David

Tales from Japan

Street Rat

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My name is Darrin. I stand five foot even [1.50 m], long red hair tied into a ponytail, green eyes, fair skin, and I am twelve years old. I know, I'm too young to be on the streets but I am. Not by choice either. I know these streets fairly well, having traveled through them with my father when he was assigned here. My father was a roving reporter, and his boss assigned him here when I was young, just barely six years old. I was eager about moving here to Japan and my father was happy that I was looking forward to it. We moved into a nice house in a nice neighborhood on the south side of Yokohama. The school I went to there was fairly strict, but I didn't mind. I liked the teachers there and the other kids accepted me once I demonstrated an eagerness to learn the language and the customs and culture. I learned the language within the first year I was here, now being able to read, write, and speak Japanese. I was even on the school soccer team once the coach discovered my soccer skills. They took the game much more seriously than the kids I knew back home in Texas. I loved my life here.

When I turned eleven, things changed rapidly. Dad suddenly disappeared one night and never came home. I stayed at the house and tried to keep the appearances up as best as I could until the police knocked on the door a few days later and told me they had found Dad and that he was dead. I don't remember much after that but I do remember Japan Child Services showing up and taking me to a home with a bunch of kids in there. Once that got out, my friends at school suddenly stopped being my friend. That puzzled me greatly until someone told me that I was considered white trash now that I was living at that particular house. Naturally that caused me to get pissed off and I got into quite a few fights over that. The day I got thrown out of school I decided to leave. I walked away from the house with just the clothes on my back. I fell in with a street gang and learned how to survive by picking pockets, begging, and running a con. They even tried to get me to go with men and I resisted that to no avail. The first time I got fucked I screamed until my throat was raw. They had to hold me down while the man shoved his cock up into me. I swore revenge and managed to beat up the gang leader good. Since then I've discovered that I liked boys and eventually discovered my gay orientation. I really went through some soul searching over that and eventually decided it wasn't so bad being gay. I really liked Japanese boys. I thought they were really cute. I went to the other side of Yokohama and sold myself a few times and got some good money out of it. I needed to survive. It was the only way.

The next morning I got up and started walking towards the lower business area where the warehouses were. On the way I stopped to look at the ocean. It was a fairly nice day for late fall. I smelled the fresh salt air and wondered what it would be like to be on a ship as a cabin boy but I knew it would never happen. There was too much against me. I sighed and continued on down to the docks area and found the warehouses there. I walked around until I found one that looked like it was in good shape. I got in through a broken window and explored the place. It looked like it hadn't been used in some time. What amazed me the most was that there was power still in the place to run some of the lights. I wandered into what was the office area and noted it looked nicer here. So I settled into one of the smaller offices and then went looking for blankets. I found a stack of what looked like thick padding and discovered it would make great blankets to keep me warm. I settled down for the night and decided to go looking for food in the morning. That was the next item on the list.

I stayed in the warehouse for a month until I had to get out. In the month I had lived in the warehouse I had fixed up two rooms in there. One was on the ground floor that became my working room. I set it up with a comfortable full sized bed with sheets and blankets on it and brought all my johns here. Once I got a bit of money, I had one of the men go and get me a set of wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, and a black leather collar with a leash for it. The man who bought them for me taught me the Art of Bondage and I enjoyed it to an extent. I didn't really get into the S&M part of it because I didn't like pain to make me get off. The man showed me that bondage could be fun and pleasurable. Something about having an intense orgasm while being tied up really appeals to me.

The second room was upstairs next to a fire escape. I had it set up with another bed and kept my clothes, a small escape pack with the bare essentials (had a second one hidden in case I couldn't reach that one), and a stash of canned food. I never said no to a real meal someplace or a night in a hotel room where the john would bathe me clean before sex. I entertained quite a few men in the warehouse and some of them even returned for more. Some did the old slam, bang, and thanks kid number on me and there were a few that took their time to really enjoy having sex with me. Those I tried my best to please, hoping they would come back and some actually did.

I remember one guy who stands out clearly in my mind from that time in the warehouse. He was a very touchy feelie guy and I liked that. The first time I encountered him I had been out on the street just cruising around not really looking for anyone to play with and he walked up to me while I was checking out some knives in a shop window. He smiled down at me when I looked up at him.

"Hello, having a good evening?" he asked pleasantly.

I smiled back. This guy was cute! He was well dressed, too.

"Yes I am. Just out on a prowl," I replied.

He smiled as my stomach suddenly growled. "How about some food?"

I blushed as I replied, "Sure."

He led me to a small noodle stand and we placed our orders for a noodle meal. That little stand made the best beef noodle bowls I've ever had. He paid for the meal and we retreated to a far table and sat down. I watched his face as we ate. He seemed real nice and I decided if he made a play I'd bite.

"So what's a nice kid like you doing on the street?" he asked with concern.

I hesitated for a moment and then told him my story. He took my hand into his and squeezed it gently as I told him every thing.

"I am sorry to hear of your loss, Darrin. My name is Yuki. I wish I could help you but I am in a position where I would be looked upon with suspicion if you were to suddenly appear by my side. I am one who enjoys pleasure with a young man every now and then. Might you have a place we could play at?" he asked with a smile.

I led him back to the warehouse and we got inside with no problem. Once in the working room he looked around and nodded.

"Very clean," he said.

I looked up at him. "This was the cleanest one I could find. Sorry it's not much."

Yuki stepped up to me and smiled as he put his hand on the right side of my cheek. "It will do just fine."

I started to undress but he stopped me. "No. Undress me first, but do not take my boxers off. I want the pleasure of undressing you."

I followed Yuki's orders and undressed him first, carefully folding his clothes properly and placing them on the table. I stood in front of him as he sat on the bed and motioned me forward. He pulled my baseball cap off first and slowly ran his fingers through my long hair. It wasn't quite past my shoulders yet. He did it slow and in a very sensuous manner that turned me on.

"Your red hair turns me on. I can imagine it being down to the middle of your back and tied into a ponytail. That looks so sexy on a boy," he whispered to me.

He then reached for the buttons on my shirt and slowly undid each button, pulling the shirt apart as he went. I wasn't very muscular, being on the slim side. My chest was a little bit developed having just started puberty, and my stomach was flat with the beginnings of a six-pack of muscle in my abdomen.

"Oh, you are so beautiful," Yuki whispered as he ran his fingertips over my torso lightly, making me shiver.

He knew just how to touch. Yuki turned me sideways and used his right hand on my back while he used his left hand on my torso.

"I like the sprinkling of freckles all over you. Makes you look so hot," he moaned into my ear.

I had freckles all over me, a light dusting of them on my face, a bit heavy on my arms, and a medium dusting of them over my torso and back. I used to hate them, but ever since that episode I like them now. He wasn't the only man who found them erotic on me. There were a few others as well.

Yuki had me sit on the bed and he removed my shoes, one at a time and sniffed the inside of them. He smiled at me as he reached for my feet.

"I like the smell of boyfeet inside their shoes, socks, and on their feet," he explained to me.

He pulled off the left sock first and sniffed it, and then did the same with the right foot. Yuki sat on a low stool I had found somewhere and raised my right foot to his face. I felt his nose brush the bottom of my foot as he sniffed it. He took his time in smelling my right foot and then he did the same with my left foot. Then he started to lick my foot. I have heard of people doing that but never realized how good it could feel. I lay back and let the feelings rise up. I felt his tongue work in between my toes and all over my left foot. Then he picked up my right foot and gave it the same treatment, even sucking on the toes as well. That was the first time I ever encountered a man with a foot fetish and it was a very interesting experience.

He had me stand up once more and he unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall to the floor and I stepped out of them. I was wearing a pair of ice blue Speedos because I had planned on going to the indoor swimming pool that evening. He smiled when he saw them on me.

"Oh very sexy," he said as he pressed the palm of his hand against the growing bulge in the pouch of the Speedos.

Did I mention I was well endowed for a twelve year old? I have a six-inch [15 cm] cock with its foreskin still intact. It covers the head of my cock and leaves just enough of the tip and the piss slit showing. Seeing that turns me on.

Yuki pulled just the front of my Speedos down and my hard cock came up and slapped my lower abdomen. It stopped at a slight upward angle. I heard Yuki draw in his breath at the sight of it.

"Oh my God," he whispered to himself. "A true prize to enjoy."

Yuki slowly pulled the Speedo off me and had me slowly rotate so he could look at me.

"Darrin, you are a true beauty," he said. "I'm going to enjoy you."

I smiled at him. "I'm glad you like me, Yuki. I'll do my best to please you."

He grinned at me. "Now get on your knees and take my boxers off me."

I did just that. Yuki was well endowed himself, possessing a ten inch [25 cm] cock. I held it in my hands and slowly jacked him off. He put his hands on my head and gently pushed my head towards his abdomen and I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth and let his big mancock in. I went to work and skillfully sucked him off the best I could. Yuki moaned as he shot his load into my mouth. It tasted sweet as the man's juice slid down my throat.

"Mmmmm. So sweet," I said as Yuki smiled.

I stood up and he bent over to kiss me. He hugged me close to him for a moment and then had me lie down on the bed on my back.

"Do you have a bit of rope or something?" he asked.

I got off the bed and reached into the box next to the bed and showed him the leather restraints. Yuki grinned and then put each one on me and had me stretch out on my back once more. I had gotten some snap hooks and attached some D rings to the wood futon frame so the men could restrain me there if they so wished. Yuki got me secured to the frame and then started touching me in ways I never thought possible. Like I said, he was a very touchy feely guy and I loved being touched by him. He got me so fired up from his touches. He must have spent a whole hour touching me all over. He teased my cock with his fingertips, making me crazy with the desire to cum. He finally leaned over me and sucked my hard cock into his mouth. Yuki did it slow and deliberate, bringing me to the edge time and time again until I finally exploded into his mouth. I shivered as I felt the ripples race through my cock and into his mouth. That was the most intense cum I'd ever had. It wouldn't be the last either.

Yuki lay on the bed next to me for a bit and played with my still moist nipples he had chewed on before sucking me off. I caught my breath and turned my head to face him and we kissed. I could taste my cum on his mouth and tongue. Yuki smiled as he released me from my bondage and then turned me over onto my stomach, placing two folded pillows underneath my hips, raising my ass enough to expose my boyhole to him. Yuki resecured me to the futon and then gently brushed his fingertips down the center of my back making me hiss in pleasure. He continued to brush his fingertips all over my back, ass, and legs, even the bottoms of my feet. I can't tell you what a turn on that was. You have to experience it to understand.

Next thing I knew he pressed his face in between my ass cheeks and was licking my boy pussy. I shivered and cried out in passion. That turned me on even more. I felt his breath on my balls and my hole as he licked it out. Yuki spent quite a bit of time eating me out and I loved it.

"Do you have any lubricant?" he asked me.

"The box," I gasped out loud.

I felt the bed move as he went to get it. He sat back down and spent a few minutes working my boyhole, stretching and lubricating it for the fucking I knew I was going to get from him. I felt the bed move as he moved between my spread apart legs.

"I'm going to ride you now, Darrin. I'm going to fuck you with my hard mancock," he whispered into my ear.

"Oh please!" I whined.

Yuki did just that. He put the head of his cock into my wet lubricated slicked hole and pushed. I felt the head of his cock open me up and slide inside. I closed my eyes and relaxed as I felt his cock slowly invade me. He finally bottomed out and he sighed.

"How nice. You took nine inches [23 cm] into you, boy. Now just relax and let me do all the work," Yuki said.

He started fucking me in long slow strokes, taking his time to drive his cock back into me slowly. Oh God it felt so good! Yuki fucked me slow for a few minutes and then started to increase the speed until he was really riding me, slamming his cock into me hard.

"YES! YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME!" I cried out as Yuki kept thrusting into me harder and faster.

I heard him snarl like an animal in heat and then shove into me very hard and hold himself there. I felt the ripples go through my anal muscle and I knew he was cumming.

"I'm going, Darrin. I'm going inside of you now," he said in a soft voice.

He did that twice more before he sighed with relief. He slowly pulled out of me and then examined my hole to make sure I wasn't bleeding. Yuki released me from my bondage and took me into his arms and we kissed once more. He brushed the hair out of my face and smiled.

"Thank you for the pleasure," he said.

I sighed and then slowly fell asleep in his arms. When I woke the next morning, he was gone. He left a note and a huge wad of yen on the little table next to the bed.

"Thank you, Darrin for the good time. May your karma always be good," I read out loud as I held the wad of yen in my hand.

I never saw him again.

Like I said, I stayed in the warehouse for a month until a construction crew arrived one morning and I got out before they saw me. I watched from a distance as they brought in equipment to tear down the place. As I turned around, a man in his mid twenties stood behind me.

"What do you want?" I asked him.

He smiled. "I would guess by your appearance that you are a street rat."

"So what if I was?" I asked.

"Well, you need a place to stay for the rest of the winter. I have a place nearby. I am an artist of sorts and I need help in my shop. My clients are very discrete and no one would tell that you are there," he said. "You come?"

I saw a cop car coming. "Yes. Let's get out of here before that cop sees us."

I followed the man to his car and got in. We didn't go too far, his place was on the edge of the warehouse area. He used his remote to open the gate and then the roll up to park the car. He grinned at my reaction.

"Very convenient," he laughed.

He took me upstairs and I found out what kind of artist he was. He was a tattoo artist. He guided me to his living area beyond the workrooms. "This is where I live."

It was nice and orderly. He lived simple, preferring plain and simple furniture to fancy stuff. It all appealed to me. He offered me food and I ate, glad to fill my stomach.

"My name is Kazuki. As you have seen, I am a tattoo artist. It is how I make my living. If you want to stay here, I ask of you a few things. Assist me, pillow with me, and serve me. When springtime comes, I must move on. Regrettably you cannot come with me," he said. "What you get in return is food and a place to sleep."

I accepted the deal on the spot.

I stayed with Kazuki for the rest of the winter. I worked hard for him, doing exactly what he wanted. Kazuki was gentle with me in his bed, teaching me many things about gay sex. I learned the fine Art of Pillowing from him. It would be skills I would use many nights to please the men who would pick me off the streets. I knew how to please men or so I thought. He taught me so much more that I eventually discovered that what I thought I knew wasn't enough. He showed me how to touch, brushing the tips of the fingers across the skin just so, how to bring off a man with hand and fingertips, the best way to suck cock including the technique of moving the tongue inside the foreskin prior to sucking cock, the best way of rimming and licking out the anus, how to really slow fuck for pleasure, how to effectively use my anal muscle to give the insertor great pleasure, how to moan effectively to arouse the man even more, and so much more. I learned a great deal form him.

I also learned even more drawing skills from him and became quite good at what I drew. I eventually asked him to tattoo me. Kazuki grew serious and sat me down for a long conversation about the matter. Piercing me was one thing (he had pierced my right ear twice, putting a diamond stud and a gold hoop there, and a smaller gold hoop through my right nipple), tattooing me was another. He wanted me to be absolutely sure I wanted to be tattooed.

"Once they are on you, they will never come off. You need to be very sure about this," he stated. "The image must be one you really like. There is no changing your mind later. I urge you to think about this."

I did as I worked in the shop. I got in the habit of wearing a mawashi around the place. It was so much more comfortable, held me better than brief underwear, and got me a few offers. Kazuki set up a room to the side with a bed in it so I could pleasure men and many of them went away very happy. I eventually settled on two designs I had drawn. One was a young rat wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a baseball cap worn backwards with a shock of hair over the face and a ponytail going down his back. The second one was a Japanese Dragon in multicolors. The rat would go on the left side of my back and the dragon would go on the right side of my chest. Kazuki studied my designs and approved. For four hours a night, Kazuki slowly tattooed the images on my body. It didn't hurt that much, but Kazuki strapped me down very tight to the table while he did them. The night he finished them to his satisfaction, I inspected them in the mirror. He did an amazing job. Every little detail was perfect. The gold hoop in my right nipple looked so hot next to the dragon. Even the clients were amazed. I paid Kazuki back by taking him to bed and giving him the ride of his life. I know he was a happy man.

We went our separate ways in early spring. It wasn't so cold anymore and I left his place with money in my pocket. I eventually drifted back into the area where I first met the gang. One of the kids spotted me.

"Darrin! You're alive!" he exclaimed as we walked down the street.

"You're looking good, Tiny. What's happened?" I asked.

After I had beaten up the gang leader nobody trusted him anymore, not even the local Yakuza. He was eventually arrested for carrying drugs and sent to the reformatory for five years. I shook my head.

"So now what?" I asked.

"The gang is run by majority vote. Very fair, very safe. Everyone get their say and then we vote on the issue," the little boy said.

We hopped a bus and rode to the older section of Yokohama and I followed him to a run down house. Everyone was glad to see me. Once the rest of the gang was assembled, I told my story and where I had been. I even showed off my tattoos.

"Those are awesome, Darrin. You drew those yourself?" Tiny asked.

"Yup. Kazuki then tattooed them on me," I replied.

Tiny scratched his head. "Just how good are your artist skills?" he asked.

"Fair," I responded.

"We'll be the judge of that," Tiny said. "You draw a picture of a samurai and we'll look at it. After you do that, then I'll tell you why I asked."

I was assigned to a room and given what I needed and I got busy. Three days later I presented the picture to Tiny and the crew. They stood there completely speechless.

"Dude, that is so awesome!" Tiny exclaimed once he snapped out of his trance. "Reason I asked for this is that there is a street festival in two week's time. How about you working a booth drawing people and maybe face or body paint? Lot of yen to be made, Darrin."

I agreed instantly. I had loved to draw ever since I was little and Kazuki had seen the potential in me and skillfully brought it out of me. Now I was going to get the chance to make it happen for real. I spent the next few days getting what I needed for the festival.

The day of the festival dawned bright and clear. The weatherman said it would be nice and warm and that made me happy. We got down there and set up the booth. Tiny would be my assistant. He got his name because of his size. He was twelve like me, but stood only four foot [1.20 m] even and weighed about seventy pounds [32 kg] soaking wet. He was very skinny as well. He was one of those kinds of people who ate like anything and never gained a pound. I considered him a friend from the first day I met him. Now he was going to help me in this very legal enterprise.

The first customer was a man dressed in a samurai outfit, complete with the two swords. I bowed and offered him the chair. He sat down and nodded. I looked him over and then got to work. Tiny made sure he was comfortable in the half hour it took me to create the picture. Finally it was done and I turned it around to show him and the crowd that gathered. The man blinked at the sight of it.

"It is very well done," he said.

I had drawn him sitting on the stool in the costume with the two swords and in the background was a small tent off to the side with a banner with the crest on his samurai outfit in the center of the banner by the tent. There were a pair of horses by the tent, and other samurai took up the rest of the background. I made him the focal point of the picture. He bowed and paid me the two thousand yen (about twenty American dollars) I was asking. I returned the bow.

"We can keep the picture here for you until the end of the day safely," I said.

"Please do," he said and Tiny took his name and carefully rolled the picture up and slipped it into a tube.

That started the day. I was kept busy all day long. Tiny took care of the collecting and everything else. All I did was draw or paint. We weren't the only ones busy. The rest of the crew was spread out working the crowds over. Naturally the cops stopped by to see what I was doing. I ended up drawing them as well for no charge.

That night at the house we celebrated our good fortune. I had made a ton of yen (at least I thought so, all those bills on the table sure looked nice) from the booth, and the crew had done pretty well. We had plenty of money to keep us going for a while. It was decided to lock it away for the next winter. We continued to work the streets like we always did, bringing enough money to keep us going. Any extra money that came in disappeared into the stash.

Everything went to hell a month later. I was returning to the house after running errands and saw a police van in front. The cops were dragging every one out the door and into the van. I stepped back into the bushes and watched. Then I saw the old gang leader walk out of the house with a smirk on his face. He had turned everyone in. I wondered how in hell he got out. I turned around and walked away. There was nothing I could do for the crew. They would expect me to walk away. I knew they wouldn't sell me out. I spent the night with a john getting fucked but my heart wasn't in it. I knew eventually I would have to leave Yokohama. I wanted to go back to the house and recover the money. I went back a week later and found the stash was gone. In a fit of rage I threw a bottle against the wall. I heard a siren in the distance and knew someone had seen me. I got out of the house and ran down the street to an alleyway and found a stash of clothes and a bit of extra yen I had stashed there a few weeks ago. I was glad I did.

I wandered into the old neighborhood a day later. Very little had changed. It felt strange to be back here again. I walked down the street I used to live on and came to a stop in front of the house Dad and I had lived in. The memories came back up and I found myself getting emotional again. I turned away and headed for the schoolyard. Getting there I saw a group of boys playing soccer and I remembered the good days and the fun times I had playing soccer with them. Unfortunately it would never happen again. As I walked away, I saw an old friend. He saw me and stared at me. I looked straight at him and he stopped and stared at me. I kind of wished I had gone over and said something but I didn't. I glared at him and he looked away, clearly ashamed of how he had treated me. I turned and walked away. I had a long way to go to reach the docks. For some strange reason I wanted to go there.

I wandered down to the docks the next morning. I walked past many ships looking at them until I came to the end of the dock and leaned against the rail while looking at a cargo carrier. I didn't hear the man stop next to me.

"Have you ever been aboard one?" I heard a man's voice ask me.

I turned to see a burly Japanese man looking at me, sizing me up.

"No sir," I replied. "Never been on one."

"I'm looking for a boy to work as a cabin boy for my ship. It would be one way to another port on a three day run. I won't ask any questions," he said.

"What would I have to do?" I asked.

He looked around and then patted my butt. I smiled, getting the idea.

"Let's go," I said.

He laughed at me. "An eager beaver. I like that. My name is Toshio. Captain Toshio."

"I'm Darrin. An eager street rat," I said.

He roared in laughter and slapped his leg. "So you are. Let's go my young street rat."

I followed him to his ship. It wasn't that far, just three ships down. We climbed on board and a man met us at the top of the stairs.

"Every thing secure, captain. We are cleared to leave," the man said. Looking me over he asked, "Is this our new cabin boy?"

"He is. His name is Darrin, an eager street rat who knows the score," Toshio informed the man. "He's mine tonight."

The man laughed. "Oh of course!"

I heard a whistle and we looked up at the deck above us. The captain turned to look down the stairs to see two men coming up.

"Put Darrin in a cabin somewhere until we are clear of the harbor quickly!" Toshio snapped and then headed to the stairs.

I followed the other man down a flight of stairs and across a hall. He opened a door and showed me inside. He closed the door behind me. The room didn't look too bad. At least it had a couch to sit on. I dropped my pack on the floor and stretched out on it and started reading a magazine. That's the last thing I remember.

When I woke up, the captain was standing over me. I sat up and stretched. Toshio smiled at me. "Feel better?" he asked.

"Yes. Have we left the harbor?" I asked.

"Two hours ago. Come, I will show you where you are to sleep when you are not busy," he said.

I grabbed my pack and followed him out of the room and down the hall to a set of stairs. We went down to the next deck and into another hall. Toshio stopped before a door and opened it. He led me into a large room with a bed in one corner, a desk, chair, a closet, and a battered dresser. I set my pack on the bed and turned to him.

"What is my first duty?" I asked.

"Go assist the cook in the galley," he said. "I'll talk to you after dinner."

I followed the captain out of the room and to the galley. He dropped me off in the galley and the cook immediately put me to work. I had some cooking skills, which made the cook very happy. We had dinner ready in record time. The crew certainly enjoyed it.

"Now we talk," Toshio said. "One of the things you are expected to do is to please us when we wish it. Now if I were the only one on board, that wouldn't be a problem. Since there is about twenty of us, I will set up a schedule for you to follow. Now we would like to see what you look like."

I was glad I had followed my gut feeling and put on my shimmering blue g-string. I began a slow strip tease, slowly pulling my shirt accompanied by the wolf whistles and comments. They certainly shut up when they saw my tattoos and the nipple ring. The first mate had his hand inside his pants as the others just stared.

"You so hot boy!" the first mate exclaimed.

I grinned as I walked over and slid on his lap, facing him. I started to slide up and down on the hard bulge in his crotch until he closed his eyes, shivered, and moaned. I saw a wet spot appear in the crotch of his pants.

"Was it good for you?" I whispered into his ear.

The man kissed me on the mouth hard. I backed off and began to tease them once more, unbuttoning my pants and slowly unzipping the zipper, and then bringing it back up. They all began to pant eagerly as to what was in my pants. I had stashed in there six inches [15 cm] of prime teen meat, uncut. I slowly turned around so that my ass was facing them and slowly shifted it from side to side as I slowly pulled my jeans off. The comments got even raunchier as they realized I was wearing a g-string. I let the jeans hit the floor and I stepped out of them and kicked them away. I slowly turned around and the whistling got even louder. I did a few dance steps in front of each man before stopping in front of the Captain and giving him a very seductive smile.

"You get to pull them off," I told him.

He grinned and hooked his thumbs in each side and slowly pulled it down and off me. He gently stroked my cock until it got hard and erect. The men cheered loudly as I bowed to them. Toshio got up and picked me up, putting me over his shoulder and taking me to his cabin. He closed and locked the door before setting me down on my feet.

"Now we are going to have fun," he smiled at me.

He took me by the hand and led me to the bunk. He opened a drawer and removed a pair of wrist cuffs and put them on me. Then he hooked my right hand to one post and tried to stretch me enough so he could hook my left hand to the opposite post. He reached into another drawer for a length of chain and hooked it to the cuff and then secured me to the post once I was stretched out. I watched him undress in front of me. Toshio had a body to be proud of. It was obvious he had gotten it from so much hard work. He got on his knees and started to feel my body. I felt his hands explore my teenage body and I sighed in pleasure. As he caressed me, he took my cock into his mouth and started sucking on it. I let my head go back and I moaned loudly as the good feelings started to take over. Kazuki enjoyed sucking my cock the best and he'd spent hours slowly sucking me off. He had the technique down pat and taught me the best way to do it. Toshio was a natural at it. He knew how to speed up or slow down, how to pinch it so I wouldn't cum too soon. I was really enjoying this.

"Feels so good Master!" I cooed.

Toshio sucked even harder until I was shooting my load down his throat.

"Uh! Uh! Oh yeah! Suck my cock!" I cried out in pleasure.

I sighed once I stopped cumming. It had been a while since I had the pleasure of cumming. Toshio rose to his feet, released me from the posts, turned me around and secured me back to the bedposts. I felt his fingers poke at my hole and then come back with something slippery on them.

"Just a little KY to lubricate your sweet boy pussy," Toshio whispered into my ear as his fingers entered me.

He played with my ass, working his fingers in and out of me until he thought I was ready. He poked at my hole with his cock tip until it slowly began to open me up. Once the cock head was inside of me Toshio took me by the hips and began to fuck me. He'd lift me up on my toes and then drop me back on my feet. I closed my eyes and let myself go to the good feelings. Toshio was hitting my prostate with each thrust of his big mancock up into my ass. I kept on talking sexy talk, urging him onward. Toshio was really fucking me hard now, his arms around my chest as he thrust harder and faster into me.

"I'm going," he moaned as I felt the ripples shoot through his cock and into me.

I shivered as I had my orgasm, shooting my load onto the bed. We both sighed in unison after we stopped cumming. I felt so good. Once he had released me from my bondage I turned around and wrapped my arms around him and kissed him.

"Thank you for fucking me good," I said.

He smiled. "It was my pleasure."

We cleaned up and got into his bed together. I snuggled up to him and he wrapped one arm around me as we went to sleep.

I had a blast playing with the crew. I got fucked by all twenty of them before reaching port. Toshio smuggled me off in a small crate and handed me off to a friend of his. I was in the crate for nearly a half hour. I gave the guy one hell of a blowjob before he let me out on the street. I waved goodbye and started walking. I had earned quite a bit of yen on the ship so I stowed most of it in my pack and kept a little on me just in case. Nagoya certainly was a very big city. I walked through a good part of it before stopping for the night. I bedded down in a big cardboard box in the alley behind a restaurant and slept very well.

I didn't have much luck in this town so I moved on. I got a ride with a truck driver who loved having me sit on his face. I loved getting rimmed by him. He'd tie me up and raise my feet in the air and tie my knees to my arms and then he would stick his face in my ass and work my hole over really good with his tongue. The pleasure was so incredible. I loved it! He certainly loved doing me. He dropped me off outside another town and I walked in. It was a small seaside town and I could see some tourists still rambling around in here. I found a small motel on the edge of the town close enough to the beach and got settled into a room after the owner insisted I ride his cock, which I did. I discovered that not every man was well endowed like the ones I had encountered so far. He was definitely on the small side and that was fine with me. I made sure he enjoyed his pleasure. In return I got the room and promised him a small percent of my take. Small price to pay, that's for sure. He knocked on my door later that evening and handed me a paper bag.

"You'll need these," he said with a wink.

I thanked him and closed the door and went to the table and opened the bag. I pulled out some clothes. There were two pairs of tank tops, two pairs of very short jean shorts, six pairs of swim thongs in different colors, and six colored strings. I smiled as I looked at them. If these clothes don't get me business, nothing would. The two tank tops were a bit tight. The jean shorts really cut up into my ass cheeks, separating them nicely. The swim thongs fit a bit snug, lifting my boy package up and making it stand out. The strings were a perfect fit, the front panel barely covering my cock and balls. I considered them my "working clothes". I slipped into the string and the jean shorts and left the blue tank on and went out to stroll the boardwalk close by. Damn if I didn't get hit on within fifteen minutes.

"Are you available?" the man whispered to me a moment later after walking up next to me.

"Yes," I said.

"You go all the way?" he asked.

"Yes, even bondage. My place or yours?" I asked.

We went to his place and he fucked me while I was suspended from the basement ceiling in a bondage sling with my legs spread apart and my ass at cock level. He teased my nipples with a vibrator while fucking me hard. He then took me to his bed and shoved his hard cock up my ass once more and we slept together for the rest of the night with his cock buried inside me. Getting slow fucked sure was a nice way to wake up!

Then I encountered a pair of eighteen-year-old horny high school teenagers that rented me for a whole week to entertain them while they were surfing down here. They kept me chained up in their cabin, my hands and feet restrained in the leather cuffs I had. They used my ass and mouth constantly and I really made them happy with my oral and anal skills. I sure got a lot of money from them. The motel owner rode my ass twice the next week when I didn't get any hits. I did my best to make sure he enjoyed himself, even going as far as to do a strip show for him, which he enjoyed a lot. But it was my next customer that really surprised me. He approached me one afternoon as I was playing in the amusement arcade. I had decided to take the day off and was dressed normally. He stood there and watched me rock the pinball machine until I dropped the ball and lost.

"Hungry?" he asked me.

I nodded. "Sure. Thanks for the offer."

He led me to the burger stand and bought me lunch. We sat down at a table far from people and I enjoyed my first burger in weeks.

"I hear you entertain men and boys," he said softly.

I nodded, realizing this guy wanted to rent me.

"I want to hire you for twenty four hours. You are to be a birthday gift to my son on his eleventh birthday and to teach him all about sex," he said.

I nearly choked on my mouthful of fries.

Okay, picture this. I'm sitting at a table at a burger stand having burger, fries, and a coke this guy buys me and then he tells me he wants to hire me and give me to his eleven year old son for his birthday and then teach the kid how to be a hot stud in bed. I managed to catch my breath and I looked up at him.

"You're serious," I said.

He nodded. "Very serious."

I realized he was very serious once he showed me the large roll of yen in his hand.

"This is a deposit. The rest when you finish the job," he said.

I quickly pocketed the money. "When and where?" I asked.

We made the arrangements for him to meet me and pick me up. Back at the motel I concealed the money and decided to wear the string, the jean shorts and a tank top. I met the guy the next afternoon and he drove me to a house up on the mountain overlooking the town. As we pulled into the driveway I looked up at the house. This guy was very wealthy. The house was very upper crust and I felt out of place. He smiled at me.

"I appreciate this," he said. "Just so you know, this is a private party. Nobody but the three of us here."

I nodded. "Would it bother you to know that I have tattoos?"

He looked at me. "You do?"

"Yes I do," I said, and then described them.

I pulled off my tank top after I got out of the car and he looked at them closely.

"That's incredible detail!" he gasped.

I pulled the tank back on. "I designed them and a tattoo artist put them on me last winter when I worked for him in keeping his place clean."

"Very risky. I suggest you do not reveal his identity to anyone," he warned me. "No, they don't bother me. What I would like you to do is pop out of a cake and do a nice strip tease, and then take it from there."

"Okay. What is his name, please?" I asked.

"Toshio. Mine is Akira," he said, introducing himself.

"Cool. Let's get busy," I said.

That's exactly what I did. He helped me in and secured the top before rolling me out to the patio and then he went to get his son. I waited for the cue to start my performance.

"What's this, Dad?" I heard Toshio ask his father.

"A very special surprise, son. Have a seat," he said to the boy.

I heard his cough and counted off ten seconds from that, hit the music, and popped up, starting my strip performance. To say that Toshio was surprised is an understatement. He absolutely flipped.

"Thank you Dad!" he cried in delight as I did the slow strip tease. His eyes got very big when he saw my tattoos. Then he squeezed the front of his fancy shorts when I slowly peeled my jean shorts off to reveal my ice blue colored string. Even Akira reacted, squeezing his own bulge. I stepped out of the cake and let my shorts drop all the way off and then slowly turned around, wiggling my ass cheeks at them. I heard Toshio moan and I knew he was in heat now. I slow danced up to him and put my hands on the back of his head and slowly gyrated my bulging package against his face. I let him go and bent over.

"Unwrap the package and you'll get a surprise," I whispered provocatively into his ear and then stood up.

Toshio reached for my string and pulled it down and the look on his face was priceless as he saw my hard six inches [15 cm]. I swore he was drooling a second later. I had him hooked. I backed up a few feet and turned my back to him and bent over, letting him see my hole and made it wink at him. Then I faced him once more.

"I'm your birthday present from your Dad. I'm to make you a man today and teach you all about lovemaking," I said to him.

Toshio hugged his father and then turned to me. "Let's go up to my room."

He took my hand and led me up to his room. His room was the biggest one I've ever seen. Let's just say he had every thing a kid could want to have in his room and leave it at that. He had a king sized bed that was so nice and comfortable.

"I like your room," I told him as I looked around.

"Thank you," he smiled. "I did most of the work myself."

I nodded. "Very cool."

I sat on the edge of the bed and thought of a way to open the conversation when he provided the opening I needed.

"Are you gay?" he asked me.

"Yes I am," I replied. "Does that bother you?"

Toshio shook his head. "No it doesn't. I like both boys and girls."

"That's called being bisexual," I said, beginning the lesson. "You want to have sex with both. Have you done anything yet?"

"Other than wanking? No, not yet," he admitted.

I smiled. "Well, that's why your Dad hired me. He wanted me to teach you and help you become a man and become experienced."

Toshio smiled. "Thanks for helping me."

I reached out for his hand and drew him close to me and slowly undressed him. Once he was naked, I inspected him from head to foot.

Toshio was cute for an eleven year old. He stood about four foot one [1.25 m], short black hair parted in the middle and swept back on each side of his head. He had nice soft brown eyes, a swimmer's build from swimming in the pool, muscles to go with the nice tan all over his body. His penis was about four inches [10 cm] soft, nestled in its bed of curly black pubic hair. I gently touched his chest and he sighed.

"Okay," I said as I drew him into my arms, "Lesson one is the art of kissing."

I taught him how to kiss, from regular kissing to erotic French kissing. My hands explored his body as we kissed and he picked up on that, trying to copy my moves. Toshio picked up on it very quickly and did very well. Then we lay on his bed and I explained the male equipment and how they worked. I let him explore my cock, balls, and my boyhole. He even remarked about my red pubic hair cut down short and away from my cock.

"Makes using condoms better," I said. "The long pubic hair can get caught in the condom when you are trying to use it or remove it after ejaculation. That should be your personal choice."

Toshio nodded. "Cool. Sure looks nice and neat."

"I even shave my cock and balls. I really have to be careful when I do. Too easy to cut yourself open. Best to have someone experienced do it for you," I said.

"I'll remember that," Toshio promised.

We relaxed for the rest of the afternoon on his bed as I taught him the erotic art of slow touch. I know I brought him to the edge many times. It took him quite a few tries to get it down right but he did. I suggested a break around five thirty and he reluctantly agreed. I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.

"You're doing just fine. It takes time to learn the Art of Pillowing," I said.

Toshio smiled. "You're a good teacher."

"Thank you. You're a good student," I complemented.

Suddenly his stomach rumbled and he blushed. I smiled and stood up.

"I'm kind of hungry myself," I said, pulling him to his feet.

Toshio walked out of his bedroom and down the stairs naked as a jaybird. I shrugged my shoulders and followed him down and found him in the kitchen. Akira was standing in the kitchen making up dinner as I walked in. He smiled at us and nodded at me.

"Every thing okay?" he asked.

Toshio grinned. "Every thing's great, Dad!"

Akira smiled and then fed us dinner. We kicked back in the pool and the Jacuzzi for a few hours and then it was upstairs back to Toshio's room. I took him into the shower and taught him how to make a shower an erotic experience. Toshio became much more responsive in bed once the lights went out. I was able to teach him so much more and took him all the way to home base. Feeling his cock in my ass was the ultimate reward for me. Sure felt good.

We had sex once more in the morning. This time around he was a bit aggressive and did every thing perfectly. His Dad watched Toshio fuck me as the man stood in the doorway of his son's room stroking himself. Once Toshio had his cum, I motioned for Daddy to take me. I sucked Toshio's cock while Akira mounted me and rode my ass to a very satisfying cum while I blew Toshio to a mind numbing orgasm. Both father and son enjoyed my ass and mouth once more in the midmorning before I was returned to the beach with another large wad of yen in my pocket. I watched them drive off and felt good about having initiated a boy into manhood and the mysteries of sex. I'm sure he looked on those memories fondly for the rest of his life. It was an experience to see his face light up when he had his first real orgasm. I know I enjoyed helping him to experience the joys of sex.

I left Nagoya at the end of August. The summer season was coming to a close and I needed a place to winter. I was thirteen now and growing very rapidly. I now stood at five foot five [1.65] and had some muscle from doing hard physical labor when I could get a job doing something. I wandered the streets of the town I found myself in. I was getting desperate by now. I was standing on a street corner one day in what I considered my working clothes, a pair of tiny tight jean shorts, bare feet in Nikes, and a blue tank top. A black limo drove very slowly past me and as the back door passed me, I saw the man make eye contact with me and slightly incline his head to me. I followed the limo into the alley it turned into. I checked behind me and then slipped around the corner. The back door was open and I checked the alley once more and then jumped straight into the limo and closed the door behind me.

"Good afternoon. Thank you for joining me," the man said from his seat.

I sat back and relaxed. "You're welcome. Just need to know how long I'm going to be with you so I can get my pack from the motel I'm staying at."

He smiled. "I have your property. One of my associates was able to retrieve it with no problems. As for how long, well, that is up to you. I know you need a place to winter at. So I have a proposition for you."

"What would that be?" I asked.

"Simple. You would be joining a stable of boys that cater to men's needs. I have a friend who has told me about you so there is no need to relay your life story once again. I supply the clients and you do the rest. I'll give you time to think about it." The man said to me. "For now, you'll be my guest at my house for a few days."

"Thank you for your offer of hospitality I cannot refuse," I said, bowing my head.

The man smiled at me. "Ah, a young man with manners. Very rare to find. You are very welcome."

That surprised me. Dad taught me long ago to always have good manners. Never know what kind of situation you'll find yourself in. I told the man that.

"Very wise," he said. "Most young people your age would make demands and be rude to their elders. But not you."

I studied the man as we drove through the streets to our destination. He appeared to be in his early forties with a bit of grey in his hair. He looked very nice. I looked out the windows of the limo as we headed out into the countryside.

"I have a house out here. The place you'll be at is much further up in the mountain behind us. It is very secure and I have friends that will inform me if I am about to have unexpected guests," he said.

"Can't stand uninvited guests," I said.

He laughed at that. "Forgive me for not introducing myself. I am Ogami Ito."

I bowed once more. "I am Darrin."

"I am honored to know you Darrin," Ogami said.

We drove past the gates of his estate and pulled up to the house in another minute. The house was impressive. It stood two stories high and was very big. The inside was just as impressive. There were paintings and statues in glass cases everywhere. I was impressed with what I saw.

"You like?" he asked.

"Yes sir," I said.

"Most of what you see here is from centuries past. I collect them for a reason," Ogami said as he led me into the house.

"To preserve Japanese culture and history?" I guessed.

He turned to me in surprise. "Oh very good!" he applauded.

I followed him into the big living room and sat down on the couch across from him. A big man handed Ogami a drink and asked me if I wanted a soda.

"Yes please," I said.

I took the coke from him and he sat at the bar. I turned my attention to Ogami.

"We have a bit of time before dinner. I don't like to discuss business during a meal," Ogami said.

He told me of the special resort further up in the hills that catered to a select group of men. I would be expected to serve their needs upon demand, no matter what it was. He described some of what went on there and I gave him my word of honor I would never tell another person about this ever. I would stay here for a day or two and then if I wanted to go there, he would have me sent there. Otherwise it would be back to the streets. The big man at the bar escorted me upstairs to a room and left me there. I showered and dressed for dinner and then came down at the appointed time.

"Ah, there you are. I was about to send someone up for you," Ogami said.

"I apologize. Had a bit of trouble with the shower," I said.

The bodyguard slapped his face. "I forgot, damn it. I'll move you into another room and fix it myself tomorrow."

"No problem," I said.

The dinner was fantastic. I enjoyed every thing that was served to me. We talked about various places I had been to here in Japan during dinner. Afterwards he led me to the living room.

"I enjoyed the dinner. Thank you," I said.

Ogami smiled. "Thank you."

We then talked a bit more about the place I would go to and what I would be doing there. I told him about my sexual experiences and he nodded.

"Good. Now we know what category to place you in," he said.

"I appreciate that," I said.

We talked a bit more and then decided to call it a night.

"Would you kindly pillow with me tonight?" Ogami asked me.

"I would be honored to," I bowed.

He led me up to his bedroom. It was much larger than Toshio's. It was just a simple room with the king sized bed up on a platform. There was a couch along the wall by the French doors going out onto a balcony. A recliner sat next to a bookcase with a stained glass lamp hanging over it. There were two doors on each side of the large entry door.

"Left one into the bathroom, right one into the large walk in closet," he said.

"I like this room, sir. Simple yet effective," I said.

He bowed. "Thank you, Darrin. Now if you'll be so kind to slowly strip for me I would be most appreciative."

Once again I silently thanked my intuition in deciding to wear a string. The one I put on had the imprint of a tuxedo on it. I slipped the suit jacket off my and hung it on the coat tree in the room next to the door. The navy blue suit I had found in my assigned room fit me perfectly. I was glad it was there. I looked up at Ogami before I started to remove my navy blue tie.

"Sir, I hope you won't be offended, but I have two tattoos on me," I said.

He steepled his fingers together. "I see. Continue stripping and I shall look at them."

I removed the tie and then started unbuttoning my shirt while doing a slow graceful dance. When I opened the shirt, his eyes grew wide at the Dragon tattoo. I slowly turned around as I drew the shirt down over my shoulders, slowly uncovering the rat. I heard his sharp intake of breath as I revealed it. I hung the white shirt on the coat tree and worked the shoes off my feet. I reached down and pulled the socks off. Then I opened my slacks and slowly opened the flaps to show him skin. I saw the front of his slacks tent up immediately. I turned my back to him and slowly let the slacks drop, revealing my bare ass to him. I heard him moan in anticipation of pleasure to be had with me. I removed the slacks and hung them up. I turned around to show him the front of my string and he laughed out loud.

"I like that!" he exclaimed.

I wiggled my hips a few times and then turned around slowly to show him my ass once more and flexed them a few times. I peeled off the string and slowly pulled it down my legs and off. I put both hands over my sizeable erection and slowly turned around.

"Let me see it, boy!" he cried out as he sat up on the edge of his seat.

I moved my hips side to side as I slowly pulled my hands away and then placed my hands on the back of my head and continued to sway seductively as my cock slowly got hard for him. He was trembling as he stood and walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me. I put my arms around him and we kissed.

"I am going to really enjoy you tonight, my little street rat," he panted into my ear as he groped me.

I sighed seductively in his ear. "I'm all yours, Master."

— 2 —

"Undress me boy," he ordered me.

I was only too happy to comply. As I undressed him I carefully hung up his white three piece suit. I was pleasantly surprised when I finally got a good look at him. Ogami was in shape for someone in his mid forties.

"You've got a great body," I complemented him.

He smiled. "Thank you, Darrin. I work out every morning and bedding a boy every week helps keep me young!"

I had to laugh at that. Most people would say working out and eating right but he was different in that regard. I liked his way of staying young.

"Well, I'll do my best to make you young," I said.

He laughed at that and led me to the bed. We got in together and I snuggled up to him as he drew me close. We kissed for a bit and then he drew me over his lap and inspected the Rat closely. I felt his fingers moving, tracing the lines as he did so. That felt good. I sighed in pleasure and he chuckled.

"So that feels good to you," he said. "Don't worry young one, you will feel pleasure before the evening is over."

"I hope you will too," I said earnestly.

Ogami smiled and continued to caress my back for a few minutes more and then had me turn over onto my back. He put wrist and ankle cuffs on me and restrained me to his bed. He smiled as he began to explore my Dragon with his fingertips. I closed my eyes and let him touch me. I moaned softly as I felt his fingertips touch my nipples. I felt them rise and get hard under his fingers. Ogami played with them for a few minutes, pulling and twisting them. I shivered from the pleasure.

"Feels so good," I moaned.

He chuckled. "There is more pleasure yet to cum."

I grinned. He continued to explore my body with his hands. I could feel his fingers slide around my developing torso and then down to my navel. Ogami grinned as his fingertip slowly grazed my belly button. I shivered from the feeling.

"You like that," he said.

"Yes Master," I said.

He chuckled. "Good answer, boy."

Ogami's fingers curled around my smooth balls as they drew up tight against my body. My cock was already hard and leaking precum. I felt his fingers gently squeeze the tip of my cock milking it for more of the precome. I watched him raise his fingers to his mouth and lick the precome off them. I moaned at the sight. He dropped his hand back down to my cock and squeezed the length of it hard and I moaned louder. Then he moved his hand up and down inside my thighs and my body shivered. He released me from the bed frame and then lay down on his back and had me straddle his chest. He secured my hands to the headboard and put both hands on my ass and moved me so my cock slowly entered his mouth. I rocked my hips back and forth as he sucked my cock. I closed my eyes and groaned as I felt the tingle in my balls and I knew I was about to cum.

"Going to… serve up… my tasty… boycum," I groaned as I shivered.

Ogami sucked harder and then suddenly I was cumming hard shots of my cum down his throat as I felt my cockhead slip down in between his throat muscles that worked my cockhead just right. I pulled up and out of his throat so he wouldn't suffocate. He sucked harder, milking my cock for all the boycum he could get out of it.

I sighed and slowly settled onto his chest as he reached up and released my hands from the headboard. He hooked the wrist cuffs together and rolled me onto my back. Ogami licked his lips getting the last bits of cum there before reaching into the nightstand. I blinked when he revealed a thin length of leather. He created a loop in one end and ordered me to stand. I stood up and spread my legs slightly and he reached in between my legs and took hold of my balls and pulled them gently away from my body. He pushed my balls through the loop along with my cock and tightened the loop until my cock and balls stood out from my body.

"Now get on the bed on your hands and knees," Ogami ordered.

I did and he hooked my ankle cuffs together and ran the leather strap down between my legs and up over my ass and back. Ogami lay flat on his back and looked at me.

"Suck me off," was his next order.

I got his seven inches [18 cm] into my mouth and began sucking him off. Each time I did something he liked, he pulled on the leather strap that was tied to my cock and balls. That kinda felt good and before I knew it I was close to cumming once more. I sucked him harder and faster and he moaned and groaned in ecstasy. Then suddenly he was cumming and I managed to swallow his cum as he pulled on the strap a few times, making me cum. Both of us sighed in relief.

"You did good, Darrin. Thank you," he sighed.

"Anything for your pleasure," I cooed in his ear.

He smiled and then kissed me. "Now let me rest a bit so I'll have the strength to ride your nice ass," Ogami said.

He reached down and removed the leather strap from my balls and I snuggled up to him. We lay there for a bit and rested. I had my face on his chest and I could feel his heartbeat going. It was moving at a brisk clip and I knew he was enjoying himself very well.

"Reach into the nightstand next to you for the lubricant and a condom, Darrin. I hope you use them for your protection," Ogami said as he unhooked my wrist cuffs.

"Yes sir," I said. "I make them wrap it or they don't go there."

I handed Ogami the tube of KY and a condom. He rubbed my head and kissed me. I lay down once more and relaxed. Ogami eventually rolled me onto his lap and began stretching and lubricating my ass. I relaxed and let his fingers in.

"You have a tight pussy," he moaned as I felt his two fingers sink into me.

I tightened my muscle on his fingers and I heard him chuckle. "Ah, so you know a thing or two, don't you?"

I moaned and shivered in anticipation of pleasure yet to cum.

Ogami finished prepping my ass for fucking. He had me get up on my knees once more as he hooked my wrist cuffs to the headboard. He moved behind me and I felt his cock slowly open me up and sink inside of me. I cried out in ecstasy and shivered. I heard him chuckle as he slowly pushed his cock deep inside of me. Once he was firmly seated inside of me he began the fucking. I squeezed his cock tight as he pushed in making him moan.

"Such a tight ass, boy!" he stated as he slapped my left cheek hard.

I brought my head up and yelped out loud. He took hold of my hips and began riding me hard, slapping my butt every now and then hard. I moaned out loud and urged him on. That old man could fuck! I felt his cock go inside of me faster and harder and I squeezed it hard with my anal muscle. I heard him pant with exertion as he fucked me hard and fast. I kept on moaning and crying out from the intense pleasure.

"Yes, feels so good, love having mancock inside me, love this, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I cried.

Suddenly he shoved hard into me and held himself there as I felt the ripples shoot through his cock and into the condom he was wearing. We both sighed from relief once we relaxed. Ogami pulled out and stripped the condom off his cock and then released me from the headboard. We lay down in the bed and he pulled me close to him and we went to sleep, me with my head on his chest and him with his arm around me.

When I woke the next morning, he wasn't in the bed with me. I sat up and blinked a few times and then stretched. There was a knock on the door and I turned my attention to it.

"Come in," I called.

A tall and very muscular man walked in holding a leash and collar. I knew what he was going to do.

"Good morning," I said, bowing. "May I know your name?"

He returned the bow, surprise on his face. "I am one called Fujiwaka."

"Sir, I believe that Master Ogami should be the one to collar me. I have yet to give him my answer to his generous offer and shall do so when I see him. Then he will know if I am to be collared or not," I said.

Fujiwaka nodded. "You speak wisely. It shall be so. In the meantime I have moved you to a room next door. Your clothes are there already."

I nodded. "Good. I'd like to take a shower and have a bit of breakfast. Is the Master waiting for me to join him?"

"Master Ogami is out for the morning to attend to business. He shall return early afternoon. You are welcome to use the pool area if you so choose. It is one of those hot springs pools, located inside that building there," Fujiwaka pointed to the top of the building a few feet away from the house. "It is accessible by underground tunnel during winter, and over the back lawn during the summer months."

"That works," I said. "He must like to swim a lot."

Fujiwaka smiled. "Twenty laps every morning without fail."

I whistled sharply. "He must have been a champion swimmer back in his younger days."

"He was. I can knock on your bedroom door with breakfast in a half hour?" Fujiwaka offered.

"I'd appreciate that. Would I be allowed to use the pool?" I asked.

"Yes, and the weight room as well. I'll be back in a bit," he said and left.

I went into the bathroom and relieved myself and then collected the suit I had worn last night and went to my newly assigned room for a shower. After the shower I dressed in a green swim thong, shorts, and a t-shirt and followed Fujiwaka down to the gym area. I didn't know anything about weightlifting so I left that alone and rode the stationary bike for twenty minutes, did the basic exercises to get my system pumping, and then went into the pool and swam five laps at a slow steady pace. Up to now all I had ever done was the simple basic exercises I'd learned in school. I needed to stay fit and limber. All the walking I'd done up to this point helped as well. I didn't have a lot of muscle on me, but I had very little bodyfat and that was a blessing.

Master Ogami was waiting for me with a towel as I came out of the water after my fifth lap. He smiled as he handed me the towel.

"Good to see you take your health and body seriously," he said.

I grinned. "Nobody likes screwing a fat kid unless that turns them on."

Ogami roared in laughter at that. "So very true. However, I think that in your travels around Japan, you'll find us to be a very fit group of people."

How very true that statement was! I've had the opportunities to watch a triathlon and other sporting events involving kids my age and a large number of them except for those who sumo wrestled were in excellent shape. It wasn't an uncommon sight to see a group of employees pause in the middle of the day to do stretches or some simple exercise. Japanese people also have a very healthy diet despite the presence of fast food places like, well, you know who they are. I enjoy Japanese food and have discovered it is far healthier than most food.

I followed Ogami to the patio table and sat down in a chair and drank a glass of orange juice. He sipped on some tea and then put the cup down and turned to me.

"I truly enjoyed last night. You were a delight to have in my bed. You pleased me well," Ogami said, opening the conversation.

I stood up and moved to kneel in front of him. "Please collar me, Master. I wish to serve at the resort and please men there."

Ogami patted me on the head and then I felt the leather collar slide onto my neck and encircle it. He buckled it in back and then patted my head once more.

"There. You are now collared and in my service. If you decide to leave at any time, you are free to do so. You are not to be forced to stay against your will or be forced into any thing you did not agree to. Any money you make will be kept in account for you. If and when you leave ways and means shall be available for you to draw on it if needed," Ogami said.

"Thank you Master," I said, bowing deep.

Ogami patted my head once more. "I am glad you have accepted my offer. Enjoy your time there."

I did more than enjoy my time there. It was an experience for me and I learned so much more about myself and other things.

We left right after lunch in his Hummer he had bought some months ago. It took us about an hour to get there. I spent the next hour checking in and getting photographed for the in house computer server. I got into a mawashi and went up to the main dining area to be introduced to the group of men and was well received. Ogami then wished me well and left after that. I would go to work the next morning after I got the tour.

I had fun the entire winter I was there. I got all the sex I could handle the first month I was there. I experienced different men's needs and desires. Some of them liked to play me in the huge playroom. It was weird to he hanging off the ceiling in suspension cuffs and be listening to other boys being put through an S&M scene or a bondage scene like I was. There were other unusual things like being covered in chocolate sauce, whipped cream and maraschino cherries and getting it all licked off my stretched out body on a table. One man even had me fixed up in a sexy silk teddy outfit. The stage shows were fun to participate in, and I got the opportunity to have sex with a Japanese boy. He was just as horny as I was and we went all out to please the men that were watching. We were asked to perform both public and privately many times. Those men were nice and everything, but they really couldn't fill the aching in my soul I was experiencing. It wasn't until I met Ryoji that I fully understood what love really was about. I fell very hard for him and he did the same for me. I was serving in the main dining room when he walked in. We looked at each other and that's all it took. I couldn't even begin to describe what it was I felt. Ryoji requested me exclusively and I stayed with him for the two weeks he was there. In between rounds of sex in his bed and in the playroom, we talked a great deal. Ryoji was the most loving caring man I'd ever met. His touches set me on fire, made me feel things I'd never felt before, and changed the way I looked at things. I learned so much from him. In the end it wasn't just sex anymore, it was lovemaking, the way it should be.

The night before he left, I spent the night in his bed, in his arms. He was making love to me, touching and kissing my body as I moaned in passion. His touches and kisses were getting me so hot. He pulled me up onto his chest, taking my hard seven inches [18 cm] (I finally hit my growth spurt) in his mouth and starting to suck on it. I moaned and cried out in passion as I felt his mouth and throat muscles massage my cock. He spit my cock out and I quickly turned myself into a sixty-nine position and took his seven inches [18 cm] in my mouth. Ryoji took my cock back into his mouth and we started sucking each other's cocks. I felt his tongue probe and explore my cock, the foreskin, and the piss slit. Ryoji then began to lick my balls and then worked his way up to my gate. He spent ten minutes as I brought him to the edge over and over again. Finally he pushed me off his cock and then reached for the KY. He took his time in stretching and lubricating my ass in preparation for fucking. He rolled me on my back and raised my legs up exposing the target. I held his cock to the entry and held it as he pushed himself in. I moaned as I felt his cock enter me.

"Oh, feels good!" I exclaimed.

Ryoji smiled as he began fucking me. "Feels good to me too. I love making love to you. You are a really handsome boy."

I got a bit emotional at that. Nobody's really said that about me. It was just fucking me and run type of deal and I was getting tired of that. Ryoji leaned over and kissed me as he slowly pushed himself back into me. He slow fucked me for a few minutes giving me a rare chance to really enjoy it. He got to his breaking point and quickly thrust into me a few times. I felt the ripples going through his cock and into me.

"You came, you came," I whispered. "Thank you for giving me your love."

Ryoji sighed as he pulled out of me. He let my legs down and then slipped into bed next to me after cleaning up. He pulled me close to him and we snuggled up. We fell asleep together. In the morning Ryoji gave me his contact information and I concealed it in my stuff. It was hard to say goodbye to him. I didn't want him to go. He gently kissed me once more and then he was gone.

It took a while to get over him. Every night that I served in the main dining room I kept a lookout for him. I clung to the hope he would come back one day. I did try to contact him when I left the place but the lady who answered the phone told me he had left Japan indefinitely and wouldn't be back. My heart broke but somehow I found the strength to keep on going. That was the first time I was really in love with someone. I learned so much from him and it's helped me in my own relationship with Tiny.

The holidays came around and the place began to look very festive. All of us boys wore Santa hats and candy cane striped thongs or strings. I had lost my enthusiasm for the holidays a long time ago ever since losing Dad, but I tried not to ruin it for everyone else. Ogami himself came to visit me on afternoon and we sat and talked for a long time. I opened up and told him what was on my heart and he seemed to understand. I knew I had to let Dad go and move on with my life. Christmas Eve fell and at some point I found myself at the observation level looking out the big bay window at the newly fallen snow. I felt something deep inside of me and I felt as if Dad was talking to me, urging me to keep going with my life and that every thing would work out fine. He told me he loved me and that was all I needed to hear. I knew that he would always be with me no matter what and that made me feel better about myself. I turned and went back to the party downstairs and joined the fun. We partied all night long.

I was handed a note to go to a client's room around eleven at night. I headed down there, stopping long enough to check my hat and my string to make sure I looked presentable. I was shocked to see Ryoji lying in bed with the silk sheet covering his legs up to his navel.

"Well don't just stand there, come on over," he smiled.

I crawled onto the bed and into his arms. He held me as I cried on his shoulder. I don't even remember conking out at all. When I woke up, I was lying in his arms and he was looking down at me with a concerned look on his face.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "I'm happy to see you again."

We spent the next two hours talking. Actually I did all the talking. I told him what I had felt when he was here the first time around, what I was feeling now, and what I had felt since he left. Ryoji nodded and listened, not saying a word. I finally wound down and relaxed, feeling his fingers brush my back slowly.

"Oh Darrin," Ryoji sighed deeply, "Life is indeed a world full of tears. You are just too young to know of such pain and sadness, yet here you are telling me off your pain and grief. I feel for you. I wish I could take you with me but I can't. That saddens me. I'd give you every thing to make you happy including my love."

I sighed. "I know you would. I appreciate that."

We lay there silently enjoying each other's company and closeness. I reached for his cock and he gently took my hand and placed it on his chest.

"Time enough later for that. Let's just snuggle," Ryoji said.

We did just that for the next two hours and then Ryoji gently moved me so he could get up. He sat up and I sat up next to him. He smiled at me.

"Let's have a shower," he said.

He took my hand and led me to the shower and inside. While he setup his shaving gear I went and turned on the shower and set it for the right temperature. I took the razor from him and Ryoji taught me how to shave him just right. My first effort wasn't so bad. Ryoji smiled.

"You did good," he said.

I grinned and got in the large glass enclosed shower and got wet as Ryoji splashed water over me. He washed me first. I sighed and shivered as I felt his hands slowly caress my body. Ryoji washed me clean and I enjoyed the sensations of his soap slicked hands all over me. Then I washed him clean, even spending time carefully washing his man's equipment. His eyes were closed and he was breathing fast. I used the chance to wank his eight inches [20 cm] off. He shot his load out onto the glass enclosure and sighed in relief.

"All clean," I joked as he smiled.

After the shower he put a fresh fundoshi on me and then led me up to the dining room for brunch. We sat at the table and ate. The man who ran the dining room came up and asked to talk to me.

"Two of the assigned boys are sick. I know you are with him, but would you fill in?" he asked.

I turned to Ryoji. He stroked his chin.

"What hours?" he asked.

"Six hours, between four and ten," was the reply.

Ryoji nodded. There are no other boys available?"

"None at all," the man said. "I do apologize."

"No problem then," Ryoji smiled. "I'm sure Darrin will do a good job."

The man smiled. "Darrin is one of our most popular serving boys here."

I blushed at the comment. "I try, sir."

"You don't have to try, you simply are the best," the man said before heading back into the kitchen.

I sat back down and Ryoji smiled. "You're a good kid."

I blushed once more.

After breakfast Ryoji and I drifted up into the garden area and got a blanket to lie on the grass. Other men had that idea and there were a few man/boy couples making out on the grass. We chose a spot by the small shade trees and spread the blanket out and sat on it. I leaned against Ryoji and his hands slowly wandered about my body.

"You've been working out lately," Ryoji commented.

"The exercise room Master has taken me under his wing and he's training me to lift weights. He says that I need to build up my body some," I said.

"Well the hard work certainly has been paying off," Ryoji said.

I smiled. "Thanks. I feel good after a workout session."

"That's the whole point," Ryoji said. "Not only does your body develop better, but you feel better about yourself when you see the results of the workout having a good effect on you."

We sat and talked some more and then Ryoji decided he wanted to workout. I went with him down to the gym and we worked out for about an hour and a half. Ryoji spotted me and encouraged to go for it, helping me push my limits. I walked away from the workout feeling really good.

It was getting on towards four, so I ran to my room and had a shower and dressed in my tiny silk white shorts, a tight tank top and reported to the dining room. I met the other boys on that night and made a suggestion when I saw the piano in the corner. They loved it and we slapped hands. There were seven of us and we divided up the dining room equally and went right to work. I noted Ryoji sitting in the far corner watching me. He was having his usual drink. Ogami was there as well and he didn't look too happy. I guess he heard about the situation. I turned as the first boy took the short stage and all of the men turned to look at him as the room fell silent. The music started and I listened as the little ten year old opened his mouth and sang. He had been trained, there was no doubt of that in my mind. His voice was just super. He held the room in his control until he finished his song and then stepped down. All the men got to their feet and applauded, shouting bravo. The ten year old blushed and went right back to work. We jumped right back to work and every fifteen minutes after that one of us would take the stage and sing with recorded music as back up or use the piano. I did my first number while serving pasta dishes to an Italian man, singing a song from an Italian opera I knew. The song included a few lines from the villain as well and the man motioned for me to pause and he sang the villain's lines. I took a step back, assumed a defiant posture and answered him with the rest of the song. The crowd of men loved it and so did the man. Then the ten year old came back once more for his second song. This time he had a bit of lace over his head and a rose in his hands. He sang a slow love song, a girl pining for her long lost love. That brought a few tears to some of the men's eyes. That kid was just too good. His talent was being wasted in here.

My second song was an upbeat popular pop song, something called "Let's Hear It For The Boy" and that got a round of applause. As the other boys went through their second songs, I was planning the evening's encore with the other guys. By this time the men who were in the dining room were obviously staying put. That was fine, because there were four other dining rooms as well so it wasn't a problem. Kenny, the ten year old came back a third time and did a slow haunting song that had the men on their feet giving him an outstanding ovation. I heard later that one of the men offered him a place in his British Academy and sign in the school's world famous choir. Kenny didn't hesitate to accept and he left a week later.

The encore we did was great. We formed a line and came out on the stage high kicking and went right into the song "We Are Family", another popular pop song. That got us a five-minute ovation and plenty of money tossed at us. We all collected the money, counted it up, and divided it up equally. Ryoji grinned at me as Ogami congratulated us on a job well done. It was decided to do a stage show on Saturday in here, a dinner show. That idea went over big with us and all of us boys that were assigned to that dining room met and planned the show.

That night in Ryoji's bed, we made slow satisfying love. It was beautiful, sweet, and so cool. I moaned as Ryoji slipped his cock inside of me and fucked me slowly. It made me so hot and crazy that I shot a lot of cum between us. I think he enjoyed watching my face as I reacted from the slow male intercourse. We did it again two hours later, and then he fucked me once more as the sun rose in the distance. Sex to me is a very powerful human emotion and I love it!

Ryoji stayed for a week. We talked, made love, played in the playroom, worked out, played in the huge pool, and spent all the time we could before he had to leave. I held him deep inside me after he had his orgasm late Sunday night. Ryoji wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck.

"You're quite a kid, Darrin. I wish you could live with me. I know you would be very happy with me," he said.

"I know I would. I understand why I can't come with you. Perhaps karma is wanting to lead me elsewhere," I said.

Ryoji nodded. "Life is like that, Darrin. For now we see through the glass darkly, not knowing what the future is to be. All we can do is face it with head held high, courage in our hearts, and never wavering in our steps."

That stuck with me for the rest of my life and I never forgot it.

I left in mid March. Something had been bothering me for the longest time and I had the feeling this place was not where I wanted to be. I told Ogami about my feelings and he nodded.

"I am sorry to hear that, Darrin. I wish you well in your travels," he said.

He handed me a phone number and I tucked it into my pocket. I was to call it if I ever needed help. He put all of my money in a bank that wouldn't ask any questions and gave me a bankcard I could use to get money if I needed it. He also gave me an address where I could send money if I was carrying too much of it, which relieved me somewhat. One of the bodyguards led me out to the car and we drove off. They dropped me off on the edge of town and I walked away. I didn't know where to go now. I had just turned thirteen and now stood at six foot even [1.80 m] thanks to a growth spurt I had while spending the winter there. I felt as if I was standing at some kind of crossroads and needed to pick a direction to go. For some unknown reason I felt led to go back to my old hometown. So I got started on the road back to Yokohama.

It took me two days of walking to reach the next town. That's where the cops picked me up. What I didn't know was that the former classmate I had stared down had finally told his father about the harassment I had suffered there at the school after I had been sent to the home. I guess his guilty conscience had gotten to him. His father got really angry with him and called a number of parents and they got the same confessions out of their sons. Then child services were notified and they in turn put out a special bulletin on me. One of the juvenile officers in Yokohama remembered that I had been connected with the gang and went to see Tiny. He managed to convince Tiny to tell them about me. Tiny agreed to once they met his conditions.

They issued a second bulletin with my complete description of me. A police officer saw me as I walked into the tiny town and stopped me. He took me in when I wasn't able to produce ID and they talked to me for a bit. When they saw my tattoos they knew who I was. I broke once they showed me what they had on me. They didn't lock me up though. One of the officers took me home to his house and I spent the night there.

The next morning I went to the tiny airport and was flown to Yokohama in a Lear jet. While we were in mid air, I told them every thing that I had been through but gave them different names and fudged some details. I didn't want to get anyone in trouble except for the former gang leader and the guy who raped me. The Yokohama detective smiled.

"We know about those two and how he sold the gang down the river to get the money that was stashed inside the house and about the man who raped you. Both of them are back in the slammer where they belong. The gang is free and in a house together and under the supervision of a social worker. What money we could recover was put into the bank in a special account for when you kids come of age. Then it will be evenly split between everybody. You will join them there," he said.

That truly made my day. "Thank you," I said.

"What I wish to know is why you say that the last man you were with changed your life. In the eyes of the law he molested you," Detective Saigo said.

"Because it wasn't abuse. He treated me much differently than other men I had been with did. He taught me about love and what it means to be in a relationship. He taught me about myself and helped me with feelings and emotions I never knew I had been carrying so deep inside of me. He treated me as an equal, as someone who he loved and was a part of. He never took advantage of me. He respected my feelings and never forced himself on me or forced me into anything I didn't want to do. The man who raped me didn't care about my feelings or about me as a person. All he wanted was his own satisfaction at my expense. He didn't care that he was hurting me. He is the real molester," I said.

By the look in Detective Saigo's eyes, I knew I had given him something to think about. I knew I couldn't change the system or society overnight but if I could change the mind of at least one person, it would be a start.

I turned back to the window of the plane. I wondered what would happen to me now. All I ever wanted was to live my life in peace, nothing more. The seatbelt sign came on and I buckled myself in. The plane landed and I was escorted to a car and driven to the courthouse. I was charged with going absent without leave from the home. As luck would have it the home I had walked away from had been shut down because an investigation revealed that the adults there were stealing the money intended to take care of the kids and forcing some of them into prostitution and other things. I had been more or less been shoved into a corner and forgotten. I really didn't know about the things going on until I had been taken into court. I got lucky and I was given a suspended sentence and placed on supervised probation until I turned eighteen. I was glad of that. The next day I was taken to the house where the gang was. Tiny was the first out the door, racing down the sidewalk towards me.

"Darrin!" he yelled, leading the pack down the sidewalk towards me.

I hugged him as the others surrounded me. That was a homecoming I'd never forget, ever. The house was huge. All ten of us fit in there just nicely. It used to be a small hotel but the prefecture took it after it had been abandoned a few years back. The top floor had eight rooms each with it's own bath. There were two persons in each room. The girls had one side of the hall and the guys had the other. The bottom floor had the usual living room, dining room, kitchen, and laundry. There were four other rooms that was the TV/audio room, an office for the couple who ran the house and watched over us, a study room for when we had homework from school, and the last room was the game room. Go out the glass sliding door and there was the patio, a slab of cement thirty by thirty. There was a red-bricked barbeque off to the side and a table and chairs and a few loungers out there. Past the patio was a huge lawn, about the size of a regulation football field. Then there was the pool and a Jacuzzi. A ten-foot [3 m] tall fence surrounded the yard. The place looked nice.

"It should, we put a lot of work into it," grumbled Tiny.

"Sure learned a few things in the process," Tadeo said.

"For sure," Mariko agreed.

Then they presented me with the house contract. I read it over and it seemed very fair to me. In fact, the contract was a bit lenient.

"We fought over this thing for days," Tiny said. "A lot of negotiations went into these things. I did most of the talking. The Itayamas and the social worker Miss Ibuki would present an item to me and I'd take it back to the others and we'd discuss it. If we liked it, it was written in. If not, we sent it back and why it was sent back. We really went through hell over this thing."

"Well you all managed to agree on a contract," I said. "But there is something everyone needs to know and that is I am gay. I want to be able to bring a boyfriend home and have him spend nights with me."

I saw a strange look in Tiny's eyes as I said that. I'd have to pull him aside later and talk to him.

"Can you be discrete?" Miss Ibuki asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Then I have no problem with that," she said.

I signed the contract. "You know something Tiny? You should be a lawyer. You'd be damn good at this negotiation stuff."

Tiny laughed. "Exactly what I want to do. I'll do child advocate cases, help the kids."

"Good for you," I said.

The adults left us kids alone and we caught up on every thing that happened to us. I told them my stories since I'd seen them last. Eventually all of them drifted back into the house and back to what they had been doing before I showed up.

"What's on your mind, Tiny?" I asked.

He looked up at me and I could see a conflict going on inside his eyes. "Darrin, I'm in love with you," he said.

I was floored by what Tiny had just said. Tiny had told me he was in love with me. I reached out and put my hand on his arm.

"Tiny, I never knew you had feelings for me. Why didn't you say something?" I asked him.

"I was afraid to tell you," he said.

"Thank you for telling me, Tiny. I think you and I are going to get along just fine," I said as I smiled.

Tiny looked up and grinned at me. "God, you have no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that!" he exclaimed.

We stood up and hugged each other. Like I said, Tiny got his nickname because of his height. He barely scratched four foot even [1.20 m] and cracked the scales at roughly eighty pounds [35 kg]. I didn't care. He was my best friend and eventually he would be my boyfriend.

"So what do we do now?" Tiny asked.

"I think we should take this slow and easy, get to know each other real well first, spend time together and then see where that goes. If we hopped right into a sexual relationship and then discover six months down the road we aren't compatible, that would cause bad feelings on both sides," I said.

"Works for me," he said.

Naturally we told Miss Ibuki and the Itayamas about what we had discussed.

"That is a very mature adult decision both of you made. Darrin, one of the things you agreed to in the contract is counseling. We can arrange for a counselor from the local gay center to talk to both of you," Toda Itayama said.

"I'd appreciate that. Might be a good idea," I said, and we did just that.

It did help us a lot and I was able to let go of a lot of feelings I had built up inside of me over what happened to me over the two years I had wandered the streets.

The next issue was school. I wasn't sure how I would react to those who gave me a hard time about living in the home that I was sent to after Dad had disappeared. So now I was going to face my former friends again for the first time in two years. I arrived at the school for the meeting a week later. It was so strange walking back in there again. A few of the teachers I remembered were there. They said hello to me and told me they were glad to see me again and even apologized for their actions. I forgave them. It was the right thing to do. Then I met my former friends. All of them shook my hand and apologized. Yes, I forgave them all. It was the right and honorable thing to do. I knew now school wouldn't be a problem. Then I met the new principal and had a long conversation, ending with me taking tests to see what I knew. Boy were the results a shocker! My being gone for two years didn't affect me any. I was allowed to stay with my class. I was given a class schedule and I had been assigned to the basic classes since it was late in the year. I didn't mind.

The first day in school was a rough one. Tiny hung with me and helped me get through it. The classes weren't the problem, it was getting used to going to several different classrooms for the classes, and if that wasn't bad enough, there was gym class. I had no problem stripping in front a bunch of boys and I had done it enough times, the problem was how they would react to my tattoos and the nipple ring. Tiny showed me how to use the jock strap the night before so I wouldn't look like a fool wondering how to put it on. I sat in front of my locker and swallowed my fears and started stripping. Just as I had though would happen, boys started noticing the tattoos and the nipple ring and the place slowly fell quiet as they turned to look. I walked through the locker room shirtless to the john, letting all the guys in there see me. Even the coach was shocked into silence. I pulled my shirt on and then went for the door. A kid stopped me and asked me to help him get the soccer balls out on the field. He told me later he tried to send the message I was okay and he did succeed doing it.

The news of my tattoos and the nipple ring spread like wildfire around the school. Everyone knew by the time lunch rolled around. I kept my cool and did what I was supposed to. Nobody gave me a hard time about it. I felt good about how the day went. I felt that things actually would work out fine after all.

"Not bad for a first day," Tiny said as we walked home.

"You didn't hear my knees knocking in gym class," I told him.

He grinned. "Everything worked out, didn't it?"

"It sure did," I said. "Even Principal Sasaki was cool."

"I draw the line at you doing drag," Tiny laughed out loud.

I had to laugh too. "Sorry to disappoint you, but that will never happen."

That became the subject of discussion at lunch the next day. One of the kids approached me as I sat down with my tray.

"What's up?" I asked the guy.

He grabbed me by the front of my school uniform and snarled at me. "You aren't wanted here, you fag slut!"

Before I had a chance to react, Tiny and a few of my old friends immediately surrounded us. One of them stepped forward.

"Put him down, Koko. He's a friend of ours," he said.

Koko turned to Jo. "This piece of human garbage?"

Tiny reacted by raising his fist and stepping forward. Another guy stopped him. I looked into Koko's eyes and stared him down.

"I think he may be in the closet, Darrin. Why else would he be yelling so loudly about your sexuality?" Jo said.

Koko dropped me, turned to Jo, and pumped a right into his face. Jo calmly caught the next punch in his hand and quickly put Koko into an arm lock.

"I'll say this one time. Leave Darrin be. He is not to be bothered because he's gay. You give him any more trouble and I'll find you," Jo said calmly.

"You should talk!" Koko snorted. "You shoved him around a lot yourself!"

"That was a big mistake on my part. I did that because I was afraid of something I didn't understand. So I lashed out at him. I have to live with that shame for the rest of my life," Jo said.

I stepped up. "Let him go, Jo. He's not worth it at all. He's just a very small narrow minded person who will never understand the simple truth even if it kicks him in the balls to get his attention."

"You sure?" Jo asked.

I nodded. "Very sure. Let him go. He won't be anymore trouble now that everyone knows what he is."

Jo let Koko go and the heavyset teen snarled at me and then stalked off. I turned to Jo.

"I forgive you, old friend. Friends once more?" I asked, extending my hand.

Jo smiled and shook it. "Yes. Thank you for forgiving me even though I do not deserve it. You are indeed an honorable man."

I got plenty of respect from then on. I quickly made more friends and managed to get the gang introduced to some people as well. Things were looking up for me. Tiny and I were spending time together doing things and talking. We were getting more and more comfortable with each other. One of the things Miss Ibuki and the Itayamas insisted I do was to get tested. They ended up having a doctor show up at the house and talk to all of us about STD's (sexually transmitted diseases) and all of us got tested. You could imagine my relief when I came back negative. Tiny came back negative and so did everyone else. All of us were extremely happy about that. Never again would I ever play like that again. I was committed to Tiny even though we hadn't crossed that bridge yet.

"You really mean that?" he asked me when I told him I was done with that life.

"Yes. I am so glad I didn't catch anything. I don't know what I would have done if I had come back positive. I got lucky," I said.

"Yes you did," Tiny said. "Thank God for that."

I had to agree with that. I did have to be thankful I was okay. Not very many people can say that and it's a very hard thing to beat. Once you have it, your life is pretty much over and that's the sad truth.

School came to an end a few weeks later. I was looking forward to spending lots of time with Tiny. We made some plans for the summer and they had been submitted to the Itayamas for approval. We hoped they would approve. They did, and Tiny and I planned our first overnight trip to a cabin on the ocean's edge. It was there our relations took a new turn and we officially became boyfriends. We arrived there early morning and dropped our stuff there and took a short tour of the tourist area. Then it was to the beach for a few hours. We went back to the cabin close by and showered and changed for the ball game we had tickets for. The game was truly exciting and the Chunichi Dragons won it in an extra inning. It was late at night that we got back to the cabin and sat down in front of the fireplace once I lit a fire and we settled down on the couch. We started talking and before long things started happening. I looked into Tiny's eyes and realized my feelings for him ran deep. He could see the emotions in my eyes.

"I'm so in love with you Darrin," Tiny said. "I really want you to be a part of me, a part of my life."

"I want you to be a part of me, Tiny. You are the first person who's ever made me feel things deep in my soul and spirit," I told him.

He moved forward and before I realized what was happening, Tiny was kissing me. The feelings I had been holding back broke loose and went everywhere inside me. I moved back and looked at him. I slowly wrapped my arms around him and returned the kiss with as much passion as I could. Tiny responded by pressing himself against me. We fell back against the couch as we kissed some more. He broke away from me and pulled me up. Tiny reached for my shirt and started to undress me. Before long I stood naked in front of him. I pulled him to his feet and undressed him slowly. Before long he stood naked before me. I moved forward and took him back into my arms. The lovemaking got started.

We kissed for another few minutes and then Tiny broke away. He ran into the bedroom and came back with the thick comforters and I helped him spread them on the floor in front of the fireplace. We stacked the three comforters on top of each other and laid down on them next to each other. Tiny began touching me. I felt his hands explore my body as I felt myself get aroused. I relaxed and let him explore my body to his heart's content. I gently rolled him onto his back and started exploring his body. I used all of my skills to give him so much pleasure. He writhed and bucked as the feelings took control of his body and took him on a journey to some new level of awareness. I felt his hard five inches [12½ cm] in my hand and I bent down to taste it. I licked at the precum leaking out of his piss slit and he stiffened up and shivered as he cried out in pleasure.

"Oh Darrin!" he cried out. "Feels so good!"

I grinned. "You haven't felt anything yet."

I took his very hard cock in my mouth and started to suck him off. I heard him gasp out loud as I pleasured his cock for the first time in his life. I was sure he would remember this night for the rest of his life.

I swallowed his cock to the root and then sucked it hard as I came off it. Tiny was writhing about underneath me. I didn't want him to cum too soon, so I left his cock and followed the very pronounced line from the base of his cock, down between his balls, and right to the top of his gate. Tiny went nuts as he felt my tongue go down that way. He wrapped his legs around my head and cried out. I pried his legs apart and held them down as I started licking and sucking his balls. I felt the little eggs in their fleshy sack move around as I gently sucked on them. Tiny was very much in heat by now. I moved down to his gate and licked it, dragging my tongue across the surface of the fleshy pink hole. He shivered as I pleasure his gate with my tongue. I came back up after letting his legs down and sucked his cock another few minutes. I reached for the KY and applied some to my finger and got myself lubed up for his cock.

"Want to make love to me?" I whispered into his ear.

Tiny reacted to that by rolling me on my back. I applied a thin coat of KY to his cock and then opened my legs. I coached him through the penetration process and the look on his face was enough to make me want to cum. Tiny pushed his five inches [12½ cm] into me and it was like something inside of him took over. He began fucking me hard and fast and I saw tears at the corners of his eyes. Tiny had gone to that special place for the first time. He wouldn't forget this for the rest of his life.

Tiny kept on fucking me until I felt the ripples shoot through is cock and into me.

"I'm going! I'm going!" he sobbed out, his emotions so out of control.

He kept it up until he ran dry. Tiny collapsed on top of me and sobbed his emotions out. I held his sweaty body to mine as he cried. He finally regained control and rolled over on his back and raised his legs up.

"I want you inside me!" he demanded.

I knew his emotions were still in control. I gently touched him and laid his legs down and rolled him over on my lap and reached for the KY. I explained what I was doing and why it was so important as I worked to stretch and lubricate his gate. Once I knew he was ready, I put him on his back and put a folded pillow underneath him. He spread his legs once more and I moved up between his legs and placed my cock head at his entry. I gently pushed, feeling my cock open his gate. I instructed to let out a breath and he did. My cock popped right into him and he whimpered.

"Feels good," he groaned.

I relaxed for a moment to give him a chance to get used to having my cock inside him. Then I slowly pushed the rest of my six inches [15 cm] into him until I bottomed out. I was firmly inside of him. I gave him another minute and then began the lovemaking. His eyes were closed and his fingers digging into my forearms as I moved my cock inside of him. I felt his anal contractions on each in thrust and that carried me closer and closer to my orgasm. Sweat dripped off me and onto him as I made love to him. Suddenly I felt the ripples race through my cock and into him.

"I'm going, Tiny. I'm giving you my love, my essence, a part of me to carry inside you," I whispered into his ear as I shot my sperm deep into him.

He clung to me as I continued to ejaculate until I was done. Both of us relaxed and the world around us started moving once more. I slowly pulled out of him and took him in my arms and kissed him. I wiped both of us with a damp cloth and then covered us with the sheet. Tiny snuggled up to me and we entered the land of slumber together.

The others could tell that there was something different about us when we came home that night.

"Both of you are positively glowing," Mariko said as we walked in.

"That obvious?" Tiny asked.

"Yeah," Tadeo said as he looked up from the dishwasher part he was working on.

"Well, I guess it's because Darrin and I are official boyfriends now," Tiny stated.

Naturally everyone was pleased to hear that. The Itayamas congratulated us as well. We headed upstairs to our room. I stopped at the threshold and carried Tiny in over it as he grinned. I set him down in the middle of the room.

"Think they'll let us have a full size bed now?" Tiny asked.

"Wouldn't hurt to ask," I said.

Our request was granted and the next afternoon our new bed was in place. We slept very well on it and many a night we spent lovemaking on it. Our lives were entwined together and nothing could ever separate us. Sure we ran into some people who gave us lots of grief about us being a gay couple but our friends always came to our rescue. There were time we even fought to protect each other. But for the most part people left us alone and respected us. There would be many more changes in our lives, most of it good. As long as we had each other, life was good. We took care of each other, loved each other, supported each other, and lived happily together. We would go through some hard times and they would teach us some painful lessons but we would persevere. If someone had told me years ago what would happen to me I would have said they were nuts. After having gone through what I have, I have become a much better person for it. Life goes on, and so must I.

The End