind you all this didn't
concern me too much as my age range went from eleven or twelve to sixteen
and there's another thing... child pornography and child sex is just as
illegal in Japan as any other civilised country but there they start to
drift. Japan has a long tradition of young sex both with boys and
girls. Older men actually groom youngsters who seem or appear to be gay and
treat them like little dolls. In fact, the phrase 'boy doll' isn't uncommon
once you've broken the ice and maybe made a few contacts. Anyway, I'm
getting ahead of myself.

I could write a book about Japan and it's exceedingly weird sexual
mores. Pissing parties, boy brothels, you name it. It was all there just
under the surface in Japan and especially the big cities. What you had to
do was to burrow a little and for a foreigner which I was it was
difficult. My mixed parentage made me as odd to the Japanese as I was to
people I considered my own and that was the English or to be more PC, the
British but it gave me that little edge, I knew things that my fellow Brits
didn't.

Anyway, that's put you in the picture if only vaguely I suppose but here I
was in a suburb of Tokyo in mid summer with a week's holiday, reasonably
flush and rather bored. I'd had a line on some gay clubs and contacts but
knew perfectly well what was on offer would be too old. Don't get me wrong,
I wasn't averse to a sweet eighteen or nineteen but I had a week free so
why not adventure a little. I also knew that the schools were on holiday
which was a further incentive to have a scout around.

The first Saturday of my holiday started with a bang literally, a bang on
the door. It was either the postman this early or maybe a salesman, Tokyo
seemed to have more door to door salemen that any other city on
earth. Anyway, when I answered the call I found my neighbour standing
looking rather upset.

'I have a problem David and I'm hoping you can help us out.' I presumed
when he said us he spoke for his family and I asked him in hoping that it
was nothing serious. I was starting a holiday after all and didn't want any
upsets.

'Right, Charles,' I sat him down and sat opposite.

'It's Scott,' he started. Scott was his fifteen year old son by the way.

'What's up with him?' I asked a momentary vision of his blonde,slender and
rather sexy son flitting across my mind. These visions were normally
accompanied by the saying about fouling one's own nest by the way.

'Maureen and I have to attend a rather heavyweight party tonight and we're
stuck for a sitter. We've been let down.'

'A sitter?' I must have looked a bit dumb. 'He's fifteen isn't he.'

'A rather irresponsible fifteen.' Charles growled. 'He hasn't got any local
friends and I can't really leave him on his own.' He hurried on. 'We
wondered if you could look after him for the night, maybe put him up, keep
him company. He likes you.'

'Does he?' I thought his last statement was a bit doubtful, I'd barely
exchanged more than a few words with the kid but looking after him for the
evening or night might be fun.  'I... er,' I looked at him trying not to
look to enthusiastic. 'I'd like to help you out...'

'Excellent,' he beamed. 'I'll bring him around about seven?'

'Yeah, fine,' I capitulated. 'Seven o'clcock. At least it'll be an
experience, I've never done babysitting before.'

'It's easy, sit him down with a CD and forget about him.'

'Right,' I laughed. Seemed a hell of a way to treat a son but who was I to
talk?  I was a batchelor gay as they say. My only experience with kids of
that age was slipping them a twenty pound note for a little oral attention
in dingy public loos and that was playing with fire I tell you most
sincerely.

Anyway, back to Tokyo and the Tokyo Harbour area. I saw Charles off and
began to get ready for my day. I was on an expedition and that was
basically to cruise the local parks and cruise is a bad choice of word,
wander would be better. I took my small digital and these superb binoculars
I'd recently acquired locally. I must say that my pals the Japanese do
small to perfection, these things were the size of a packet of cigarettes
and were brilliant. Spy-Spies they were called which shows how naff the
Japanese are at naming things as well, one of their few faults but I was
quite naturally biased.

By ten o'clock I was on my way having settled on Kiba Park which was the
nearest, if I got bored with that I could always walk through to the
National which was the short title for the National Park for Nature
Study... all very Japanese, one very manicured and the other a little less
so. I was in shirtsleeves as it was quite warm and carried a small duffle
bag with my goodies therein, I was on my way.

One of the problems with Japanese males is that they look a lot younger
than they are, I, as a halfbreed was a shining example. People always took
me for eighteen or nineteen which was a mixed blessing, an associated
problem was that you could chat a perfectly good looking eighteen year old
in Tokyo and find out later they were married, around thiry and had a brood
of kids, most offputting. More importantly, many Japanese were goodlooking
to the point of being beautiful, they looked and acted gay and this was one
to watch as nine times out of ten appearances were far removed from the
truth. One had to be very cautious with the Japanese and the same goes for
other Asian Orientals, I exclude the Chinese as it's in my blood not to
like Chinks but Thais, Cambodians and Vietnamese are perfect examples of
what I was saying. In a phrase: Be very cautious and don't ever make
assumptions.

I had a wander around Kiba and it was quite well populated for a Saturday
morning, it was pretty obvious that the schools were on holiday as most of
the kids had reverted to being kids, I mean to say their very formal school
uniforms had gone missing. They kept their kids a lot tidier than ours I
should add but on long holidays the standards started to slip. There were
quite a few unaccompanied youngsters around but in groups and far too young
so in the end I decided to wander over to the National which was quite a
hike but I had all the time in the world.

I got lucky as soon as I went into the place. I decided on a tea in the
small pavilion which wouldn't have been out of place on Brighton front,
talk about British Regency gone mad, this place was as out of place as a
Japanese temple in the City of London. I took my tea and walked out and
looked down the hill to the pond. There were a couple of kids but one on
his own who after a bit of study I decided to approach. A bit of
photography maybe. Japanese like taking photos and they also like their
pictures being taked, it's a national trait. I studied the kid from a
distance first with my little binoculars and determined that he was
alone. Another curiosity was that he was older than he was dressed, if that
sounds odd, I'll try to explain. He was dressed totally in white from his
trainers to his baseball cap which sported the Adidas logo, he looked to be
around eleven or twelve but the way he moved and the way he held himself he
was older, not much but possibly thirteen or fourteen... curious. Most kids
try to look older than they are, it's unusual for a kid to try to dress or
look younger than his or her age. I wondered if he was one of the infamous
'doll boys' I'd heard of or even a kid looking for a sugar dad. What an
imagination, eh?

As they say: Nothing ventured, nothing gained so I returned my cup and
plate and wandered down to where the kid was perched on the stepping stones
poking in the water with a stick.

'Found anything?' I asked trying to project curiosity tinged with
friendliness... you know, as if I cared what the hell he was doing.

'No, sir,' he gave me a shy smile.

'Do you mind if I take some snaps of you?  I'm a bit of a photographer.'

'No, sir.' He smiled again. 'I like my pictures taken,' he struck a brief
bodybuilder's pose and then started to step from stone to stone
occasionally ducking to poke away with his twig. Mmmmm. He liked his
pictures taken, now there was a thing. I snapped him for around ten minutes
concentrating on his groin and his pert little bottom as he kept bending
down exploring nooks and crannies, then as he was making signs of moving
away I offered him an ice cream up at the monstrosity on the hill. Rather
to my surprise he accepted immediately. In England some busybody would be
calling the Pedo Squad but this wasn't England.

We walked up and I realised that as I suspected he wasn't quite as young as
he'd appeared at first sight. At a rough guess I reckoned he'd be around
fourteen, a good cuming age. We did chat and he was super polite as most
Japanese kids are but one thing I did pickup was that he lived around by
Shiba Park not a thousand miles away from where I lived. Most convenient
and something to bear in mind.

'Do you do professional photography?' He asked clearly beginning to find
his feet.

'Not professional but I like to do amateur stuff as a hobby, boys, fresh,
enthusiastic, full of energy.'

'Yes,' he gave me a sly smile and I felt for the first time I may have
struck gold. 'Do you pay your models, I mean your proper models?' His eyes
dropped to his bowl of ice cream and whatnot.

'Oh yes, of course,' I replied acting surprised that he should be in any
doubt. 'Maybe for a boy in swimwear, ten US Dollars, for more relaxing
stuff like naked I mean maybe twenty to thirty dollars.'

'Wow,' he giggled. 'You dirty man,' he reddened and apologised as he
should, bath house and naturalism nudity is was no big deal in Japan. 'I am
sorry, sir.'

'It's David and I should apologise, I talked out of turn.'

'Would I make a good model?' He looked up at me again and I knew I had him.

'A superior model I should think,' I looked at him and made a swift
decision. 'This afternoon if you like, I live very near to you.'

'No car, sir?' He looked disappointed.

'No I thought it a nice day for a walk,' I didn't mention it was a bit of a
bloody hike but I got inspired. 'We'll get a taxi.'

'Ah,' his face lit up, he clearly wasn't a walker.

'First I must insist you call me David and I would like to know your name.'

'My name is Hiro, David.' He took his baseball cap off and brushed his
close cropped black hair back. God without the cap he was lovely, God knows
what he would be like with his clothes off but I had a feeling I was going
to find out pretty soon.

We got a taxi and we were home and indoors within the half an hour, to my
delight no sign of the neighbours either. The place was a bit untidy but
Hiro didn't seem too fussed, I had found out that he was the youngest of
three brothers so I expect even Japanese family homes with that amount of
kids can get a bit shambolic. I sat him down in my messy front room with an
iced drink and wondered how to go about things. It was mainly what did he
expect? Perhaps he assumed I just wanted to take him to bed, who knows?

'Do you take your pictures in here, David?'

'No, I use the spare bedroom,' I looked at him and really chanced my arm. I
felt like I was on a roll and the worse he could do was say no and I didn't
think he was going to do that. 'I was thinking, Hiro. If we pretended to
tie you to the bed and tore your clothing off... a pretend rape scene.'

'Cut my clothing off?' That brought a frown to his face.

'I'll provide you with briefs and shorts for the purpose I hurriedly
assured him. 'None of your gear will be harmed in any way...'

'Alright,' he said doubtfully probably thinking of his money or more likely
wondering what my endgame was. I was quite determined he was on the game
what back in England we'd call a rent boy or maybe even just a kid trying
to earn some yen. By the way, I had in mind around three thousand yen which
was a fortune to a kid and a mere nothing to me being flash. Then again for
what I wanted from him maybe six thousand would be more appropriate. Twenty
five pounds for a few photographs, a bit of a stroking and maybe a bit
more. I didn't know, this was a one off and if all went well I wanted him
to come back, I could always explain him away as my tame little house
gopher to the neighbours as most European expats had handymen and chefs and
whatnots with the wages being so low. Then again I didn't want to give him
too much but as I've said I was sailing uncharted waters to get all
nautical about it.

'Come on then,' I stood up. 'Let's find you some gear to destroy.'

'Yes,' he gave his little giggle as I ushered him from the lounge and into
the nearby bedroom. Thank Christ I had the place furnished in the European
style, none of that sleeping on the deck, the beds were normal and I used
chairs and tables instead of crawling around on the floors. To my surprise
Hiro jumped onto the bed and started to bounce around really getting into
things whilst I searched around and found what I was after, one rather
tatty pair of shorts and an old and well laundered pair of briefs which
were far too tight for me.

'Would you like to put your nice gear out of the way and put this rubbish
on,' I threw the gear onto the bed and left him to it. I had a clothes line
to find, I knew I had one somewhere which I'd never got around to putting
up, tailor made for this sort of caper. By the time I'd found it and
another pair of more personal items and returned to the room he'd changed
his clothing and was wearing the outsized shorts and his own gear was
neatly folded up on the sideboard.

'Right, my little man,' I grinned and parked my camera and my movie camera
by the side of the bed. 'First of all. What time do you have to leave?'

'I have to be home for seven so I must leave around six, sixish,' he looked
at me a little nervously as if afraid of upsetting me. He'd probably
realised that he was in a pretty quiet detatched house with a much bigger
person and that person was standing there with a coil of rope.

'Excellent, Hiro.' I sat on the bed, and put my hand on his warm leg. 'You
have absolutely nothing to fear Hiro, if you don't want to do anything in
the next few hours just tell me to stop and I shall. Deal?' I stuck my hand
out and he took it.

'Deal,' he smiled and looked at me as I stood and towered above him.

'Lay on the bed with your feet upto the pillows,' I instructed and we were
off. I must admit he took it all in his stride and even gave his little
giggle as I explained everything I did with the rope was merely for show
and, in fact, the rope wouldn't hold a cat down. I nearly lost it when I
was doing the mock tie up but it was when the stripping came that things
really took off and the pictures slipped into the background. He was
spreadeagled on the bed in his simulated bondage and I rucked his shirt up
exposing his smooth belly and took a picture of his flat tummy and his
groin which I was sure had developed a bulge. What I wanted to demonstrate
was shorts and briefs being ripped off but it was Sod's Law that no way
could they be torn I had to go to the kitchen for some scissors.

When I came back I made a few snips and got ripping, the first thing that
came to light was his golden skinned penis and he was as hard as a rock, he
wasn't in the slightest bit embarassed and just lay there staring at me
unsmiling as I trashed the shorts and then the briefs.

'Oooooh,' he gave a little shudder and gave a pelvic thrust as he lay there
naked apart from his shirt and his white socks which he'd managed to
retain. I gently took his warmth into my hand and fondled it feeling it get
harder and harder. He had no pubics but his circumcised penis was a healthy
four inches and hardening at probably more than that. It was more than
adequate for a boy of his size.

'You can always say stop,' I gave him his last chance and ducked my head
taking lick at his smooth scrotum and then another. He didn't answer but
just made another thrust upwards if eager to get on with the action. So be
it, we were away. I held his now hard penis upright and peeled the foreskin
right back exposing his dark red glans and kicked it like a small lolly and
stroked his smooth belly as he squirmed and groaned under my attentions. He
had one leg raised and I stroked across his dry pucker, he flinched but
then relaxed as I gently prodded and toyed with his ring without actually
penetrating. The farago with the ropes was instantly forgotten as I felt
his hands come down to stroke my hair and he made little pumping motions
with his hips.

I swallowed his dick trapping his foreskin with my lips and sucking the
loose skin over his knob and then letting it go. I knew from films that
Japanese youngsters seemed to go through an incredibly long time at their
foreplay but perhaps their viewers liked the titillation, I did. I must
have lapped and kissed every inch of his smooth and lithe body as he
squirmed one moment and lay as a dead man the next. He made no sound apart
from the occasional grunt and a little mewing as I cupped and clasped his
smooth warm cheeks. Of course, I had a target, he knew it as well as I did
and furthermore if he'd seen the same boy films that I had he must have
known what came next.

I produced the small pot of hand cream and held it up for him to see, he
gave the slightest of grins and raised one knee to his chest worming his
other foot under my shirt pressing it against my belly. I left him for a
moment and quickly shed my clothing and lay down again close to him this
time cuddling his warm body in my arms and he made a contented purr as I
took his stiff noodle in my hands once more. I risked a kiss to the side of
his mouth and got no reaction but when I tried the second time fully on his
lips I felt his tongue slip straight into my mouth to make friends with
mine. The photography was forgotten as I played and moved on the bed with
this little angel.

He was stern faced for a small boy and almost European in features other
than his eyes, a little like myself I suppose but when he did a rare smile
his face lit up like a summer's day. At least he didn't have the bovine
round face that many Japanese children have, the features that make them
look almost mongloid at times, he had a fine boned face and would be a very
handsome young man later in life but enough of that as I ducked my mouth
onto his yummy noodle yet again. I sucked his smooth scrotum and this time
pushed my finger with a smidgeon of hand cream against his tiny back door
and it parted quite easily as if in welcome.

He sighed and closed his eyes as my finger wormed into him and I found his
youthful prostate and began to stroke it and loosen him up. He seemed quite
happy with what I was doing so I progressed in one leap to the second
stage. Withdrawing my finger I coated two and coaxed them into his body
through his slippery and yielding sphincter. He gave a little gasp at this
but settled onto them squeezing and relaxing as I moved my fingers gently
in and out of his sweet heat and tender boy's bum. All pretence of taking
pictures and simulating bondage was gone now as we enjoyed ourselves
although the webcam on the sideboard rolled on and would doubtless get
confused images to drool over later in the day.

Satisfied at last with his pliability and softness I slid my fingers free
and he lay back and smiled still holding one knee upto his chest exposing
his shiny pucker, he smiled at me wordlessly as I licked across the end of
his twitching four inches of boy meat.

'How old are you, Hiro?' I asked thinking wryly that it was a bit late in
the day for such a question.

'Fourteen... you, David?' We were speaking Japanese of course but David
came across as Daveed, it sounded nice coming from him.

'Twenty three.'

'A mere boy,' he actually laughed and it was the nearest he'd come to a
joke, he was opening out in more ways than one. I know that Japanese
children are very respectful of their elders, it's bred into them but I was
of the European style, I liked my kids to have an opinion and I liked to
chat, to see what maked them tick. Yes sir, no sir, all the time is no good
to anyone. Mind you if you ever have the chance to see their campus
students perform with their riot police you'll note that the facade can
slip a bit.

I caught his attention when I withdrew my 'piece de resistance' from under
the pillow and held it up for him to see. Talk about inscrutable Japanese,
he just stared solemnly at the thing and lay back to accept what may
come. I'd got this item some time ago and Hiro being my first proper boy,
he would be my first customer. It was, in fact, an expanding dildo only not
rubberised like the normal affairs and not even dick shaped. It was a shiny
chrome item around six inches long and the girth of a boy's cock, in fact
not much fatter than Hiro's own hardon. The kicker was that this thing had
a knurled nut on the base that when turned opened the thing up. It was
built in two parts and expanded outwards, at full stretch it would simulate
one pretty fat adult cock but that was at full stretch and I didn't intend
going that far with Hiro. I just wanted to play and ease him enough to take
me.

I had the funny feeling that he would probably eat me with his boy fanny
but better safe than sorry... anyway, he hadn't said no. The thing had a
blunted end and I coated it with the hand cream rubbing the gleaming object
against Hiro's oiled and pouting pucker. A gentle push and an inch or so
disappeared into his body, I saw his hand clasp the bedding but just the
gentlest of sighs came from his lips. I felt his body relax as I slowly
wanked his boycock and stirred the metal implement moving it in a circular
motion allowing him to get a feel for it. Another push and another inch
disappeared into his body and he just gave a little moan and stroked my
hair.

Just slowly moving the thing in his bum I kissed my way up his body and
licked the side of his mouth, he turned his head to look at me and
spoke. 'So weird...' he smiled. 'So big,' his hand had snaked between our
bodies and he'd grasped my own stiffness. 'So big.'

'So sweet,' I kissed his smooth throat and returned to my task, this time
his right hand remained around my cock and he gently worked it to and fro
as I fed another inch or so of the chrome gadget into his bottom but enough
was enough. I moved it in and out watching his stretched ring seeming to
cling as the thing came out as if unwilling to let go. I turned the nut a
few times and saw the gap between the two halves, it was opening up and
unless he was a full scale slut he should notice very shortly.

I didn't do it for too long, I wanted his tiny ring eased, I didn't want
him as slack as a yak. All the same he was getting into it, as the thing
expanded he started to moan and roll his head from side to side and to be
honest in the end I gave up as it was now quick fat and probably quite big
enough. He was a boy not a fully fledged street hustler after all.

'Alright, Hiro?'

'I am so hard,' he giggled and that was true, his stiff four incher had
been twitching and jerking up and down on his flat belly every time the
chrome dildo moved in. As it now withdrew for the last time and all the way
he gave a long sigh and smiled at me tenderly, he knew what came next, no
more toys that was for sure.

I moved in closer and dragged his slight body across mine, one of his legs
was under me and the other was still up in the air and I realised that he
was still posed for the webcam but that was fine, he showed no sign of
tiring and it made for easy access (I should put in a dirty laugh there). I
swiped my well annointed glans which was oozing precum against his pucker
and felt the soft circle of flesh give way. 'Aaaaah,' he moaned as my thick
cock entered his delicious heat and was trapped by his tight flesh but I
was in and stayed still for a while. I felt his muscled flex on me and then
relax, at this I began to move, I couldn't wait any longer and this would
be a quick one but we had time for more playing if he wished. The aim now
was to get myself off and also to give him a cum, he needed it, his dark
red gland was shiny and he had the same issue with pre cum that I did, we
were both ripe in a manner of speaking.

I never realised it was so hard fucking hard and fast and wanking someone
slow at the same time. It must be down to rythm but after a while we
settled down and I slowly fucked and slowly wanked at the same time. He was
excellent sex for a kid, he clamped every time I moved in and relaxed when
I withdrew, he didn't smile but stared at his own penis as I jerked it away
and suddenly I felt it go superhard. He gave a little moan and his belly
muscles tautened and he squirted. He did three respectable little boy
squirts onto his tummy and then the standard ooze and he whinced as I
squeezed his foreskin over his knob extracting the last pearly bubble.

'Aaaaah,' he gasped and clamped his bottom as I sped up and spewed an
excellent load into his tight flesh. He wriggled and grinned as I finished
off moving in and out of his oozing boy's fanny. As I slipped free I was
delighted to see his gaping hole slowly close up leaving just the hand
cream messing him and a trickle of my cum from his slimed pucker. I quick
wipe over his rear end and we lay there contented and sated. I licked his
cum from his belly and gave his limpo penis a mouth wash which brought more
giggles and a few more prods.

'Give the camera a wave,' I instructed and he did so just before I switched
off. God knows what it would turn out like but it was over now and I leapt
onto the bed clasping my Hiro tightly, he snuggled in and nuzzled at my
throat like a little dog.

'I like you Daveed,' he whispered.

'I like you too, Hiro. We must do this again.'

'Yes, we must.' I must have glowed. Maybe he said that to all his short
time clients and that was assuming he was on the game but I didn't
care. I'd do a Madam Butterfly, I'd save him from a life of
sin. Yeah... right. We must have laid there for an hour, he didn't have
much to say but he did like a cuddle and we drifted off in a bit of a
snooze until I noticed the time. Time and tide wait for no man is a
particularly trite saying but nevertheless very true. It was four o'clock
and he had to be on his way in two hours but things were stirring down
below.

I rolled him onto his back and he playfully fought me off but his heart
wasn't in it as I pushed his knees down onto his narrow chest exposing his
pucker which seemed a bit puffy and still slippery with our previous
session.

'You can't,' he grinned as if daring me.

'I can,' I slowly wanked my reawakened erection and placed it at his ring.

'Go on then,' he closed his eyes as I entered him and grasped my hips as I
began to move in and out. God, he was fantastic, slick and slippery from
what had gone before but still tight and willing kissing and slobbering at
me as I pounded into his sweet bottom. His Japanese reserve, his facade or
his front had completely gone. I was having sex with a healthy young animal
and he loved it clinging to me like one of those bloody spider monkeys. I
rammed and thrust into his tiny little bottom and eventually climaxed for a
second time in surges of hot spunk. So much, I amazed even myself.

When it was all over I showered him in my big shower paying particular
attention to his tenderised bottom and his shrunken noodle. he stiffened up
again and I managed tro get a mini cum from him before he had to be on his
way.

'Can I see you tomorrow?' I asked hopefully.

'I can't,' he frowned and my heart dropped. 'Not until around two
o'clock... can we watch the film?'

'For what it's worth, I'll put it on a disc,' I grinned and grabbed a
fluffy towel and attacked my own little doll boy with it. There was only
one final act to perform and I did that as he left the house to walk around
home which appeared to be around ten minutes away. I slid a wadge of crispy
yen bills into his hand and he stuffed them into his pocket without
counting, I couldn't care less, I was overpaid and so far he was my one and
only vice. I was looking forward to the following afternoon but for now I
had to have a quick tidy up before my baby sitting duties started.

						....................................................................

Scott

I was looking forward to a pretty boring evening although most evenings in
Tokyo were boring at least they were if you were a Britkid and lived in the
arse end of nowhere. By that I mean the Port Area which isn't the bees
knees if you follow. Being an 'expat' as we got called was OK, you
travelled all over the place and my dad had been in Hong Kong before
here. In Hong Kong I went to an English school and in Tokyo I go to an
American one, a few Britkids there and we keep to ourselves, you can only
stand so much gum and kids looking like cows chewing the cud. The problem I
had was that I didn't have too many friends local, you know, to visit my
nearest pal I had to cycle over half an hour and that's a bit hairy in Jap
traffic, they all drive like loonies.

Anyway, back to Saturday. My mum and dad had an invite to the Ball of the
Century as they styled it and I needed farming out for the night and my
normal babysitter (har har) had let us down.  My mum immediately thought of
the guy who rented the other half of our house, he was a half Jap and half
Brit, more Brit than Jap if you follow. He worked as a quite senior
translator and my dad reckoned he earned a bomb but he wasn't nerdy or
anything like that. To be honest we didn't see much of him, I'd chatted a
couple of times and he was OK, pretty tasty if you're into men which I
hasten to add I'm not. Although if he chatted me who knows... we all have
our little kinks and from the way he walked and taked there might be
something there. Mind you most youngish Japs always strike me as being a
bit femme. I'm fourteen by the way so an obvious expert in the field (joke
there).

Clock was ticking and I was all spruced up to be inflicted on the David
person as that was his name. Dunno what we were going to do all night but
I'd swagged a couple of DVDs and dad said that when he'd called around
earlier he'd seen a load of DVDs and vids in a rack, so we should find
something to watch. Jap TV... don't talk about it and anyway, I only knew
the basics like please and thank you and that was my lot. Dad was on a
fixed contract for five years and after this he hoped to get back to the
jolly ol' UK and get me into a Uni, then again, I wasn't to concerned, I
could go home when I was sixteen, attend Uni when I was old enough and stay
with distant relatives. I was a bit of a fatalist, it normally came right
in the end and if it didn't... it fucked up.

Mum took me around to David's place which had it's own entrance and he
opened up and invited us in. He lived in the top half of his place as his
had been modified so that his garage had taken over where his ground floor
used to be, much more a batchelor pad than ours which was
family. Anyway... Jeez, I have to stop saying anyway. Mum flapped around
telling David that I had my jimjams and washing gear and how smart I was
sticking a couple of DVDs in my bag, really cringy as mum's can get, you
know the score. In the end she went and I was in the tender grasp (to coin
a phrase) of the rather dishy David.

'See you had a Jap kid around today,' I quite cheerfully put my foot right
in it. 'You taking him on.' I was assuming the kid was after a cleaning or
houseboy's job, there's a lot of them oddjob as domestics and more from if
what they say at school is to be belived.

'I had a young Japanese friend around for a couple of hours,' he smiled
tightly. 'Did you know that although Jap is a word in common use, the
Japanese don't particular like it, mind you call them Nips and they go
absolutely ballistic,' he grinned at me after his brief lecture but I
suspected I'd been put in my place.

'Was he after a job?' I perservered being well known as never knowing when
to stop and that's my dad's comment not mine.

'No just socialising, Hiro is a friend's son.' Well, of course he was lying
but I wasn't to know, was I?

'Ah right.'

'I'll show you your room and you can dump your bag,' he led off down a
short passageway and indicated the room at the end which overlooked the
garden. 'OK?'

'Yeah, fine,' I smiled politely. The bed was made, the room was nice and
airy, it smelt of air freshener a bit too much but that would go as the
windows were open.

'You hungry yet?'

'Nah, just had supper but thanks anyway.'

'No probs,' he grinned. 'Make yourself at home, I've got some drinks in the
fridge once you've settled in.' That was it, he upped and left me to it. I
unpacked my overnight bag and got sorted out and in the end was just about
to return to his lounge or whatever and noticed a small digital peeping out
from under the bed. Naturally enough being a nosey bastard I worked the
display. They're all the same these digitals and lo and be-bloody-hold
there's this Jap kid playing around in a park and as I clicked a few more
he was indoors and he was getting stripped off. Jeez, blackmail material
forever. The kid progressed to straight nudes and then a hardon. David must
have been taking the pictures as they then stopped and what David and the
kid had gotten upto was anyone's guess. I clicked the camera off and
slipped it back under the bed only pushing it in a bit more so it wasn't so
obvious. I went to join David with a lot on my mind, you can bank on that,
my head was buzzing and it was with very dirty thoughts. David was a boy
lover, I was staying the night and I was a boy... think about it.

'OK?' He asked as I sat down by the television where there was some totally
naff Jap thing going on. 'Wanna can?'

'Yeah, please.' I didn't know where to put my eyes, all I could see was
that naked Jap kid and worse still all I could think was how nice he
was. If I had half the chance I'd get naked and dirty with him. He wasn't
overpowering in any way and he wasn't a child, about my size and about my
age I reckoned. Even our dicks were similar. I wondered if a bit of gentle
pumping for information was in order. The question was when would David
suspect his camera was missing, or then again why bother, I could always
plead ignorance.

Dave returned with two cans of weak Jap beer which was a bit of an
adventure. 'Hope I can handle it,' I took the can with a thanks.

'I'm sure you can,' he murmured snapping his own can and taking a gulp. The
Japanese kids drink it so it can't be all that strong.'

'Hiro drink it does he?' I pressed on. Jeez, me and my bloody death wish.

'I don't know ,' he smiled. 'You can aks him yourself he's coming around
tomorrow afternoon,' he shot me a rather calculating look. Well, I thought
it was calculating being all hyped up and whatnot. It was then that I
spotted the camcorder by the side of the television.

'Been filming?' Toldya I had a death wish.

'Private stuff,' he grinned although I saw it in his eyes, he'd forgotten
the camcorder was in plain view, he was stuck. Now for the bullshit.

'Mr Fixit,' I managed a dirty snigger.

'What do you mean?'

'Dad says you do a lot of fixing for visiting big wheels and all the rest
of it.'

'Oh yeah, I do,' he relaxed. 'Fact of life in Japan. Hotels, shows,
brothels... Well, you're not a child you must know how it works.'

'Yeah, I know,' I replied confidently. 'Nippon equals Sodom and Gomorrah.'

'A bit over the top,' he laughed. 'But if you've got money most things are
available and guys in your dad's business aren't short of a bit of
cash. They want, I supply, sordid but that's the way it goes in Tokyo.'

'You deal with the Yakusa and that lot,' I was off on a tangent, I wouldn't
mind being a translator myself. You've got to have everyone by the balls
knowing all their languages. Top man.

'The Yakusa,' he smiled. 'I probably deal with them, we all do to a certain
extent but they remain in the shadows, they don't advertise. They cover
most of the vice in Tokyo...' He suddenly stopped. 'Jesus, Scotty, we
shouldn't be talking like this you're only fifteen.'

'About the same as Jiro?'

'Hiro,' he corrected me. 'Yeah, he's fourteen.'

'Likes modelling?' I grinned. I could have kicked myself. Of all the damned
stupid things to say, now I'd really dropped myself in the shit. I could
have the Jap heavy mob chainsawing bits of me in a couple of days. Whatta a
fuckin' idiot I was. I just sat there looking at the TV, the carpet, the
windows, anywhere but at him.

'And if?' He looked at me calmly.

'Nothing,' I mumbled.

'Modelling is equal opportunity, there are boy fans as well as girl fans,'
he replied and I noted that he hadn't denied Hiro's modelling, the problem
is that I didn't think it had finished at modelling. At school we always
discussed the weird ways of the Japs, their girl boys and all the other
things they got upto, the bukaki parties and the rest of it. Mind you all
schoolies talk filth or imagined filth, it's a hobby.

'Do you find escorts for visitors and things like that?'

'When the translating gives me the time,' he smiled. 'Mr Official
Translator first, Mr Unofficial Fixer second... more making incoming
vistors feel at home I suppose.'

'So, you fix people up with girls and whatnots?'

'Dunno about the whatnots,' he grinned. 'I don't do farmyard.'

I laughed and relaxed a little, we seem to have got over the Hiro hump in a
manner of speaking but I was still a bit nervous or maybe I wasn't. I
wanted to press on, I reckoned he'd brought that Jap kid home and done some
dirties and the idea rather fascinated me. He was a looker and as I say, I
was fascinated. I quite liked the look of the Hiro kid or what I'd seen of
him as well. Odd the way an idle mind travels.

He bent down to slip a CD into the machine and I studied him, short cut
black hair as with most Japs or in his case Eurasians, slender with a tight
arse which is something I shouldn't be looking at but I did. Of course I
imagined him in the school showers and felt my nuts give a little
twinge. Jeez, I was getting aroused thinking about a man even if it was a
young man.

'This is an old one,' he clicked the button and the film started, he
settled onto the sofa alongside me and I shook a bit, surely he wasn't
going to attack me but he didn't. He just stretched his legs out and we
watched the idiot box. He was right, it was an old one and a Bruce Willis
one, the one about the comet or asteroid. The American's saving the world
again, what a surprise. I'd seen it yonks ago but it was worth a rewatching
for the Aerosmith music .

'Seen it?'

'Yeah,' I glanced at him. 'But it's a goodie, I like Bruce Willis films
anyway.'

'Let it roll then,' he looked at me sideways. 'What made you link Hiro with
modelling?' he asked straight out of the blue.

'I dunno,' I shrugged acting the innocent.

'Excuse me,' he stood and left the room, I assumed he'd gone to the kitchen
or the toilet but apparently not as he returned moments later. I stared
intently at the screen as I glimpsed the small digital in his hand.

He placed the camera down alongside the webcam and settled onto the sofa
without a word.

'Yeah, you're right,' he continued as if he hadn't left the room. 'Hiro
models a bit on the amateur front. It would be nice to pair him with a Cauc
kid around the same age.'

'Cauc?' It came out as a squeak.

'Caucasian, European... Brit,' he looked at me and smiled. 'About
fourteen... Oh what fun they'd have,' he sounded like the guy from
Hellraiser promising exotic sadistic pleasures for all of eternity.  but
the thought of a roll in the hay with Hiro had got the noodle on the
march. I could feel myself stiffening up at the thought of wrestling and
maybe more with the slender, boyish Jap kid who, incidently, as far as Jap
kids went was pretty good looking.

'Oh, yeah,' my voice kept breaking and I felt the beginnings of a blush
which is the trouble with being fair, you cherry up at the drop of a hat.

'You saw his pictures,' he looked at me and it was a statement not a
question.

'Yeah.'

'This is a three part question,' he grinned. 'Did you like them? Are you
totally and completely indifferent. Are you gonna run to dad and complain
bitterly at funny goings on next door? Honest answer now, Scotty.'

I plucked my bottle together as one does and returned his gaze. 'I wouldn't
do number three, I'm not a grass.' I paused trying to think what to say
next. 'I like them I suppose, if you can have girly nudes why not boy
nudes, he is a good looking kid after all.'

'So are you,' Dave raised his can in a toast which completely took the wind
from my sails. 'You'd make a good pair but first... interested?'

'Yeah.' This time no squeaking, it came out as a growl. Of course I was
bloody interested but I felt as if I was on a slippery slope going to hell
in a handcart sorta thing. I think I knew what his endgame was but just
didn't want to admit it to myself. He hadn't been JUST taking pics of his
little Jap boy, there was more to it than that and I had a pretty good idea
what it was, probably kisses and cuddles, and sucking things, real pooftah
stuff.

'Would you like to watch the camcorder stuff, it's a bit of crap but I just
put it one the sideboard and let it run,' he looked at me earnestly. 'It's
hardcore you need to know that.'

'What, wankies?' The squeak was back.

'Wankies plus,' he grinned quite cheerfully, he had me by the balls and he
knew it. He was reading me like a book, he had me on the run, blah,
blah... he was moving in for the kill.

'Go on,' I growled with a bit of schooly defiance this time. I'd naturally
enough wanked and even done it with a mate, the sight of a dick and a bit
of cum wasn't going to upset me too much.

'Right,' he slipped in front of me managing to clasp my knee on the way, I
twitched and then froze but he moved on. He turned off the DVD and fished
out another CD from a drawer. 'And here's one I coooked earlier,' he
laughed and slipped it into the machine. He grabbed the remote and slipped
back onto the sofa but this time he was close as in right alongside and I
squirmed a bit but I felt excited. Something was going to happen, the night
stay was beginning to get exciting, I took a nervous sip of my cheapo Jap
beer and tried to relax.

Jeeeeeeeezus... I nearly passed out. The opening scene had young Hiro naked
on the bed apart from his sox, he had a nice hardon jerking on his belly
but it was jerking as he also had fingers up his bum slowly working in and
out. I couldn't see Dave in the frame but it didn't need three hundred
guesses who the hand belonged to.

'Too much?' David whispered holding the remote up in a question.

'No, no.'

'Good boy,' David chuckled and relaxed again this time his arm went around
my shoulders but I hardly noticed, I'd sprung an instant stiffy and my eyes
were glued to the screen. The finger shag went on for a bit and then the
fingers were removed and a silvery thing which I assumed was a dildo
appeared and was worked up into Hiro's body and the kid just accepted it
all with a little smile or maybe a smirk now and then. At last I got a full
view of David and I nearly wet my knickers, He was beautiful naked, really
slender and golden toned and his prick was a man sized six inches plus. He
rubbed up against Hiro still working his silver thingy and Jesus
Christ... he dropped his head onto Hiro's stiff meat and started to suck
and take it right into it's root. I nearly passed out, this was super
porn. I'd seen a few odds and ends with friends but this was ace. The
picture was steady enough but clearly Dave kept moving off screen although
Hiro remained dead centre.

'Alright,' David whispered in my ear.

'Yeah,' I whispered and started to tremble, I couldn't help myself, he was
going to make a move and he did. I felt his lips on my cheek and I closed
my eyes momentarily as he kissed me. That was my last chance, it was my
very last opportunity to get to my feet and run and I didn't take it. I let
him kiss me again and I think I did a little moan. He must have been
satisfied as I felt his hand drop lightly onto my groin and I put mine on
his. Sod it, shit or bust, I was going with the flow wherever that may
lead. He slowly moved his hand on the front of my trousers and I just got
harder. The silver thing slipped free from Hiro's bottom and Dave moved
in. My eyes were glued to his hardness as it pushed against the Hiro's tiny
but well relaxed hole and them began to disappear. 'Gawd,' I groaned and
turned to look at David. I don't know whether I wanted him to turn it off
or what but his lips settled on mine and to my horror I felt myself return
his kiss and my hand moved out as if on wires and rested on his crotch. I
could feel his warm hardness through the thin cotton of his local trousers
and I gently squeezed the thing as my eyes swivelled back to the screen.

'Good boy,' I hear him whisper as I watched his image sometimes on screen
and sometimes off shag Hiro and Hiro just lay there with a lazy smile
taking it all. At then end David moved right in and wanked Hiro who seemed
to have gone off the boil but did a decent cum onto his belly, well, it was
a bit better than decent, two squirts and a nice puddle. I didn't see David
cum but when it was all over he slipped from the boy and must have grabbed
the cancorder as you actually see Hiro's gaping hole slowly close and a
trickle of cum appear. You didn't need to be a genius to work out where
David's cum had gone. Hiro gave a broad grin at the end and a little
wave. Fade to black.

I closed my eyes and lay back, David had slid down my zip and his hand was
inside my khakis clasping my painfully stiff erection through the thin
cotton of my briefs. I was lost. I allowed myself to be laid out on the
sofa as he manhandled me around and laid me out. I knew what was going to
happen and I was in his hands literally. The next time he kissed me I held
the back of his neck desperately holding his face to mine and opening my
mouth as his tongue probed. Incredible, my first Frenchy and with a man
mind you my excuse was he was a young man so what the hell. I wriggled
beneath him as he kissed and I felt my waistband go, my trousers open up
and begin to be slid down my legs. God, I was so hard, I was leaking like a
tap and the head was sore with desire, just one touch and I would have
exploded on the spot but he was expert. He jiggled my balls through my
briefs and I felt the urge die a bit as they loosened. He nuzzled at my
neck and I clung to him as I felt my cottom skimpies go down and the cool
evening air on my hot cock. I just prayed he was going to take me into his
mouth as he had done with Hiro, I hadn't got too long to wait.

I wriggled myself confortable as I felt my shirt getting shucked up and
both my trousers and briefs going down past my knees. Dave was taking his
time but I knew where he was going, I had seen the film after all the
difference was that no way was he hitting the end run, at least not this
time around. He kissed and lapped up inside my thighs and took my shrunken
scrotum into his mouth just giving my stiffness an occasional stroke with
his finger but he moved on at last. As my slippery sac slipped from his
mouth he traced up my hard shaft with the tip of his tongue and circled my
jerking and red hot itching glans. He held it's slippery length with two
fingers and slowly and sensually slid his lips down the shaft swallowing
the length and letting my oozing knob to slip into the back of his throat.

I sighed and flopped as a dead man as he started to suck and bob his head
up and down on my stiff prick. This was going to be so quick, I even
imagined I could feel boy spunk boiling in my balls as his hands slipped
under me and he clasped my smooth cheeks as I held his head firmly in
place.

'Oh, my Gawd....' I moaned and went absolutely rigid as I felt my creamy
flow shoot it's burning way up my shaft and slatter into his eagerly
swallowing mouth. 'David...' I gasped and spasmed again as he sucked me dry
and then ticked my sensitive and still swollen knob with his tongue.

'Poor Scotty,' he smiled and rocked back on his haunches by the sofa and
gazed at me as I lay there naked from tit to knee and totally drained. 'I
bet you'd like to go through that with Hiro.'

I wisely (I thought) kept my mouth shut. Of course but with Hiro I'd also
like to shag his tight little Jap arse. I'd seen his photos, I'd seen him
in action and I was in love. Hiro and I could do many things together and
all of them obscene.

'He's coming around tomorrow afternoon,' David continued. 'I'm sure he'd
like to meet you.'

'Do you think so?' I perked up.

'I'm sure so. I may have to go out but I'm sure you'd find something to do
together,' he grinned standing. 'You've got two choices whilst I get some
more beer. Bruce Willis or a Hiro rerun.'

'Easy choice there,' I laughed as I got my clothing sorted out and settled
back with the remote. As he settled in alongside me I clicked the button
and Hiro appeared through the fading snow.

Just before bedtime which he'd been told my my mum had to be eleven or
twelve at the very latest I broached the Hiro subject again.

'You gonna put a word in with Hiro for me, Dave?' See, we'd got really
relaxed now.

'What sort of word?'

'Aw, come on... the word. Like how I'd like to play dirty buggers.'

'Very bold,' he laughed. 'How about you and he playing the 'dirty buggers'
in front of my camcorder?'

'All private and no passing it around?' I asked in my innocence.

'Of course.'

'Yeah, maybe,' I grinned. 'Would he let me go the whole way, you know, like
you did...?'

''Make love to him, you mean?' Odd one there, I thought it was called
shagging, bonking or fucking. Making love was a new one on me.

'Yeah.'

'Funny thing there you know,' he smiled as my face dropped. 'I found out
that Hiro goes both ways, he likes doing other boys, he's not a femme you
know.'

'Oh,' I felt lost. I'd assumed that Hiro was a boy doll and boy dolls don't
fight back or they aren't supposed to. Mind you, on reflection did I want
someone like that or a mate I could do the dirty with and... wait for
it... go and play football, ramble around, cycle a bit, and whatever else
boys of fourteen and fifteen do.

'He is a boy and he has his pride you know,' David reminded me gently. 'He
can have a different relationship with me as he may have with you, it's not
unusual.'

'Would he like me?' I know that sounds soppy but that's exactly what I
said.

'I'm pretty certain, he will, what's not to like?' David smiled. 'We can
discuss Hiro tomorrow before your parents get back.'

He was holding back on something and I was pretty sure what it was. It was
nearly bedtime which translates as crunchtime. I knew he wanted me although
he hadn't made any moves on me yet, perhaps I needed to make a move just to
show I wasn't spurning him or fucking him off to be blunt. I had to go
through him to get to Hiro and I reckoned with my fifteen year old brain
there was a price to pay. I wasn't a complete dummy, I had a pretty good
idea what Dave was after, as they say... my arse was grass and funnily
enough I was looking forward to it. Maybe a little frightened but I was
going to give myself to him but he'd have to learn that like Hiro, I went
both ways and that is certainly followed by a very dirty chuckle. Swings
and roundabouts as they say at school.

'Perhaps I should do a few of you in your birthday suit when you've had
your bath or shower,' he suggested. 'Maybe some in the shower.' How could I
say no, he had given me a blow job after all and I don't think that was the
end of it. It was back to basics, if I wanted Hiro I had to go through
David first and that's the bit that worried me. Still, the worst he could
do was give me another blow and possibly insist that I gave him
one. Jeez... how wrong can you get?

It was getting late and from stirrings in my groin I'd just about recovered
from the sucking so I went to my room and collected my towel and shower
gel, I needn't have worried as his bathroom was fully kitted out with every
lotion and towels of all shapes and sizes. I know the Japanese are obsessed
with bathing and cleanliness and it seemed it rubbed off on David, still
that was no bad thing I thought as I began to strip off. Halfway through he
appeared with the bloody camera and I was on the spot.

The naked bit was the hardest but I managed it by pretending I was in the
school showers and that wasn't too hard as David wasn't exactly a wrinkly,
in fact, the more I saw of him the more I was attracted which probably
accounted for the half hard dangling from my fork. The bastard thing just
wouldn't go down.

'Excellent,' he grinned and lurked in the corner of the huge bathroom. It
had a sunken bath built as an elephant's watering hole no doubt and an open
shower area meaning it had no screen which meant you could hardly crap with
someone using the shower. Well, you could but you'd get a drenching whilst
crapping... great fun. Anyway, I finally got myself naked and very aware of
pervy Dave clocking me got to lathering up. Of course, the soap and the
warmth soon got Mr Penis perking again and I went bold and gave him front
and back's whilst he clicked away. He surprised me a bit when he put the
camera out of harms way and started to strip, at last I was going to see
him in the raw. He was nice, slender verging on skinny but his long dangly
cock was an eye opener (to say the least). It hadn't looked so big in the
film but if Hiro could manage it so could I, I felt a bit better on that
score. It wasn't fully hard but at full stretch with the glans peeking from
the foreskin.

'Have a look at your pictures,' he invited perching his bare bum on the
covered toilet. OK, here we go. I went over with water dripping and dried
my hands off before I playing around with the camera. Nice ones, then again
I was nice, so what?

'You're a very attractive boy,' he murmured from about two inches away and
I felt his bare dry skin press against me. Woops, he'd snuck up on me, what
a surprise. I felt his hands on my hips pulling me closer and then his half
hard meat against my bottom as his warm lips nuzzled at my neck.

Dave,' I croaked as he pressed in tighter against my bum and one hand
snaked around me grasping my half hard making it spring to full hardness in
seconds. 'David,' this time I let myself go and relaxed in his arms as he
rubbed against me and I felt him getting harder and his firm flesh slipped
up and down my back. I felt him moving round and with boyish confidence
thought he was going to turn me around and go for my meat but he didn't, he
spread my legs and I felt his hungry mouth on my bum.

'Jesus, Dave,' I spread my legs and bent slightly grasping a solid shelf
full of junk which was just about at me my level. I groaned and even
giggled a bit as I felt him part my cheeks and his tongue invaded my crack
probing at my hole. Jesus H. Christ as my Yankee schoolmates would say. His
busy tongue probed and lapped at my private place and his hands were busy
as well, one tickling and massaging my scrotum and one grasping my now full
hardon moving it slowly to and fro.

His next move was pretty much as I'd expected one of his hands moved and I
felt fingers at my hole and then with a gently pressure one entered me
probing deep and making with little circular motions. I knew from watching
the film he was tenderising me or easing the ring as he so charmingly put
it earlier on but he was also guiding me down onto the tiled floor, a bit
more guidance and I was away from the shower and parked on my hands and
knees on the towelled carpet by the door.

'You alright with this?' He sorta hovered over me like a giant vampire (if
you can imagine that), he was still working one finger in and out of my
hole and suddenly it was joined by another. I yelped but accepted it as is
was no big deal really. I just felt stretched and filled in a way as he
moved in and out and his other hand still played with my balls. I knew what
was coming.

He slid behind me and his hands moved again, he had it all worked out, he
probably had a textbook somewhere on deflowering virgin boys, the Japs have
textbooks for everything. Both hands were now smothering me with this sweet
smelling oil and I was getting well slippery, I was like a bloody eel and
suddenly I felt his hot cock between my cheeks and tensed up. Jesus, that
was quick, I was expecting a bit more romance but never mind, we did have
all night after all.

I was approaching this like a sort of project. I had the hots for Hiro and
for David to a much lesser extent. I was inexperienced but smart enough to
know what was required for me to get to my main target... and here it
was. One thing was for sure... I was gonna shag his tight little bum before
the night was out. Payback's a bitch, another thing my Yank chums often
say.

Christ, I felt a pressure on my ring like nothing I'd ver felt, it was like
having a good crap in reverse and just about when I thought I was going to
split I felt myself open up and his hot swollen mass just slid into my back
passage. It felt like a bloody great fist but I gritted my teeth like a
true Brit with grit (like it?) and then felt it ease as he entered me even
more and ever so slowly started to move.

'You alright?' He asked anxiously freezing for a moment.

'Peachy,' I snarled. 'Gonna fuck you for this, Dave.'

'Excellent,' he chuckled and holding my hips and starting to play with my
taut belly and my titties he began to move to and fro slowly gaining depth
and guess what? As he opened me up and as his belly came onto my spine and
I felt his warmth and the actual physic bonding I began to like it. I got
the trick of squeezing on him and relaxing and listening to his little
grunts and gasps as I gave him his little treat. What I didn't know was
that he was running a masterclass. We went down onto our sides with him
firmly sheathed in me tightly and he lifted one of my legs right up
stretching me to the point where he slipped down and then he rotated me
like some sorta inflatable stuck on his cock.

I didn't know what he was doing, I was so concerned with his hot cock in my
belly that felt like a bloody great salami and my mind was in a mess. He
was, doing everything we talked about in school in terms of disgust and
loathing and I was rather liking it. In fact, I sqeezed myself on David and
he moaned his pleasure and he was coming up my body, we were face to
face. He smiled at me, kissed my and my legs slipped down onto my back. I
was under him like a stuffed chicken and it was great, he was now
plundering my well stretched fanny slowly but getting faster. I would have
preferred in on a softer bed but never mind, the night was young and this
sort of thing could get addictive. 'Yeah, go on, Dave,' I growled and I
meant it. My hardness was jerking on my belly and I was desperately willing
it not to pop as he shagged away my virginity.

He moved in tighter and I slipped up so that he was basically fucking down
into my cherry and plunging deeper and deeper, too soon it was all over, I
felt his length seem to swell and then it throbbed and I actually felt the
thing pump and the feel of hot splats in my guts, A warm slipperyness and
then an easing as I felt more of his squishy fluid enter me and I even felt
it trickle down onto my tailbone. He gently moved in and out now and gently
kissed me as my legs slipped down his back. He looked at me, smiled and
kissed me and I felt his softening cock slide from my belly in a gush of
cum. As I lay there shattered and with my mind in a turmoil he ducked his
head and took my stiff prick in his mouth. I cum almost instantly and
whined my frustartion. God, I wanted so much to fuck, probably, on
reflection to prove I wasn't some sort of femme more than anything else.

He looked at me with my spunk glistening on his lips and kissed me again. I
didn't care, I'd gone past the stage of disgust, I just savoured his tongue
in my mouth and tasted my own spunk, creamy, slimy and not nasty at
all. Wow, times had changed indeed, I was a fully paid up perv. Hiro here I
cum.

'Now, you've got rid of that load...' he stared at me and quickly kissed my
nose. 'You'll take a bit longer tonight in bed.'

'Gotcha,' I grinned and wrapped my arms around his sweaty body.

						...........................................................

David

Well. against all expectations Scott had turned out a first class baby to
sit. I'd broken every one of my own self imposed rules about fouling my own
nest and gone for it. The key was the camera. That was the tester. I knew
he's see it on the floor and being a nosey teeny he had to peep... his
reaction had been the key. As soon as he scuttled into the lounge and
perched looking like like butter wouldn't melt in his pretty little mouth I
knew I had him and in the end I did.

The fact that he was absolutely hooked on Hiro was a bonus. I knew, like it
or not, he'd do anything to get to my little Japanese playmate. Spot on, he
did. I gave him a bj to get things moving and in the bathroom he was easy
and he was blinding sex. Talk about a natural, over the course of the night
he took and gave like an eager student which he was but a good student, no
drop out here. He was insatiable, he did me around midnight and then again
in the early hours and we finished the night off just before breakfast with
me topping him in the bathroom again. I was keeping my fingers crossed that
he and Hiro got on but at the end of the day that was upto them. They were
both randy teeny boys so why not?

His earlier remark about Hiro being a cleaner or houseboy had started a
train of thought and I was determined to follow it through. If I could
offer a schooly as well as myself to Hiro I could be in clover, apart from
having two kids at my beck and call. Evil or what?

Scotty's mother and father collected him around eleven by which time the
place was all spick and span, we were, in fact poking around in the little
pool I had in the garden. I'd never used it and it was far too small to be
called a swimming pool but was big enough to wallow in, maybe built for
Japanese midgets, it was secluded and that was the main thing. We'd just
finished cleaning it out when they arrived and were looking a tad dusty and
sweaty, not quite what they'd expected on a Sunday morning.

'Got him working I see David,' Dad smiled although mum didn't look too
happy at Scott looking slightly grotty. She should have seen him around
midnight.

'I'm coming around later to see Hiro,' Scott jumped in feet first.

'Who's Hiro?' Dad looked mystified.

'A younster I'm interviewing for an oddjob boy or houseboy, just to keep
the place shipshape when I'm busy,' I provided. They both nodded as they
already used a local cook and cleaner to take care of the menial tasks they
couldn't be bothered with. With their inflated wages a couple of servants
were no problem and most monied expats had servants so they saw no problem
with me having an aide even if he was a boy.

Scotty trooped off with them giving me a craft wink on the way and the last
I saw was his tight little bottom as he disappeared around the side of the
house onto their own territory. I gave the pool a few more prods and pokes
and in the end decided it might be a tester for Hiro. A careful observation
and I determined that it was, in fact, totally secluded. You could fill it
with baby oil and wrestle around with four or five boys, it was big enough
but maybe the imagination was working overtime. I needed rest, I also
needed to sort out the afternoon's running order. I liked Hiro and I liked
Scott but I had to be careful, I had plans for them both and they needed to
be chums not antagonists although that was hardly likely. It was time for
Mr Fixit to fix it.

Fortunately, Hiro came around earlier than anticipated and this time he'd
lost the little boy look. He had scruffy jeans on with grotty trainers but
he had a squeaky clean t-shirt and a Nike baseball cap, he must collect
them. He was past his original shyness as well he should be after
yesterday's performance. He gave me a sweet smile and hovered politely
until I invited him in.

'You gave me far too many yen yesterday, Mr Daveed,' he looked at the
carpet as he perched on one of my armchairs.

'An advance on your houseboy's wages.' I risked.

'Uh,'he looked at me in surprise, so much for the inscrutable
Japanese. 'Houseboy?'

'I work long and odd hours,' I started my hard sell. 'I can use someone I
trust to look after the place, clean up, dust around, etc,' I smiled. 'Look
after my needs and maybe Scott's...'

'Scott?' He was back to the blank face, the inscrutability bit.

I passed the camera over. 'My next door neighbour's son, he likes you.'

He smiled politely and fiddled with the camera. He stared at it and pushed
the buttons and finally looked at me beaming. 'Wow! He likes me?'

'Yeah, very much.'

'I like him,' he gave a really big grin. 'Very much.'

'Excellent,' I sighed with relief. That was the first hurdle done
with. 'About the job?'

'I could work after school sometimes but I have homework. I could work some
of the weekend' He looked at me and gave me his polite smile.

'Good, we can work something out... no rush.' I held my arms out and he
came across and sat on my lap and snuggled in. Dontcha just love polite and
obedient Japanese teenies.

					...............................................................

Scott

I'd been spying from my bedroom window for an hour or so and I hadn't seen
Hiro. I could only oversee a small portion of David's path so I could have
missed him.  My mother and father had cross examined me regarding the
sleepover and I'd told a pack of lies naturally enough but they were
happy. I think David was being organised for future babysiting ops, he
didn't charge, the others did. I was all for it but kept my peace. Crafty
boy.

They were having a Sunday afternoon nap after their all night jigging and
jiving session and I was waiting patiently, well not all that patiently but
you know what I mean. David had said that he would ring about three or four
and I'd fixed with my parents that I'd be in his place and would return for
our Sunday evening dinner at around eight so I had allowed myself stacks of
time to play with Hiro or David or both. Mr Organisation they call me, I
must be picking up Jap habits. Sorry, Japanese I mean.

I was sitting in our lounge and made a grab for the phone as soon as it
rung.

'Scott.' I covered the mouthpiece, I didn't want to wake my parents.

'That was quick,' David laughed. 'I've taught Hiro some English.'

'Have you?' I looked at the phone wondering what he was babbling about.

'Listen...'  There was a mutter and then a fresh voice.

'Would you like... to have... me,' There was a giggle. 'Right now.'

'Damn right,' I put the phone down and raced from the house and tore upto
David's front door.

'Welcomes, sair...' The scruffy kid who opened up smiled at me shyly and I
didn't even recognise him for a moment and then I did.

'Hiro?'

'Yais,' he managed and then reverted to his native tongue inviting me in I
suppose.

'I wanna fuck you silly,' I grabbed his lithe body and he squealed.

'Yais, yais,' he fled up the stairs with me in hot pursuit. David was at
the top and he gabbled a quick sentence in Japanese.

'I've just translated what you said,' he grinned. Well, I'd guessed that as
Hiro was the other side of the room loking at me with something like
awe. Perhaps his mates weren't so outspoken.'Look, I've told Hiro but I'll
tell you now. I have to go downtown in half an hour so I'm going to get you
two acquainted and run. You'll have to enjoy yourselves on your own. I have
left a rather good phrase book on the table.'

'Uh,' I looked at him and wondered. Was this for real or just a little
ploy? No matter, it suited me, I'm sure Hiro and I were going do so some
wonderful things, I could see the way he was looking at me virtually
undressing me on the spot.

'Why don't you share a shower and I can take a couple of pictures for my
collection and leave you alone,' David looked at me and smiled. 'This is
genuine, Scott. Just leave when yourself and Hiro are happy and for
information he will be working here Tuesday and Thursday evenings and
Saturday most of the day.'

'Wowsie wow,' I looked at Hiro and he grinned. It seemed some things didn't
need translating. 'Let's shower.' Keen? Of course I was keen, I expect
David had already been dabbling but I didn't care, I wasn't proud. Anyway,
as far as dabbling goes, we'd been dabbling all night.

David spat a phrase at Hiro and Hiro left at the rush heading towards the
bathroom, I followed in hot pursuit.

David was as good as his word, he took his half a dozen pictures and he was
on his way. I didn't even notice, I was having the treat of a lifetime. I
suppose I've dreamt on various occasions of showering with the boy or girl
of my dreams but this was in real life. All Hiro's reserve had disappeared
as if by magic. We writhed and wriggled together so much we nearly tied
outselves in knots. The absolute dreamlike sensation of his firm soap
sheened body slippery against mine and his solid four inch spike mashing
into my groin was too much, I was boiling over and as soon as I heard the
door close and David leave I dragged the giggling boy from the shower. We
didn't need a translator, I lay him on the well used carpet and crouched
over him taking his still, jerking meat into my mouth. As he lay there and
I bent over him he tugged my hips down taking in my leaking cock and
sucking it like a lolly... it wasn't going to last long but we had all
afternoon.

I reached under him and grasped his slippery buttocks all the while sucking
his stiff prick and gently fucking into his mouth. He, for his part juggled
my tight balls and I felt his hand sneak to my rear and yowsers, one of his
fingers was in my hole and he was finger fucking me. As David had said, we
didn't need a translator.

We went onto our sides in the end and slowed down a little but it was no
good, I could feel my cum boiling and it did what cum does. I came in
spurts and he gobbled and swallowed all the time thrusting his finger into
my hole and wreaking havoc on my prostate, I thought I was going to come
for ever but I felt him sucking my balls and knew that I was done. I kept
on at him and suddenly he stiffened and my mouth was full of his sweet
slime, I worked his foreskin up and down and extracted the last pearly drop
from his squeezed up foreskin and we fell back onto our backs.

'Mmmm... Slotty,' he whispered and slipped on top of me, he was sweaty and
slippery and I forgave him mutilating my name as I ran my fingers into his
crack and holed in one. 'Aaaaah,' he wailed and clamped hard, my fingers
felt as if they were surrounded, as if they were in a velvet vice as I
returned a bit of finger fucking and he loved it. No more Mr Shy Guy, he
was all over me and I loved it.

'Finish,' I muttered and dragged him to his feet, he clearly didn't
understand but we continued with our shower and then played the drying
game. He was beautiful, his skin was that delicate dusky brown which I
found out later meant that he did like his sunbathing. His body was
flawless, if he had one imperfection I couldn't find it and he was just as
interested in my body exploring most of it with his sweet lips as we
indulged in David's big fluffy towels.

We eventually went back into the lounge naked in the cool afternoon air and
sat poring through the phrase book, it was a bit of a laugh and was in the
romanji style but apart from classics like open, shut, door, window, and
some long winded phrases on how to find a taxi it was exceedingly short on
phrases like 'I'd like to shag you to death'. Still, that one didn't need
translating, once we'd both built up a head of steam we'd be at it. We both
knew that and he made the first move. He suddenly shot off leaving me
sitting there and he was back a minute later with two cans of Coke. He
grabbed my hand and we were on our way and guess where? The bedroom... you
got that in one.

He pulled open a bedside drawer displaying oils and ungents, also assorted
dildos including the silver thing I'd seen on film and once he was
satisfied that I was upto speed on this lot he slipped under the light
bedspread and flipped it back making room for me to settle in. I gave him
what I imagined was a wolfish grin and slid in promptly clasping his still
damp body in a tight cuddle. We kissed. It was nice and gentle until we
both lost it and went for the tongue tango. I can't describe what it was
like having my very first boy, his firm and muscular body against mine, his
baby pecker coming to life and the feel of that bubble butt of his... now
there's one American expression that I thoroughly approve of and it suited
his. It was perfect, the texture of his skin, the firmness, the mystery of
his tight crack which to pun I was gonna crack pretty soon. Mind you, I
might let him go first, I didn't care, I was besotted. He was fuckin'
beautiful and if he was a boy prossy, I couldn't give a toss.

In fact we snoozed but not for long, when I sorta surfaced I was hard again
and so was he. I pushed against him and he gave a litle mumble and turned
to face me. He cracked a grin and I knew he was fully awake. I really
didn't know how to go about this and tried to nudge him onto his belly but
he was one jump ahead. He lay on his back and manhandled me until I was
laying atop him and my stiffness was between his smooth legs. He then
parted them and with hand movements got me to kneel, his next stunt was to
produce a tub of a sweet smelling and very smooth oil, more like a jelly
really and he carefully and very sensually coated my jerking meat until it
was like an oiled spike. My glans actually bulged and almost glowed as he
wanked me slowly and then as a grand finale he raised his knees to his
chest.

He smiled encouragingly as he put the tiniest of smears onto his little
hole making it gleam and seem to wink at me. I didn't need any further
guidance, I'd got the plot by now but what he didn't know that I was now so
carried away I was going to give him exactly the same in return. My little
Japanese boy geisha was getting going to get to top a Brit boy before he
split.

This was it, my virginity was soon to be a thing of the past, you know I
wasn't counting David, this was the real thing... a virginity taken in
love. He held my oily member as I guided it down to his smooth little
pucker and pressed against it slightly, I felt it yield and as he continued
to smile I pushed a little harder and felt him open up and I entered his
warmth and tightness, surprising tightness I should add as David had been
shagging him. He was as tight as a little girl (not that I'd really know)
but I gasped with the pleasure and almost blacked out as I moved into his
body and felt his heat and his absolute submission to my advances. Halfway
into his tightness I began to fuck and he sighed and his legs slowly came
up and wrapped around me resting in the small of my back. We were making
love and I kissed him with butterfly kisses as I moved in and out of his
deliciously tight and slick hole. I was in heaven.

He said something in his native tongue and grabbed my neck pulling my head
down and we kissed again fiercely as I really began to shag, I reached
under his body clasping his little bottom pulling him onto my thrusts. His
four incher was jerking up and down on his belly and it was actually oozing
a silvery threat of his boy juice and he had an expression of pure bliss on
his face.

'Yais, yais,' he yelled as I went for the end game and pumelled his boy bum
with all my might until I felt the heat and the burning.

'Jesus,' I moaned as I felt my spunk shoot up my cock and into his tight
and now writhing body. It was done, I slowly moved to and fro oozing more
cum but now on a coating of my own juice. Remarkable seeing we'd only cum a
couple of hours previously, still, that's love for you. His legs slid down
my sweaty back and I lay on him and his hardness as my relaxing cock slid
from his hole accompanied with a trickle of cum. He grinned and we just lay
there smiling and kissing.

I think and I hoped that he felt the same that I did.

In the end we reversed positions and with some trepidation I raised my
knees exposing my all and he gave me a huge grin, perhaps he didn't think
I'd go bottom but he knew now. I got the full treatment this time, the
oiled finger, the torture of a thousand kisses and nibbles, the double oily
finger and when I was nicely relaxed he took me. Since then I've taken a
lot more than his modest four inches of slippery boy cock but at that time
it felt huge, filling and absolute joy as I felt him take me all the way.

I was in love, what a silly bastard, I was in love with a Japanese kid slut
but he wasn't that to me. He was Hiro and after the initial shock of his
entry was over I lay back and enjoyed his movements and the incredible
ultimate when he jerked, pumped and spent his creamy cum deep inside my
gut.

'I love you, Hiro,' I felt myself mutter as we lay together and his
shrinking noodle slipped from my cum drenched hole. 'Love you.'

'Yais,' he grinned. Jesus. I'd have to teach him some English but for now I
didn't care.

'Yais,' I dragged his head down for some more of his sweet lips, I was
hungry, hungry for Hiro.



				  THE END




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