Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2003 04:31:58 EDT
From: DAG1064@aol.com
Subject: Tales From Japan: Street Rat 01 (m/t, oral, anal, kink)

Street Rat 01
By David DAG1064@aol.com
M/t, t/t, oral, anal, bondage

Author's Notes: This story is fiction.  All characters and situations are
not real.


Street Rat 01


	I stood on the street corner and watched people go past me.  Nobody
gives me a second look.  I don't exist to them.  They choose to look the
other way and that's fine, it just tells me what kind of person they are.
The reason they pretend I don't exist is because I am what people would
call a street rat.  The politically correct term would be a throw away kid.
I've lived on the street now for about a year.  I spot a cop coming towards
me and I turn and walk away in the opposite direction.  I walk down an
alley and burrow into some boxes to keep warm in.  Winter is slowly setting
in and I need to find a place to stay warm in.  I've heard of some empty
warehouses in the business section so I plan to head over that way in the
morning.  I sigh and curl up inside the box and try to sleep.  You really
never sleep too well on the street.  There is too much noise that keeps you
awake.  Sirens of the police cars, other drifters in the alley with you,
people passing by on the clean well lit streets, and the heavy sound of the
busses.  Sounds you can never really get away from.  If not those, then
your nightmares.  They haunt you constantly, ripping little bits off your
sanity until one day you snap and dive in front of a bus or a truck.  Not
the best way to go.

	My name is Darrin.  I stand five foot even, 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
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
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 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 even and
weighed about seventy pounds 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 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.  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, 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 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 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."


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To Be Continued in Street Rat 02