Date: Sat, 27 Feb 1999 21:33:10 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: boy-san-03

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I started writing gay stories in 1985 and to now I wrote about 80 of
them. Being Italian, of course I wrote them in Italian. Now, many of my
friends asked me to translate them in English. But my English, also if
understandable, is surely not a "literary" one: I can't know all the
nuances and literary tricks I can use in Italian. I need somebody
revising my translation. Now, I found a person that is kindly helping me
with my stories. But I can't ask to one single person to help me with
all of my stories. So, if amongst you there is somebody (with a good
English style) that thinks this unpaid work worthy, and wants to help
me, I would be really happy. If such a person exists, can send me an
e-mail at:

andrejkoymasky@geocities.com

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BOY-SAN

by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1998
written the 30th of July, 1994
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Richard Hanna.

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"BOY-SAN" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of
sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so
on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story.
But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, ore because you think
yo really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.

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Chapter 3: JIRO IN LOVE - SABURO'S BOOKS

Leaving the tub, they dried themselves off and went back to Hiroshi's
room.

There, the senior embraced Jiro protectively and said, "Jiro, from now
on you'll have nothing more to fear; I'll protect you. I swear that
nobody will ever again make the slightest prank against you. Nobody."

"Why... why are you taking so much trouble for me?"

"Because... because I like you, and want to be your friend."

"Thank you."

Hiroshi lightly caressed Jiro's cheek, then his shoulders. Jiro shivered
gently.

"Does this bother you?" Hiroshi whispered.

"No, I like it."

"I like doing it, too." Hiroshi said and, trying to hide his growing
erection, crossed his legs and said, "Perhaps, we should get dressed,
now."

"No, not yet, please. Hold me a little more like this; I like it."

"Yes, but..."

"And you can caress me...more, please"

"I don't want you to think that... I didn't take you here for..." the
senior said, somewhat embarrassed.

"I know. But, even if you wanted... You are different from those
others...the boys who..."

"Do you understand what you are saying?" Hiroshi asked, moved, beginning
to caress Jiro's smooth shoulder and chest.

"Yes. I saw you are aroused. And I think it would be different with you.
It could be good." Jiro said, blushing, but with a soft smile,
nevertheless.

"Did you ever do it with another boy?"

"No, never... just...then..."

"Before... that doesn't count. I like you very much, I noticed you a
long time ago, did you know that? But I don't want you to think I helped
you just to..."

"I know, I said. But I like the way you caress me, embrace me. So..."

"Can I kiss you?" Hiroshi asked feeling filled with emotion.

"Of course. You can do everything you like with me. Also... that
thing...that the others did." Jiro said and blushed again.

"No. Not today, at least. It hurts you, doesn't it?"

"A little less, after the hot bath."

"But it hurts. And I don't want to hurt you."

"But you can kiss me, if you want." Jiro whispered, looking longingly at
Hiroshi's deep, dark eyes.

Hiroshi bent over him and their lips met gently. It was a long, tender,
sweet kiss; and meanwhile Hiroshi was lightly caressing Jiro's chest and
sides. Jiro closed his eyes and thought that what was now happening to
him was very beautiful. After the hateful violence he'd suffered, this
gentleness was a balm that healed the wounds inflicted to him by the
cruelty and violence of his schoolmates. Yes, he wanted to make love
with Hiroshi. By instinct, Jiro lowered his hand between his companion's
legs. Hiroshi opened them and Jiro lightly caressed his erection. And
Hiroshi did this to Jiro's youthfully erect rod as well.

The senior boy shivered with pleasure and said: "Oh, Jiro, it seems
impossible having you here, like this!"

"Are you happy?"

"Very. And you?"

"I too. Will you teach me...more?"

"Teach you? What?"

"Everything. How to make love with you. I never did it before, but I
want to, very much, with you."

"Another day, perhaps. Not today. Let's just stay like this, for now"

"All right. But kiss me again, please." Jiro said, continuing to caress
his mate's erect member.

Hiroshi took him in his arms, again, pulling the boy close to himself
and kissed him again. Jiro leaned against him and his own erection grew
more insistent. What was happening to him, Jiro thought to himself, was
very beautiful indeed. They remained that way, caressing and kissing
each other, for a long while. Also, Hiroshi now caressed Jiro's erection
and this also gave the boy great pleasure. That intimate contact was
more than simply agreeable. He didn't know that two males could give
each other such intense pleasure.

After that, Jiro's situation at school changed radically. First of all,
Hiroshi introduced the boy to his own group of friends, and, because
Hiroshi was greatly esteemed and highly respected by all, Jiro was also
esteemed and respected. The group of classmates who always had
persecuted him, were warned off by Hiroshi, and they started to behave
more circumspectly with Jiro. But above all, they stopped making him the
target of their unpleasant - and unwanted - attentions. Jiro felt as if
he was living in a dream.

But even more than all that, when Jiro finished his lessons and went
away from school every day he rode on his friend's bike and went to
Hiroshi's home with him. Here they were always alone, so they talked,
played, lay half-embracing to kiss and caress each other intimately and
pleasurably. They hadn't yet really make love; Jiro was waiting for
Hiroshi to ask him.

Hiroshi was eighteen and he was the youngest son of a famous TV
announcer and of a singer. His other brothers had already married and
lived elsewhere. His father and mother usually returned home rather
late, and always after supper time. In the morning two housekeepers
arrived at the house. One did all the cleaning and laundry, while the
other made the needed purchases and prepared the meals for Hiroshi. Then
they both went away before lunch, so in the afternoons there was nobody
home and the two boys could stay in sweet company without worry.

Hiroshi had, from his early childhood, learned jujitsu and even if he
never wanted to participate in championship fights, became very skilled
and strong. In High School he played on the baseball team and was one of
its best pitchers. Moreover, on Saturdays and Sundays, in his parents
lake-side villa, he did also some riding. He was, in short, an all
around athlete.

Hiroshi told Jiro that he discovered he was gay when he was thirteen and
fell in love with a young actor who was a guest of his parents at their
lake-side villa. Feeling in love, and clearly understanding what that
meant, one night he slipped inside the guest's room and lay near him
without waking him up. The young actor was just wearing his underpants,
and was sleeping uncovered. Hiroshi caressed the actor's member through
his underpants, and when the young man became aroused, and woke up,
Hiroshi told him that he wanted to make love. The young man said no and
told him to return to his room, but Hiroshi was determined, and insisted
so much that the actor, who was also gay (though secretly so), finally
surrendered and made love with him, teaching him the ways two men can
unite with each other.

"And you, Hiroshi - when will you make love to me?" Jiro eventually
asked, shy but eager, nevertheless.

"You really want me to?"

"Of course I want you to!" I'm in love with you, too, you know."

"After what they did to you..."

"But you're different. I want to be taken by you. Really. And it doesn't
hurt any more, now, so you don't have to worry. And I want so much to
become really yours..."

"I want so much to make you mine, Jiro." Hiroshi whispered.

"Undress me, then, and make love to me, please." the boy said gently,
looking at him trustfully and smiling all the while.

"All right. But you undress me, too." Hiroshi said, moved by the boyish
smile, and started undressing him.

As they slowly undressed each other, they kissed, and caressed each
other's body all over. And when Hiroshi took his friend's member between
his lips, Jiro shivered with pleasure and, thinking it was so beautiful,
wanted to give the same pleasures to his friend. So he turned around
until he reached Hiroshi's beautiful member, throbbing straight and hard
between his thighs. He started to lick, to kiss, to suck it like Hiroshi
was doing to him. The two boys, united in a gentle but hot sixty-nine,
enjoyed the one the excitation of the other. Jiro was really excited and
suddenly felt he vas near to cumming. He then tried to pull away from
his friend's mouth, but Hiroshi, who was aware of the Jiro's imminent
explosion, held him tight and, while Jiro was unloading, trembling all
over, prey to really intense pleasure, Hiroshi drank all of Jiro's
exploding lovejuice.

"Oh, Hiroshi, forgive me... I didn't want..." Jiro murmured confused and
ashamed.

"Why? I wanted it, I wanted to enjoy your taste." his lover answered,
caressing him.

"You mean... it is good?" the boy asked, amazed.

"Certainly it is. It is your taste, the taste of the boy I love."

"Then, I too want to drink from you!" Jiro said with enthusiasm, bending
to take his friend's member back into his mouth, quite determined to
bring him to orgasm inside his mouth.

Hiroshi let him continue, caressing him until he too reached his orgasm
and emptied himself inside his friend's eager mouth. Jiro drank in great
gulps.

"It's a strange taste, but it's good, too. It is the taste of you, my
Hiroshi, and I like it." Jiro murmured quietly, caressing his friend's
gradually softening member.

"You really liked it?"

"I couldn't not like it, because I love you." Jiro said tenderly.

"I too love you, my Jiro." Hiroshi said with a gentle smile.

"But when will you make me yours?" Jiro asked softly.

"Soon, beloved - very soon. And you, too, will take me again and again."

"I? But you are my elder, therefore..."

"When two love each other, there is no an elder or younger. And we love
each other, right?"

"Oh, yes. And it is truly beautiful to be in love."

Hiroshi, sitting up on the futon, made Jiro sit between his legs and
embraced him, kissing him gently: "It is beautiful being like this,
naked together, right Jiro? I love it. And I love you, too."

"Yes it's great. I would like to be like this always."

"You are so handsome, Jiro."

"And you are beautiful. I love you so much!"

The two boys, locked in each other's embrace, chatted about many things,
caressing each other and from time to time kissing each other eagerly.
Until the time for Jiro to go home came. Then they dressed and Hiroshi
took him back to the apartment on his bike, leaving him at the crossway
and Jiro ran all the rest of the way home, elated. He immediately
started to prepare dinner for his brothers, woke up Kazuya then, when
his elder brother went to work, washed the dishes and started to do his
homework for school, minding his little brothers and helping them with
their own school work until it was time to go to bed.

At times he asked himself what his brothers would have said if they knew
about his relationship with Hiroshi, especially Kazuya. But their love
was a too beautiful a thing, and he thought that he wouldn't care if
they discovered it and didn't understand it. Still, he thought, it was
better they didn't know about it, so as not to create problems. His
brothers did perceive that from some time Jiro was more cheerful than
usual, but they didn't attribute that to anything in particular, except,
perhaps, that his school marks had improve very much.

Finally, the day came when Jiro and Hiroshi were ready to unite with
each other completely. Hiroshi, while they were caressing each other,
naked on his futon, took a tube of gel and said, "Now I'll spread this
gel on your dick."

"Why? What's that?" Jiro asked looking at the tube curiously.

"This will make it easier when you will push it inside me."

"You want me..."

"Yes, I want you to take me. And afterward I'll take you, if you want."
Hiroshi said starting to lubricate the boy's straight, hard rod.

Jiro shivered with pleasure. The gel and his friend's caress, gave him a
sensation of freshness and warmth at the same time. Then Hiroshi lay on
his back, pulled his legs tight against his chest, and offered himself
to his friend with an inviting smile. Jiro drew nearer and, guided by
Hiroshi, put his glans between his lover's buttocks, onto his delicate
hole, and started to push gently inside.

"Push harder, my love, and don't be afraid: you won't hurt me."

Jiro applied more pressure and felt his friend's channel opening to him.
He felt great heat, and an intense pleasure while he was slowly sinking
inside the tight welcoming channel. He saw the smile on Hiroshi's face
widen, and he understood that his friend was feeling a pleasure as
strong as his own. He slipped completely inside, and stopped, gently
panting.

"Go on..." Hiroshi encouraged him with a wide, encouraging smile; he
caressed Jiro's chest and sides. "Now move back and forth, but don't let
it slip out. So... good... so... very good. . .go on..."

"That's wonderful! Do you like it?" Jiro said rapturously, moving inside
Hiroshi rhythmically.

"Of course! I love being taken by my beautiful Jiro!"

The boy looked at the blissful expression lingering on Hiroshi's face,
looked at his handsome body, strong and gentle, that was welcoming him,
and felt intense joy. He had never felt so excited before. The friction
of his member on his lover's rectal walls, resilient, hot, close-fitting
as a glove, gave him remarkably intense sensations, accentuated by the
expression of enjoyment that shone in Hiroshi's eyes. Now they were
united; they were really one...

The emotion was so intense that Jiro reached his own orgasm very quickly
and, by instinct, he pushed in more deeply, while his body contracted at
each jet of his lovejuice into the welcoming depths. Jiro moaned aloud,
prey to pleasure, while Hiroshi embraced him tightly and kissed him
deeply on his mouth.

"Oh, Hiroshi, how wonderful it is! Take me, now: hurry up! I really want
to feel all of you inside me!"

"Lie down, this way." Hiroshi said guiding him with tender care and
swapping positions with him on the futon. He lubricated his member then,
prudently, he spread some of the gel on Jiro's hole as well. Then he
lightly tested it with his finger. "Does it hurt you?" he asked
anxiously.

"No, on the contrary..." Jiro answered delightedly.

"And now?" Hiroshi hesitantly asked, pushing his finger, slowly, all the
way inside his boyfriend's hole and wiggling it gently.

"No, it's great! Don't be afraid of hurting me, Hiroshi. I want you all
inside me, just like you had me. Take me, Hiroshi, please! Make me yours
completely. I want to feel all of you inside me!"

Hiroshi put his friend's legs onto his shoulders and applied the tip of
his strong, hard member on the little palpitating hole. Then he started
to apply a slowly increasing pressure, until he felt the boy's tiny hole
palpitating to receive him into its depths. Hiroshi was sweating in his
efforts to control the pressure and not hurt his beloved companion.

"There it is! It is inside..." Jiro sighed, happily. To tell the truth,
he was feeling a slight irritating sensation, but the joy of finally
welcoming his lover into himself made that small annoyance more than
bearable, or, rather, almost pleasurable. "Oh, Hiroshi. it's really
great! Push; go on! Oh, how good that is!"

"You really like it?" Hiroshi asked him, still a little worried, as he
caressed Jiro's chest and brushed his pink, hard nipples delicately.

"It's so great I could easily die from it! Go on, Hiroshi, go on..." the
boy encouraged him, enjoying that sweetest of all invasions as if for
the first time.

For a moment Jiro recalled the violence he suffered from his class
mates. Hiroshi's member was certainly not smaller than those of his
classmates; quite the contrary; and yet he was feeling its presence
inside himself as a gentle and pleasurable thing, or to put it better,
as the most gentle and pleasurable thing he had ever experienced. The
difference was not in the member's size, or in the act itself, but in
the way it was done, in the reason it was done. His classmates wanted to
rape him, and hurt him. Hiroshi wanted to love him, and was giving him
only the strongest pleasure.

Now Hiroshi was moving inside him with vigour and tenderness; he was
making Jiro his, and he made the boy feel as if he were in paradise. And
as much his mates seemed horrible to him that day, so much now Hiroshi
seemed wonderful to him. And each of his lovers' thrusts was chasing
away from his flesh, and from his memory, and from his heart, the
outrage that he suffered. He felt as if his flesh was Hiroshi's flesh,
so intimately was he united to him, and happily his own.

Hiroshi felt more confident, also, seeing the joy in Jiro's face and
eyes, and was now taking him with transport and abandon. The two young
bodies, totally intertwined, shuddered at the union. Jiro was completely
relaxed and enjoyed the joyful series of thrusts with which his beloved
was taking him. And when Hiroshi reached the apex of his pleasure, Jiro
held him tightly, passionately, enjoying the strong darts of that living
flesh imprisoned inside him. "No, don't leave me yet. Stay so, stay
inside of me. It's so good!"

"Yes, my Jiro. I love you so much!" Hiroshi murmured, relaxing onto his
boy's body, embracing him and kissing him intimately, filled with tender
passion.

Little by little, their embraces loosened; but they continued to caress
each other, admiring each other's nakedness, each feeling that the other
belong him alone. "I am yours completely, my Hiroshi."

"And I'm yours always, Jiro, yours and only yours."

* * * * *

Kazuya's third brother, Saburo, was only fourteen. Like the others, he,
too, was very good in his school work. More than anything else, Saburo
liked the fine arts, and he would have liked having many of the nice art
books he thumbed through in a small book shop near his school. But art
books were very expensive, and he couldn't ask Kazuya for the money to
buy them. His elder brother was doing too much already, just to earn
enough money for essentials, to let them study and to maintain them all
as well. So Saburo contented himself with looking over and over at these
books longingly.

Then one day, he was unable to resist. Thinking he hadn't been seen (the
shop was empty and the owner was immersed in his accounts), he slipped
two of them inside his schoolbag. Then, with his heart pounding in his
throat, he strolled casually toward the exit. His head was in a whirl;
his temples were throbbing, he was trembling, and he was thoroughly
frightened at what he had dared.

He was almost to the door when he was grasped from behind by the
bookshop owner! "And just where do you presume to go, huh?" the owner
asked him stonily, jerking him back into the shop by his arm..

"Let me go... what do you want..." Saburo whined, becoming pale. His
schoolbag slipped from his arms and fell to the floor. It burst open and
the two filched artbooks slipped out.

"And these books - how did they get inside your schoolbag? Eh?" the man
asked, picking them up, without loosening his hold on the boy. Saburo
felt lost and didn't know what to say. "Now you come with me, and I'll
call the police."

"Oh no, please... Not the police..."

"Oh yes! Do you really think I would let a thief go free?"

"I..." Saburo said, wounded by that word, but knowing it was true. He
had become a thief!

"You, what?" the man asked disgustedly.

"I'm not really a thief...it's just that...well, I don't have the money
and I liked them so very much. I know I'm guilty. But... forgive me,
please!" he cried, and he prostrated on the floor, trembling.

"You don't really presume to move me to pity in that way, do you?"

"Don't report me. Please. If my brother comes to know about this..."

"I hope he'll make your bones rattle with a good flogging. It is the
least you deserve. Give me your documents, now!"

"No..." Saburo pleaded, but the man pushed him inside to the back of the
store and began to rummage through his uniform searching for them, until
he pulled out Saburo's wallet. He looked inside and pulled out the boy's
school identity card. "Please, please..." the boy, terrorized, begged.

"I'll either call your brother or the police. Or even better, your
father. I'm surely not going to let you go scot-free as if nothing ever
happened."

"My parents are dead. And my brother is killing himself with work to
support us. I cannot bring him such grief. Beat me; do me what you want,
but don't make my brother know about this, please! I cannot bring him
such grief!"

"You should have thought about that before you stole the books," the man
said, still very grim and unforgiving.

"I... Tell me how I can be forgiven! Anything... everything you want.
I'll come here to work for for you after the school for nothing; I'll do
the cleaning... anything. Beat me, if you want... what you want, really,
but don't call my brother or the police, please!"

A customer entered the shop. The man hastily put the boy's document in
his pocket. "Stay here and wait for me. There's a customer. Don't try to
flee, either; I have your papers and I can find you any time I want to."
Then the man left him, went back into the shop to help the customer.

Saburo remained there, standing still, trembling - his brain in turmoil,
frightened out of his wits. That await, enervated him further. The man,
after serving the customer, went to the shop door, locked it, and hung a
notice on it, "Back soon." He then returned to the back store, and the
anguished Saburo.

Saburo, in tears, pulled off his belt and handed it to the man: "Beat
me, as much as you want, but don't report me, please, don't make my
brother know about this shame." he implored.

The man took the belt and stretched it with his hands, looked at the boy
then commanded harshly, "Undress!"

Saburo quickly obeyed, trembling, thinking that soon the storm that he
deserved would fall upon his naked flesh.

"Pull off everything, underwear too." the man ordered. Saburo obeyed him
silently. The man looked him over carefully from head to toe, then,
stretched out his hand, fingered the boy's little ass: "For your
punishment, now I'll fuck your ass." he said determinedly.

Saburo trembled even more, but lowered his head and murmured: "As you
command, sir. But, you will say nothing to my brother? You'll not report
me to the police?"

"Possibly not. If you deserve it." the man said putting away the boy's
belt and, slowly opening his trousers, pulled out his soft member: "Lick
it and make it hard. Go!" he said pushing on the boy's shoulders to make
him kneel on the floor in front of him.

Saburo took that virile member into his hand and began licking and
sucking it. "Don't let me feel your teeth, idiot!" the man said sharp
and, grasped his hair, shaking the boy's head a back and forth. "Move
your tongue.. And suck harder!"

Saburo, obeyed fearfully. To be naked in front of this still dressed man
made him an inferior, and very much ashamed as well. Moreover, from his
friends' remarks, he knew that sucking a cock or taking it in his ass
was a shameful thing. But, he thought, it was a thousand times better
than to make Kazuya know he stole... He felt the man's rod becoming
bigger, turgid, filling his mouth with its hardness, its strength and
virility. He also felt the manly acrid smell of the man's pubes. But,
oddly enough, that hard consistency throbbing inside his mouth, was also
somewhat pleasurable. The initial slight nausea with which he received
the virile meat into his mouth, was vanishing. He continued sucking the
man for a while, then shop owner had him stand up, raising him almost
bodily. Then he made the boy lean over a stack of boxes full of books;
he spread Saburo's little buttocks and spat his hole. He moistened his
erect fuck-rod with more of his saliva and put its tip directly on the
boy's virgin hole.

"If you want me not to report you, you have to take it all without
making the slightest sound - you understood?"

"Yes, sir." Saburo said choking back a sob. Tremblingly, he awaited his
rapidly approaching conquest.

That push wasn't long in coming, either. Strong, determined, accompanied
by fierce shooting pain. Saburo gave a start but didn't let out a single
whine. A second strong push and the hard rod entered him more. Hot tears
ran down the boy's cheeks as that massive meat stretched his tight
virgin rectum, implacably entering him deeper with each probing thrust.

Finally he felt it all inside himself, and then the man started to fuck
him energetically, holding him still in his strong hands. Saburo didn't
have any intention of escaping that deserved punishment. His body was
jolted with each thrust the man's determined loins gave him. Saburo was
so filled with shame the he almost didn't feel the pain of that virile
penetration.

The man was enjoying the virgin boy-butt. Even if he was married and had
children older than Saburo, he had always liked boy. Usually he went to
a private club in Shinjuku where he could have a young boy, normally the
son of some clandestine immigrant, for a few thousand yen. But this one
was younger, virgin, fresh, and, moreover, free. He liked that fuck very
much. Very much indeed!

The man enjoyed the boy's tight ass for as long as he could, but at last
he came inside him with a few final strong vigorous pushes. Then he
slipped out from the boy, wiped his member and put it back in his
trousers. Saburo remained in position without moving. The man caressed
the just deflowered little ass. "Well, now you can dress again." he said
harshly.

Saburo stood up and turned. "Do you promise me you will not tell my
brother?" he asked, not bothering to hide his tears of pain and shame.

"Yes, I promise. Get dressed, now."

Saburo obeyed. When he was dressed, the man picked Saburo's schoolbag
from the floor and handed it to the him, who then asked, "Can I have my
documents back, please?"

"Yes, but before I do that, I'll write down your information." the man
said. He took a piece of paper and copied the boy's name and address and
gave him back his wallet. Then he picked one of the two artbooks the boy
tried to steal and handed it to the boy. "Here, you can have this, since
you liked it so much." he said almost gently.

"Really? I can?"

"Yes, you've earned it, now. And the next time you want a book, if you
have no money, you know how you can earn it from me without stealing, do
you understand?" the man said, hoping to have the boy for his pleasure
again. "You have only to come to the desk with the book you want, when
there aren't any other customers in the store, and show it to me. We'll
go into the back room and... afterwards... the book will be yours.
Understood?"

"Yes sir." the boy murmured. The man accompanied him to the door and let
him go.

Saburo returned rapidly back home, all the while feeling a dull pain in
his recently opened little ass; he had the fine artbook in his
schoolbag. How could he now explain that book at home? He might say he
won it in a school competition. Yes, they would surely believe him.
After all, he had been very lucky, even if he was deeply ashamed for
what he had to allowed the man to do to him in the back of the store.
But, anyway, nobody would ever have to know about it.

For about a month, Saburo didn't pass that book shop again. He was
ashamed just to be seen again by that man. But then, the desire to have
another of those fine artbooks became too strong. After all, he thought,
the man was ready, the man told him that... And the book was worth the
pain... For a couple of days he almost returned to the shop, but then at
the last moment he lost his courage and changed direction. He then
decided to go back, and returned the shop. From the opposite side of the
street he saw that there where three customers already inside. He
waited, tense, nervous, often feeling the temptation to go away, but
when he saw the last customer leaving, he crossed the street with his
heart in his mouth and entered the shop. The glance and the knowing
smile of the owner made him blush. But, determined, he went to the shelf
and took the wanted and took it to the counter, handing the book to the
owner, without a word.

The man took it, put it in a shopping bag and handed it back to the boy.
"You don't have the money, right?"

Saburo shook his head. The man smiled. He put the "Back later" notice on
the door, locked it, and then pushed Saburo to the back room of the
store.

The boy put down his schoolbag: "Should I be naked?" he asked blushing,
his eyes lowered.

"No, it's enough if you just lower your trousers, and lean against the
boxes over there," the man answered as he opened his fly.

Saburo complied and put himself in position. He felt the man preparing
him like the first time, with his saliva, then he felt him on his body
starting to penetrate him. "I like your nice tight ass, Saburo. Why
don't you come more often to get a book?" The man's voice was hoarse
with desire, as he sank deep inside him with a series of strong thrusts.
Then he began to fuck Saburo with intense pleasure.

It was still somewhat painful, but Saburo was just thinking of the books
he could get that way. All things considered, why not? The man was about
forty, evidently, and rather than punish him, was doubtlessly willing
just to enjoy him, and was fucking him with evident pleasure. And the
pleasure the man had in taking Saburo, returned a faint sensation of
pleasure to the boy, too. After all, it wasn't so bad being fucked, if
each time he could earn one of those beautiful books...

The man finally came. He slipped out of Saburo's well-fucked ass and
gave a small slap to the boy's luscious buttocks: "I really like you,
Saburo. Why don't you come more often to get a book?"

"All right." the boy answered blushingly. And he returned the following
week, and he got into the habit of visiting the book seller about once a
week. The third or fourth time, while he was fucking him, the man
started to beat the boy off, and so Saburo started to feel also his own
intense pleasure. Occasionally, while Saburo, was beating himself off in
the toilet, he closed his eyes and imagined he was sucking the man, or
that he was being fucked by him, and his orgasms were stronger than
usual.

And once, when the boy went back to the shop, he didn't have any book in
his hands when he went to the desk.

The owner looked at him somewhat puzzled: "So, Saburo? Didn't you choose
a book?" he asked trying to understand what the boy wanted.

"The ones I like... I got all of them." the boy said blushing a little.

"So, then?" the man asked.

"Can't we go back... there, anyway?" the boy stammered, feeling a bit
ashamed but excited.

The man pleased smiled: "So, you too like it, huh?"

"Yes, I do," Saburo admitted sotto voce, blushing again.

The man, merrily went to put the notice at the door, then reached for
Saburo who, in the back room, had already pulled off his trousers. When
the man unsheathed his rod, so hard and straight, Saburo shyly asked:
"Can I... suck it for a while...before you...?"

"Sure, Saburo, of course! It is all for you. Take it, boy!"

Saburo, happily bent over that throbbing meat and started to bustle
about with a determination that surprised even him.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4

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In my home page I've put some of my stories. If someone wants to read
them, the URL is

http://www.geocities.com/~andrejkoymasky/

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