Date: Mon, 23 Nov 1998 11:09:53 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: Tattoo-1

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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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FOR DRESS A TATTOO (YAKUZA)
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1998
written the 21st of June, 1994
translated by the Author
English text
kindly revised by Randy.

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"FOR DRESS A TATTOO (YAKUZA)" 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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CHAP. 1/8

THE ENCOUNTER

He slowly emerged from the sea, his usual bright smile lighting his
face. Erect, his slightly tanned body streaming water, shining at the
sun. His lean, athletic torso underlined by a red fundoshi splendidly
swollen. He was completely unaware... of his sensual beauty that
attracted the envious glances of the men and looks of not well hidden
desire from the women.

Unaware like all the virgins, though not out of need or by choice, but
simply because life hadn't yet offered an occasion for the awakening of
the senses.

It is not that Takeda Jun knew nothing about sex.  Since puberty he
would at times give himself relief with his hand. But no one had yet
awakened his desires nor his fantasies. Occasionally he thought that one
day he would marry and have children, but never lingering  too much on
those thoughts.  Like at times you think that one day you'll have to die
but, especially when you are still young, you don't think of that as
something real or concrete. You don't worry.

So, unaware, he stretched, pleased with the nice swim he had had, with
the cool breeze and the warm sun that caressed his skin in competition
with the glances of the many  bathers and swimmers. Then, with
involuntarily voluptuous indolence, he went towards his towel and lay
down to dry in the sun.

Unaware  of the long, careful look of appreciation and desire with which
Yamaguchi Kazunari had followed him from the reserved solarium on the
roof of the seaside resort. A look that  didn't escape to the attention
of Soda, the young and faithful Kazunari hanger-on [attendant?].

"Boss, do you want him?" the youth asked with a cunning smile.

"Idiot! You'll never understand what I want, never." the young man
answered drily.

"Come on, boss. I've noticed  exactly how you were looking at him. And
now, just look between your legs, a little more and your swimming suit
breaks apart!" said Soda sniggering with a know-all face.

Kazunari gave him a blow on the head with the rolled magazine. Soda
undaunted continued:

"If you want him, you have just to tell me, no? Tonight you'll have him
without that fundoshi on him, like a good boy, ready on your bed. Did I
ever disappoint you, boss?"

"They were hustlers, it's different. Anybody can persuade them to be
ready on my bed, maybe after making them give head, as you do."

"Boss! You know that I dig just females, right?"

"Shut up! They told me."

"Well... it was just to be sure that they were able to please you
really, believe me. They were almost not able to give me a hard on, for
real!" the youth answered almost sulky.

Kazunari had been stricken by that boy: not so much by and not only for
the  physical beauty that he wore unaffectedly, like an everyday dress,
without showing off, but above all for the fresh and clean expression of
the boy. For his luminous and sweet smile and for that incongruous 
bright red fundoshi that made him look almost like a mikoshi carrier at
a procession. Of course he desired that splendid boy, but not just to
fuck him one or two nights, to just enjoy his body: for the first time
he felt a desire for somebody in a different way, in a new way... to
make love, to love. And it was for that reason that Soda's remark had
bothered him so much.

Jun stood up, shook the bathing sheet to free it from the sand, folded
it and went towards the showers. Again Kazunari followed him with his
eyes. From the back, the Y shape of the boy's body was even more
evident: broad shoulders, narrow waist, a small ass abundantly and
pleasurably exposed because of the fundoshi, straight and sound legs. A
delicious male body, well shaped, adult, but with a wonderful adolescent
face. He felt such an intense desire that he felt quite ashamed for it.
He saw him disappear in the seaside resort and inside his heart he
whispered: good bye, vision from a dream!

Why didn't he go downstairs to look for him? Why didn't he think of a
pretext to buttonhole him, to get acquainted to him? Why did he remain
up there, not budging from his deckchair, with his faithful and dumb
Soda nearby and discreet body guards scattered all around? Yes, why?
Possibly because he was too used to treating the boys he desired like
objects, but that boy, on the contrary, could not be an object! He was a
boy to be conquered, courted, loved, not to be grasped, used, thrown
away... he had at once understood that.

Who knows... perhaps it will be better to forget him, he thought, almost
with regret. That one was not the right boy for him. Besides, he
probably had a girl and  there wasn't even the faintest idea in his mind
of the possiblity of having sex with a man... Yes it was wiser to push
him out from his thoughts... After all he was happy with the boys he
could find in the gay bars, waiting just for a client or an adventure.
At least those boys were skilled and without needless complications

"Let's go, Soda!" abruptly and dryly he said.

"Already? Ok, ok, as you want, don't pull faces, now! It's just that you
said you wanted to wait for Hiroshi..."

"I don't even know if he will really show up. Today he is with his new
girlfriend, can you guess how much he would think about our
appointment!? Let's go."

Soda nodded to the others and they went down at the resort's lower
level, where the Yamaguchis had their private rooms. Kazunari showered,
put on his cream suit, went downstairs and got in his special-bodied car
and went home. None of his family was there, just the servants. He went
into his room and opened the shoji toward the garden. He switched on the
TV but didn't look at it. He loosened his necktie and sat on the
veranda. Lit a cigarette.

That garden was full of memories for him: the bamboo water balance
implacably beat the time, since before his birth. That sound was
omnipresent in his most remote memories, but in one in particular: when
his father had caught him, nine years before, with the gardener's son,
sucking each other, completely naked on his futon. He was sixteen and
his companion fifteen. There was no one in his family at home and none
of the servants would have dared to enter his room. But his father had
returned home before he was expected and he didn't hear him coming. For
some strange reason his father had wanted to talk to his son and had
caught them. He slipped off his belt and gave them a good trashing, with
ferocious calm, to the rhythm of the water balance. Then, when he tired,
he told the gardener to send away his son. It didn't matter where, just
that he never show up in their house again. Then he tried to get from
his own son a promise that such things would never happen again.

But Kazunari had discovered, more or less two years before, that he was
attracted only to his own sex and that boy for sure wasn't the first one
he had had sex with. He had absolutely no intention of giving up. So he
bluntly said so to his father. His father's only answer had been to
order two of his men to follow his son, with the order not to leave him
alone under any circumstance: except when he entered his school, they
waited outside for the entire time, in a car, to be sure the boy
couldn't sneak out.

So Kazunari looked for a couple of mates inside the school. He would go
with them to the rest room and have sex. Always a couple because, while
he was fucking with one of them inside the box, the other was on watch
outside. Then they swapped places - he couldn't be satisfied with just
one fuck, on the contrary the first just increased his yen.

"My poor dad, you thought you were stronger and more shrewd than me..."
he said in a low voice, stubbing out the cigarette he had just lit on
the crystal ashtray and standing up.

With his mother, after his father death, he managed a compromise: as
long as he didn't bring his boys home, with discretion he could do as he
pleased. So, at seventeen he got his pied a terre, an apartment, small
but elegant, furnished with all the comforts, downtown. And Soda would
bring him the boy he had chosen in one of the gay bars of the town.
Soda, the first time he had entered a gay bar, was ashamed to death. But
afterwards, was amused and had become a friend to all the hustlers, even
if he was married and anyway he liked women. But that didn't deter at
all, his occasionally getting head from those boys, in his car, before
bringing them to him. The same Soda that now was waiting for his
commands in the kitchen, where he was quite surely courting the new
cooks helper, a hale twenty years old girl freshly arrived from the
countryside.

He took the telephone and dialed the kitchen. Soda immediately answered.

"After dinner we go to the Adon." Kazunari said.

"Sure boss. Do you have something in mind, or do you prefer something
new tonight?" asked the lackey who, when referring to the bar boys,
never said somebody but always something.

"If he shows up, I'll like Ken. If not a new one. We'll see."

"Sure boss. Do you want to have dinner in your room?"

"No, if there is family, I'll eat with them."

Kazunari changed his clothes, preparing with care for that night going
out. Even if they were generally always hustlers, but not all of them,
he liked to wear good clothes and, above all, refined underwear. Even a
fuck, by his philosophy, was to be done with art, and enjoyed.

Ken was a really gorgeous boy, and not an hustler, and that's why,
probably, he preferred him to the other boys. He was in high school and
was feared and respected by everybody. He intimidated everyone owing to
his strong will and cleverness. Kazunari had first met him when he went
to his little brother Tomoya's High School to assist at the baseball
match his brother played against another High School. Ken was the
captain of the team and he at once liked that boy. He inquired about the
boy and found out that he was the son of the owner of a small sushi bar.
After the match, won by his brother's team, he went to the locker room
ostensibly to greet and compliment his brother, but really to meet this
Ken that had awakened his desire. He buttonholed the boy and found out
that, besides being handsome, he was attractive with the  impudent air
of a little boss. He invited Ken to have a drink with him to celebrate
the victory.

"Are we waiting for your brother?" Ken quietly asked.

"No, you and me, alone. I want to know you better, you interest to me."

"All right."

They drank, then he invited him in his pied a terre. The boy accepted.
Here Kazunari, going straight to his aim, put his hand between the boy's
legs and fingered his basket. Ken had jumped on his feet:

"Hey, who do you think I am? I'm no fag, you know! If you've got any
idea of doing..." he said belligerently, being on the defensive and
looking at him enraged.

"Come on, calm down. I know you are no faggot, otherwise I would not
even have tried. You are all male, that's why I like you."

"You are out of your head! It's better I leave."

"No. Now you undress, completely." Kazunari said, self confident.

"You are crazy! Does drinking always have this effect on you?"

Kazunari seized his arm, pulling him nearer and, with an amused accent,
said calmly:

"Go on, undress: you'll see, I'll make you enjoy it."

Ken attacked him with a karate move, to free himself, but Kazunari, from
earliest childhood, did martial arts and was more than skilled. With a
few simple moves he held him fast:

"Boy, if I want I can force you to do anything I like. Why don't you
simply accept it without making so much fuss? I said I want you enjoy
it. Undress, if you don't want me to get you nekkid."

"Try it!" the boy answered in a defiant tone.

"All right." Kazunari answered. Then keeping cool and taking it easy,
turning him between his arms and legs like a rag doll, without tearing
off one single button, without making a single rip in Ken's clothes,
first made him naked, then undressed himself.

Ken struggled with all his might, ruthlessly, furiously, even if
uselessly, but when he saw the naked body of the young man, covered from
shoulders to the mid thighs by the artistic, colorful tattoo, he
suddenly stopped his struggles.

"You are a yakuza!" he said at low voice, with an accent of reverent awe
and respect.

"Yes." the young man quietly answered.

"An important one?" Ken asked, barely touching with his fingers the
complex drawing that covered the man's skin like a fitting dress.

"Rather." the other answered, looking at him with desire. Kazunari was
excited, but noticed that Ken also had a hard on, so cunningly laughed:
"You say you don't want it, but you have a real boner, uh?"

"I've never done it, never with a male." the boy said, grim, but giving
up the struggle.

The young man, still keeping him so that he couldn't escape, started to
caress him in all his body.

"You'll see, you'll like it. Relax, boy."

"I've no choice, right? You're too strong... and powerful. So, fuck me
and let me go. At least, don't keep on."

"No, I want you to ask me to do it. I don't want to rape you, even if it
would be easy for me. I want you to enjoy it with me, as I said."

"Oh, shit, but what do you want from me? That I say I like it?"

"Well, not before, but after." Kazunari answered continuing to caress
him and to excite him little by little.

And little by little he loosened his grasp, even though he was ready to
block him if he tried to escape, but the boy did nothing to shirk.

"Really you've never done it, before?"

"No, never with a male."

"But now, don't you feel like trying it, with me?"

Ken for a while didn't answer, remaining tense and still under the more
and more intimate caresses of the other, then emitted a soft sigh:

"You are a devil. You are exciting me in spite of that tool you are
brushing on me. You are making me want it... possibly because it's a
month since I've had sex..." Ken murmured and his hand lowered to grasp
the young mans member, that he fingered it for a long while, then said:
"Who could have said I would find myself naked and with a man's cock in
my hand..."

"And... don't you like that?" Kazunari asked, brushing Ken's small, hard
and dark nipples,   making the boy quiver from head to toe.

"It's strange, but... yes." Ken said starting to masturbate Kazunari and
looking at the young man's member almost fascinated. Then without
looking him in the eyes, with a low voice, he said: "And I bet that now
I have to suck it and that afterwards you will shove it in my ass,
right?"

"What do you think?" Kazunari asked pushing lightly, but firmly, the
boy's head toward his groin.

"As I thought..." the boy sighed and lowered, resigned, to lick that
hard flesh rod he had in his hand.

Then Kazunari turned on the carpet and went to suck the nice turgid and
straight pole of the boy. Ken moaned, prey of pleasure, and at his turn
started to suck the young man's meat almost with ardour. When Kazunari
felt that the boy was losing his control, turned him over and started to
skilfully lick him between his strung, small, nice buttocks.

"Oh, that..." the boy moaned, pushing his back against the man's face,
to better feel those incredible licks. He knew what would follow that
licking, but he didn't mind anymore - he was really, terribly excited.

"Relax. The first time can be a little painful, but you'll see,
afterwards you'll like it. Relax, Ken." he said turning again the boy
over and preparing him for the penetration. "The more you relax, the
less painful it will be..."

"Go on, hurry up." Ken said, sullen but excited.

And Kazunari took him: he was not surprised by the fact that Ken didn't
lament when he sank into him with a set of strong pushes, until he won
past the resistance of the incredibly tight virgin channel, even if he
betrayed his pain with a short contraction of all his body's muscles.
Ken was a tough boy, he knew, and that made Ken even more desirable to
him. He was not even surprised at the docility with which Ken accepted
the vigorous hammering that followed - the boy accepted the unavoidable
as a real man. But he was astounded when the boy, just a second before
him, started to moan wildly:

"Oh, I'm coming... oohh, coming... aaah... ah... oooooh... oooh... aah,
cooooooming!" and downloaded himself against the mattress without even
having touched himself, intensely quivering, while Kazunari discharged
in him, fully satisfied to have tamed that cockerel and to have gained
his cherry. He remained pleasantly and deeply embedded in the boy, while
regaining his control.

Afterwards, when dressing again, Ken was silent and gloomy, almost
sulky. He tried to make him talk but the boy replied in monosyllables.
Then Ken asked him if he was now free to go away.

"I have you driven home in my car." Kazunari said.

"By one of your lackeys? No, thank you, I'd rather go back with the
bus."

"See you again..." the young man said at the door.

Ken didn't reply and went down the stairs quickly, taking the steps two
at a time, almost fleeing. But they met again and it was the same Ken,
to whom he had given his telephone number, who called him and asked him,
with an air halfway between brazen and shy, to fuck him again. They met
several other times. One evening Kazunari brought Ken to the Adon and
the boy, at the bar, started to look for a partner: he was fully
converted to the same sex love, even if Kazunari thought that he hadn't
completely given up with girls. When they met at the Adon, Ken always
accepted his invitation, without problems. And now that he had fully
accepted that kind of sexuality he participated with eager pleasure in
the sexual encounters with Kazunari, giving himself to the young man
without restraint and with manifest pleasure. At times Kazunari had
thought about proposing him for entrance  into the family, but something
had held him back, til now.

That evening everybody was present at dinner, even his elder sister
husband and the family lawyer. Kazunari immediately felt that something
important was on the air.

"So, Eguchi, we really need to conclude that contract with the Matsuda
Company?" his mother asked as soon as they sat at the table.

"Madam, if we renounce to that contract, Oshima will do it and we really
don't need him becoming stronger right now."

"Oshima? That would be the limit! That pig!" Tomoya upset said.

Hiroshi trew him a rough glance. Tomoya become silent but kept his
belligerent expression.

"Do you mean that we cannot manage to have the control of the Matsuda,
then?"

"We will, soon, madam, but not soon enough to obtain this contract and
afterward it will just become more difficult."

"Okay, I understand. Then, lets conclude it." Michiko said.

"But the Matsuda is shilly shally... they evidently want to rise the
price. They are trying to make us understand they have received better
offers."

"From Oshima, right?" Tomoya asked, hard.

Hiroshi gave him a kick under the table. Kazunari smiled in himself:
Hiroshi cold and rational, Tomoya passionate, as usual. And Hiroshi was
disturbed by the passionate nature of the youngest brother.

"Well, let the Matsuda understand that they accepts our offer or they
risks not to be able to accept any other offers ever again." Michiko
said drily, eating an oyster.

"We've already put pressure on him, but..." the lawyer said.

"Kazunari, tomorrow morning you will go to visit the Matsuda's
President, Mister Nakamura, and made him listen to reason."

"Can I use the hard methods?" the young man quietly asked, weighting his
mother's expression, in fact he knew very well that more than the words,
it was how she said them that counted.

"Nothing personal, little men at times have a martyrs soul, unhappily.
What counts for him..."

"We can kidnap one of his children." Tomoya said and received another
kick under the table from his brother, who said

"You heard, right? Kazunari has to about it. Shut up, once and for all!"

"Kazunari, always Kazunari, just because he is the eldest." Tomoya
complained, "I'm eighteen, now, when will you charge me with something,
mother?"

"When you behave a little more maturely." Hiroshi said.

"You are not my mother!" Tomoya retorted harshly.

"Enough!" Michiko said dryly.

"Do you need a hand, Kazunari?" asked Ryuta, Naoko's husband, more to
turn attention away from Tomoya than for real.

"No, not yet. If tomorrow he still doesn't sign, then perhaps..."

"Do you have a plan?" Hiroshi asked.

"Just a truck loaded with explosives parked in the underground parking
of the Matsuda Company's skyscraper, I think." Kazunari slowly said.

Tomoya brightened up, but all the others looked at him perplexed: those
were not Kazunari methods. He faintly smiled at the others reaction, and
continued

"And a voyeuristic tour for Mister Nakamura from his office to inside
the truck, just to show him that really he signs with us or he will no
longer be able to sign with others. If we are able to introduce a truck
into his so well protected underground, we will be able to introduce
anything we want, anywhere we want." Kazunari concluded, "But this is
just as last resort..."

They discussed a little more then, around at eleven pm, Michiko wound up
the reunion. While Kazunari was going to summon Soda, Tomoya approached
him:

"Why you don't have him find a dynamite charge in his presidential bog?
That man, cares more for his ass than for his skyscraper, I bet!"
whispered rapidly then parted to take his bike in the garage.

"Are you ready, Soda?"

"Sure, boss. Who do we bring tonight?"

"Choose a couple. And be sure they are presentable, where we are going.
The last time they seemed like two policemen."

"Boos, if they hear you, they will feel offended!"

"It's not my fault. They chilled the entire atmosphere."

Ken was not at the Adon, that night, so Kazunari choose a big boy with
the aspect of a baseball player and a tough glare: he liked to tame
those young bulls, in his bed. He pointed him out to Soda and asked one
of the other of his men to bring him to his pied a terre. When the teddy
boy arrived, Kazunari, already wearing just his yukata, ordered him to
undress. The big boy complied with a smile and when he was completely
naked, fingering his big rod still erect, asked, self confident:

"Do you like it? What do you say about it? Where do you want it?"

Kazunari smiled: "Not bad, but... now you give me a good blow job nicely
preparing my rod, so that afterward I'll fuck your nice ass." he said
letting his yukata glide away from his body and showing the boy his hard
member.

"Hey, you're joking! I'm just a top, not a bottom." the other said,
still self confident.

"Want to bet? And we will even have an encore?" Kazunari answered
grasping him and, just with one move, holding the boy fast under him.

The other tried to fight him, but Kazunari was strong and skilled so
that soon the other understood that he didn't have any way out. Then
Kazunari so expertly excited the boy as to completely bend him to his
wishes and when he started to penetrate into the teddy boy's ass, he
completely surrendered. He slid in him with smooth easiness, so said in
amusement:

"I'm not the first, it seems."

"No... but I prefer to be a top."

"And who's your top, then, seeing how easily you are taking it?"

The boy didn't answer. Kazunari enjoyed him for a long while, even if he
was no virgin, he had a nice ass, that the young man worked at his
pleasure, always keeping the boy thoroughly aroused, until they both
came. Then, while relaxing before the second round, he repeated his
question. The boy that time answered:

"It's my boxing coach. Each time, in exchange, he pays me a young boy
that takes my dong in his ass."

"It's a threesome?"

"Right."

"And you are in the middle?"

"Yes." the boy answered, amused, caressing the young man's member that
was rising again, then asked: "So really do you want to have an encore?"

"For sure. I enjoyed you."

"If I just knew it would have ended that way, I could at least bring a
chick with me. You don't get fucked, right?"

"Right. But with the money my man gave you, you can buy yourself a
couple or even more chicks, if you want them." said Kazunari setting
about fucking again the boy, with renewed desire.

Yes, he really loved to tame those cockerels who played the macho... and
the more they pretended to be all male, the more he liked to completely
subdue them to his pleasure.

Kazunari didn't want anybody with him and he had been right. Nakamura
had been impressed first  by the fact that the young man had arrived all
alone, by the fact that he didn't menace, he never did rise his voice,
and was convinced in just forty six minutes of an "amiable"
conversation. Kazunari didn't even need to show the man the truck filled
with explosives in the underground parking. And now Kazunari was coming
out from the presidents office, on the twenty seventh floor of the
building, with the signed contract in his pocket. His men were waiting
for him in the hall, but Kazunari decided he wanted before go on the
roof garden to admire the panorama: he had heard it was breathtaking and
hadn't yet had an occasion to see it. He took the cellular telephone
from his pocket and called Soda at the ground floor:

"I'm done. I'm going upstairs to see the panorama, then I'll come down."

"Do you want us to come up?"

"No."

Up on the last floor, at the center, there was a bar surrounded by a
roof garden and a glass wall surrounded all on the four sides all around
the building perimeter. The panorama was really breathtaking. That
skyscraper was the tallest in the town and dominated all the town that
his family dominated almost uncontested after the last war with the
Oshima yakuza family. According to his mother the Oshima were to be
eliminated, but not with an umpteenth war as Tomoya would have done - it
was sufficient to simply erode little by little their vital space. And
that move with the Matsuda reduced greatly Oshima's opportunities,
Kazunari thought with satisfaction.

He never drew back but, like his mother, he preferred discrete and
elegant means, without useless slaughter and deaths. Even if the last
war, five years before, was provoked actually  by him. Unwillingly or,
to better say, without foreseeing that a banal accident could stir up a
chain reaction like that. Only his mother's temerity had succeeded in
appeasing that last war.

Kazunari emitted a light sigh and decided to go downstairs. He quietly
went toward the elevators. The one in the middle was coming, so he
waited in front of it. Young families, tourists, people that like him
wanted to admire the panorama, come out from the elevator, and then...
"he".

He immediately recognized him, the boy that had emerged from the placid
sea waves, less than twenty four hours before. Now he was wearing soft
water-green trousers and a straw-coloured shirt that hid the perfect
shape of his body, but the serene and clean face was unmistakably his,
even if now he wore sun glasses. The boy was about passing in front of
Kazunari and the young man thought that it was sufficient to hold out
his hand to touch him. He felt a terribly strong, all consuming desire,
a yearning, a violent and irrational compulsion to embrace him, to kiss
him,  even there in front of everybody.

Jun was just passing in front of him and was searching with his eyes the
panoramic glass walls, when the pandemonium happened: a sudden, very
strong earthquake shock, screams, panic, from the bar came the noise of
glasses and bottles falling and crashing on the floor. Kazunari saw the
boy turning pale and instinctively hurling himself toward the still open
elevator. The shake, or better the continuous set of shakes, continued
strong. Kazunari dashed off and stopped the boy from behind, while the
others were running staggering here and there like a herd of mad little
mice, and pushed him with energy against a concrete pillar:

"Here it is safer." he said shortly.

The boy tried to wriggle, a scared expression in his eyes, but Kazunari
surrounded him with his arms, kept the boy's legs still with his own
legs and then they fell on the floor.

"Quiet, quiet... it's nearly over." Kazunari said.

And while he was realizing that the earthquake was really over, he also
noticed that the embrace with which he had blocked the panicked boy, had
provoked in him a vigorous erection that was now pushing, not quite his
will, against the boy. Awkwardly he released the boy and they rose up.
He heard a sharp noise coming from under his shoe: he had tread on and
broken the boy's glasses. He bent to keep them:

"Oh, sorry! Forgive me! I broke your glasses."

"Doesn't matter..."

"You should have entered the elevator, it is the most risky place in an
earthquake." Kazunari embarrassed, justifying himself, holding in his
hand the broken glasses of the boy.

"I know, but I couldn't see reason, at that moment." the boy said in a
low voice, quite ashamed.

"I broke your glasses. I'll buy you new ones."

"It's not your fault, really, it doesn't matter. Thank you."

"No, no, I want to buy them. Do you have time now? We can go down
together and look for an optician."

"Really, you don't have to worry." the boy insisted.

"Let's go." the young man resolutely replied taking his arm and driving
him to the elevator.

"Will it be safe, now, the elevator?" Jun asked with a doubtful smile.

"I think so, anyway we cannot remain up here forever, right?"

When in the hall, Soda was about to approach him, but Kazunari with a
glance, made him understand he didn't want to have him in his way and
went out on the road with Jun. Soda nodded to the others and with
discretion followed his boss and the boy, without losing sight of him
and without being outstripped.

"We didn't even introduce ourselves. I am Yamaguchi Kazunari." said
smiling.

"Yes, really. I am Takeda Jun. How do you do."

"Do you work? No, you must be a student, right?"

"First year at the University. Literature."

"Do you like it?"

"Very much."

"Oh, here is an optic. Let's go in."

"It is too elegant, it must be an expensive shop."

"I'm paying, of course. Don't worry."

"I'm sorry to give you so much trouble..." the boy said doubtful, but
followed him in the shop.

"Choose the model you like best, and don't worry about the price. I can
afford to buy the entire shop, if I want." Kazunari said with a playful
tone.

Soda and the others were outside of the shop, with the attitude of
someone who is loafing about, admiring with deep attention the several
glasses models displayed in the shop windows.

Kazunari looked at the boy with interest, curiosity and growing desire.
Destiny had thrown him literally in his arms: would he now be able to
not let him slip out of his life?

"This model suit you nicely." he said to jun.

"It's very beautiful..."

"Then, this one, with the best lenses. When would they be ready?" he
asked the shop assistant handing him the frame.

"Tomorrow at eighteen, sir?"

"Very good. What time do you close?"

"At eight pm, sir."

"Good. We will come shortly before eight... Is it ok to you, Jun?"

"I can come, just I, thank you mister Yamaguchi."

"No, we will come together." Kazunari said and went to pay at the desk
with his credit card.

While they were going out, Kazunari said to Jun:

"Can't you call me by name? Or I will feel like an old man..."

"As you like, thank you. But an old man, you, Kazunari? How old are you?
Twenty four?"

"Twenty five. And you, nineteen, right?"

"Yes. We are not so far apart in age, are we?" Jun said with a nice
smile.

Kazunari felt himself melting inside: he loved that smile and would have
liked to have that smile all and only for himself.

"Can I offer you something? Do you feel like going in a coffee shop and
to spend some more time together?"

"With pleasure... But aren't you busy?"

"No, I just settled a good business deal and I would like to celebrate.
With you. Come, let's go to my car."

He drove toward the hills, just out of town, to an elegant bar belonging
to one of his family men. All along the short way they talked of this
and that. Soda with the others, in the car following them, emitted a
relieved sigh: at least that was safe territory. Also Soda had
immediately recognized the boy and understood that his boss was working
on the boy, talking him around.

"The one from yesterday wasn't enough..." he whispered shaking his head.

The man near him asked: "What, Soda?"

"Nothing, nothing. Keep driving."

At the bar Kazunari was received with extreme courtesy and respect. He
asked for the private lounge at the second floor and took Jun in there.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2

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In my home page I've put some of my stories. If someone wants to read
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http://www.geocities.com/~andrejkoymasky/

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