Date: Thu, 26 Nov 1998 00:19:53 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: Tattoo-2

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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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CHAPTER 2/8

THE FIRST LOVE EXPERIENCE

When at last Soda could speak with Kazunari, he asked him with a small
cunning smile in his eyes:

"Was he still wearing his red fundoshi, that boy?"

"How would I know! We only talked."

"Come on, boss! Only talked - two hours closed up in the private lounge.
What's that, don't you trust me anymore?"

"We just talked, monkey!" Kazunari said merrily and gave him a stroke on
the head with his folded newspaper.

Yes, they had really just talked. But Kazunari felt happier than if they
had fucked. That boy was sweet, clean, simple, and of a more than
agreeable disposition. Desirable, for sure, so much so that several
times, and with vigour, he felt the desire to touch him, to caress him,
to hold him in his arms, to kiss him. But he had not dared to do that.
Enthralled, as by a delicate and rare flower. He feared ruining it. So
he contented himself with looking at him, admiring him, listening to
him. They had made an appointment for 7:45 the following evening, in
front of the optician's shop. He would have liked to meet him even
earlier, but unhappily he couldn't. He hoped, even if he said nothing to
the boy, to be able to spend the entire evening with him.

He brought back the contract to his mother. She took it without showing
any emotion, any particular satisfaction. But Kazunari could read in her
tone her approval for his action, and that was enough for him.

His mother, a woman stronger than a thousand men, had always been
strong. All her drive, all her determination showed after his father had
been killed in an ambush. Who had killed him was never determined.
Whoever it was, had done it so that it had been impossible to discover
the killers and even more difficult to ascertain, the principal. The
Oshimas, perhaps, or possibly the Abes, or... who knows who. Everyone
attended the funerals and for sure the principal behind the killers of
Yamaguchi Noboru was there also. All behaved impeccably, with an air
suitable to the occasion, all had signed the condolences register,
deposited envelopes with great sums of money in front of the defunct
portrait, all had bowed deeply, and burned the ritual incense. All of
them. One too many. And everyone waited for the fall of the Yamaguchi
Family. At it's helm remained just the widow and the elder son, who was
only seventeen and half.

Immediately after the funeral ceremony, the widow summoned all the most
influential members of the group and gave a clear, direct, simple
speech: "If they presume to have put us on our knees, they are greatly
mistaken. Kazunari is too young, and the of two brothers of my late
husband Noboru... one is too much impulsive and the other too hesitant.
They would not be able to properly guide the family. Therefore I ask you
to swear to me the fidelity you swore to my late husband, until Kazunari
becomes older and expert enough to assume his father's place, as you
know was Noboru's will. United, we will continue and strengthen what
Noboru was achieving when they stopped him."

One after the other they all spoke, mainly in favour of Michiko's
proposal, until it came to Mr. Iwakura, the right hand of the late boss.
He said that, of course, he understood and appreciated what "Madam" had
said. But a woman couldn't guide the family with the needed energy and
firmness. She would lose the men's respect, and would not have be able
to adequately restrain them. The most logical successor to Noboru was
himself, Iwakura. To him they had to swear fidelity, certainly not to a
woman. A woman! he added with a hint of scorn, too easy to intimidate,
to bend, to soften, to flatter, to court.

Others spoke, who were more or less all in favour of Michiko's proposal.

At that point Iwakura made a mistake. He interrupted the one who was
speaking and, turning toward Michiko who sat at head of the table near
him, he asked her: "What did you promise them to get them all to your
side? To bring them into your bed?"

Michiko, as an answer, pulled out from her kimono her mother of pearl
encrusted small gun and fired a single shot point blank between his
eyes. Then looking at the others that had jumped to their feet, drily
said:

"Sit down."

Then, with glacial calm said:

"Now. If you want me as your boss, make his body disappear. If you don't
want me, just call the police and have me arrested. I'm now going
upstairs to my room. You decide. I expect either one of you to call me
back for the oath ceremony, or else the police to knock at my door. No
other alternatives." she said leaving her gun on the table, and left.

After less than one hour they called her for the oath. Iwakura's corpse
had disappeared from the room and the blood had been cleaned perfectly.
The Yamaguchi family continued, more determined and stronger than ever.
Guided by an iron woman, Yamaguchi Michiko.

Kazunari was relaxing in the family bath when Tomoya entered. The boy
washed carefully, then climbed into the wide wooden tub, near his
brother.

"Kazu-chan, tell me how did you persuade that bastard Nakamura. You
scared him to death, right?"

"Tomo, you have to learn one thing: you cannot obtain everything all the
time with fear. On the contrary, at times it is self defeating. Look at
the animals, for example the cat. If you speak to him in a threatening
voice but leave him an escape path, he may look at you with fear, but
then obeys. However if you assault, leaving him no route to escape, he
will jump on you and scratch you, even though he knows perfectly well
that you are the stronger one. You must never put someone in the
circumstance of not having an honourable way out, if you want to tame
him. You have to show that you are the stronger, but then leave him to
decide by himself, whether or not to submit. Then you can obtain what
you want, with extreme ease. You Tomo, are a dear boy and I like you a
lot, but you have to learn to be less impulsive, less passionate.
Otherwise you risk understimating your opponent and the dangerousness of
the weak people."

"Yes, yes, all right, but how did you act with Nakamura? Did you show
him the dynamite as you said?"

Kazunari sneered recalling the scene: "No, a much more simple way. That
would have been my second card to play, if the first one didn't work. I
just did some digging into the private life of mister Nakamura, before
going to meet him. That's why our mother charged me."

"So did you discover compromising things? What? Did you blackmail him?"
the boy asked with cunning eyes.

"No, not exactly. Sure, I made him understand that I knew things about
him that very few people know, but I didn't blackmail him with those
things. A blackmailed man may surrender from the first moment, but then
he becomes a dangerous enemy, especially if he has the means that
Nakamura has combined with the backing of people like the Oshimas. No. I
simply informed him that one third of the Directors that had nominated
him are in our hands and we will soon control a second third. That means
that at the next election, if he was our man, he would certainly be
elected again.  That it would be good for us to have a man of his
experitse at the head of the Matsuda, and we would have absolutely no
interest in a change if he was our ally. Then, based on some particulars
of his private life, I suggested I could have him get, as a thank you
for his signature on the contract, something he desired, had in fact
dreamed of for a long time..."

"What? tell me, what?" Tomoya asked in curiosity.

"You see, mister Nakamura is, sexually a masochist. He loves being tied
up, whipped, lashed, constrained to please his woman in the most
humiliating way. But in his dreams there is one woman in particular, who
had been unreachable for him. A woman that is faithful and devoted to
us, and who on my request said she was ready to do it with him as he
liked..."

"Who's she? Do I know her?"

"Everybody knows her: she is Sasaki Rumiko."

"The actress? And she is willing to..."

"I called her before meeting Nakamura. For us, yes, she was ready.
Moreover Nakamura is rich and isn't at all an ugly man. And it was up to
her to play the game in bed. So she accepted. Hence I just asked
Nakamura to allow me to make a telephone call, I called her then passed
the receiver to him. He was just about pissing himself just to hear her
voice on the phone, the blameless mister Nakamura. He was as red as a
beet and stammered excitedly. When he hung up the telephone, I placed
put the contract copies in front of him. He just looked at me and asked:
you give me your word of honor? Of course, I said. He pulled out his
golden fountain pen and signed, without batting an eyelid. Then, to help
him understand he had made the right choice, I took my cellular and gave
an order to my men to remove the explosive filled truck from the
underground parking lot. Nakamura understood."

"And now he is the lover of Sasaki?"

"Yes Tomoya, they met yesterday evening in the apartment we furnished
expressly for them as a present for the contract. So, you see, quite
without menacing, without blackmailing, without threatening, the tough
Nakamura is now our man, body and soul. And now, in less than one year
the Matsuda will be completely ours, while maintaining the peace with
the Oshimas and the others."

The Oshimas. The father of Oshima Yoshiki, Yoshio, and the father of
Yamaguchi Noboru, Naiki, have been friends when young. The two families
were allies. But Naiki had stolen Yoshio's woman and had married her.
That was the beginning of the hostility between the two families. Over
the years several skirmishes and outright wars burst out, at times for
senseless reasons. The same Kazunari had been the involuntary cause of
one of them.

He was twenty years old when he met Hayato, an eighteen years old boy,
in a gay bar. They at once liked each other very much. Hayato was in
Kazunari's car, when it was suggested that they  go to bathe and make
love at sea, under the moon light. The two boys had started to disrobe
on the beach, looking at each other with growing desire, when Hayato
noticed the shadows of Kazunari men on watch not so far away.

"There are other people." said the boy a little worried.

"They are just my body guards, they will not bother us. On the contrary,
they will keep away any passersby. Come..."

"Body guards? But, who are you?" the boy asked.

"Yamaguchi Kazunari." the other quietly answered.

"Yamaguchi? You are a Yamaguchi?" the boy asked with wide eyes, then
started to dress again.

"What are you doing? What's up?" astounded Kazunari asked, trying to
stop him from dressing.

"Stop, let me go! I'll never have sex with a Yamaguchi. Not me! Let me
go immediately!" the boy said raising his voice.

"But why? What's up now?"

"I'm an Oshima man. Just imagine if I would fuck with you! Let me go,
get your dirty hands off of me!"

"Listen, who cares about our tiffs? I like you and you like me, you said
so. Undress, come on. Let's enjoy this occasion in peace."

"Let me GO! I would rather geld myself than sleep with you!"

Kazunari tried to make him reconsider, tried to stop him. He liked that
boy and didn't want to let him go, but the other began screaming and
they started to fight on the sand. Kazunari's men rushed to help him,
but didn't intervene when they saw that their boss was holding the boy
still and was easily undressing him. On the contrary, once having
understood that the boy was tied to the Oshimas, they started to incite
Kazunari to fuck him hard, with lewd and colorful expressions.

Kazunari was excited and couldn't care less about the others. He just
wanted to have that boy, to enjoy him. When he was about to penetrate
him, Hayato succeeded in wriggling free and escaped. The others
immediately grasped him and held him still, constraining him in position
so that Kazunari could again come on him.

"Hayato, you would not accept me with grace. You offended us. So, now,
remember that all the Yamaguchis will always fuck in the ass all the
Oshimas, however and whenever they feel like it." he said in rage and,
grasping his hair, put the tip of his turgid rod between the widened
buttocks of the boy, gave a strong push and sank into him, thrusting all
his column inside the warm channel.

Hayato had a start, but didn't emit a single wail. When Kazunari started
to fuck him, he felt a kind of wild pleasure, Hayato answered each
pelvic thrust of the other with an insult hissed in a low but clear
voice. At the end Kazunari, yelling without his own pleasure restraint,
came into the boy, amongst the laughter and the lascivious jests of his
men. They left the boy on the sand and went away.

Two days later the Oshimas killed one of the men that held down Hayato
on the shore, and left on him a note stating "just the first". The
friends of the dead man then, killed a man of the Oshimas. A second man
of the beach group was found dead with the note "the second."

At this point the Yamaguchis men got the idea of finding Hayato and
gelding him. Kazunari didn't agree and forbade them to even touch
Hayato. But a few days later the young man was found dead on the beach
and gelded. Kazunari's men swore that they didn't do it, that it wasn't
their work.

The Oshimas killed three Yamaguchi men. At that point Michiko could see
what was happening, and wondered why. She understood that if she didn't
do something, that it could be the start of a real war. The first thing
she wanted to know from her son what really happened, in detail. Then
she took her car, with just the driver, and went to meet Oshima Yoshiki,
and faced him:

"Our families became enemies because of a sex story and once again,
because of a sex story a war is beginning. We have to prevent that, we
have to stop this absurd massacre game. And you had better agree,
Yoshiki. At the end we will win and you will be annihilated. Oh, sure,
we will also lose a lot of good men, and then, most likely, a third
family will take the place we will not be able to defend. Is that what
you want?"

"Aren't you a bit bold to ask me to stop after your son started all this
by raping the son of one of my men?"

"Yoshiki, cone on! Rape is a strong word for what happened, don't you
agree? That boy went to cruise in a gay bar, for sure he wasn't a sweet
little virgin. And everybody saw him coming out from there happy and
merry, half embraced with my son. He wasn't kidnapped, abducted by
force."

"But then on the beach..."

"The boys understood who they were and hostility rose. If they didn't
know about each other, they would have fucked without any problem,  just
reciprocal enjoyment, right?"

Yoshiki nodded yes giggling. But said: "But the boy has been gelded and
killed in a ferocious way."

"Yoshiki, my men swore the didn't do that. And I believe my men. Because
they know perfectly well that while I can forgive even a big mistake,
I'll punish with death anybody lying to me."

"But then?"

"Do you think that amongst yours there may be somebody wanting this war?
Or perhaps it is exactly a third family wanting to grasp what remains if
we kill each other in a war? Would you play that game?"

Yoshiki was convinced. So the war stopped as soon as had started. One
week later two men of the Segawa family were found on the same beach,
gelded and killed exactly as it had been done to Hayato. Then nobody had
any more news on that fact.

Kazunari had been extremely shocked by the bloody epilogue of that night
on the beach, and after that he was always extremely prudent in his
encounters and relations. He went to pray at Hayato's grave and asked
him for forgiveness because, even though he had not wanted it, he had
indirectly caused the death of the poor boy. For a stupid fuck,
initially dictated by desire, then by pride. A bad beast, pride.

Kazunari told all that to Tomoya, who listened with extreme attention,
without interrupting his brother's tale.

"Do you now understand why we all would like you to be less impulsive?
You are a remarkable boy, Tomo. You can really become an exceptional
man, if only you'll learn to control yourself, as I myself had to learn.
At the beginning it seems difficult, but it isn't."

"You had to learn to control yourself?" Tomoya asked with an unbelieving
look.

"Yes. I was a lot alike you, as a teenager. Probably this is why you are
my favorite brother. I wanted everything, and I wanted it immediately.
But life taught me the value of patience. And the sense of limits. We
Yamaguchi at times can feel almighty, but it is not true. We are
powerful, but not omnipotent. And the power is to be used with balance,
or it slips out like water between the fingers. You know, like when you
play golf: you have to use the right club, the right strength at the
right angle, or you risk appearing less skilled than your caddy."

"Kazu-chan, can I ask you something else?"

"What?"

"You never had a girl?"

"No, I'm not interested in them, you know that."

"But how did you understand you prefer males?"

"I have always liked males, from when I was a small child."

"And your first man?"

"I was fourteen. He was your age, was a fisherman. There at Komatsujima.
He didn't notice me. He thought he was alone. He untied his fundoshi and
started to wank himself. I had known for a while that I liked males and
that one was really a beautiful male. I was looking at him, fascinated,
and got an incredible hard on. So, all naked, with my tool straight in
front of me, without thinking about anything, I just walked in front of
him. He stopped for a moment, surprised, but then, seeing my condition,
started again to wank, smiled to me and gestured for me to draw nearer,
then asked me to give him head."

"And you?"

"I knelt between his strong thighs and did what he had asked me. And I
loved it. And then we made love. He had me lean against his boat and
took me..."

"Did you like him?"

"Him? I thought he was too beautiful. And he did know how to do it. I
also liked feeling filled by his beautiful cock. So I went back to meet
him all during our vacation, every day."

"I was seven years old, at that time. But I neatly remember Komatsujima.
Where did you meet to make love?"

"Except for that first time on the beach, he brought me to the boats
depot, where he also had his room and his futon. So we could fuck as
long as we liked, without haste. But you? You want to know about me, but
tell nothing about yourself..."

"Me? My first time had been last year. With the lift girl at our bank.
She wasn't a virgin. But I liked it a lot. Even though at first I was
embarrassed, I was afraid I wasn't able to do it properly, you see. When
I understood she liked me, I waited for her at the end of her shift. She
took me to a love hotel. At first she gave me head, then... we did all
the rest."

"Do you have a girl, now?"

"No, not a steady one. And you, do you have a boy?"

"Not a boyfriend, for the moment. But there is one I like so much..."

"It is that Ken, right?"

"No, not him. But you know about Ken and me? Did he tell you?"

"No, he didn't, but I understand. He likes you a lot. And you him."

"Yes, that's right, but there is nothing really serious between us. We
just enjoy sex together, that's all. Anyway Ken has a really nice body
and he is likeable... and skilled in bed."

"Do I know the other one? The one you like a lot?"

"No. He is an University freshman. So beautiful. But I don't even know
yet if he is gay or not. Possibly not. And also if he was, I don't know
if physically he would like me."

"On that I'd have no doubt, you are incredibly handsome. If he is gay, I
would be surprised if he doesn't like you. And even if he is not gay,
who knows, he can always say yes... I know boys who don't disdain to do
it at times also with males..." Tomoya said to his brother with a smile.

"I'll know tonight. I intend to ask him. But I would like it to be...
not just for one, or a few times."

"Good. Let me know, later. We shared with each other our confidences,
I'd like it if we could continue, from now on. Only if you want to, of
course. I, sometimes... I feel the need to talk of sex and love with
somebody."

Kazunari smiled to his brother, ruffled his hair in an affectionate
gesture and went out of the tub of warm water, to enter the one with
cold water, then dry and go out.

He met Jun at 7:45 in front of the optician shop. The boy was dressed in
a casual but elegant outfit. Jun, since that day of their first
encounter, thought about Kazunari all the time. He found him likeable,
and even better, fascinating. But more than that, one thing had struck
him in his encounter with the young man: while Kazunari was holding him
still up there, during the earthquake Jun, even while a victim of panic,
had clearly perceived the young man's erection pressing against his body
and this at once caused a strong erection for him as well.

He thought for a long time about that: the other one was excited because
he had him in his arms, and he got a hard on feeling the turgid member
of the man. If two males became so aroused just touching each other, it
could mean just one thing... And after, the insistence of Kazunari to
buy him new glasses, to remain with him, to see him again. And the way
the young man looked at him while talking together...

Jun had prepared himself very carefully for that new meeting and hoped
that Kazunari, after collecting his glasses, would invite him to spend
the evening together and then, afterwards, also the night... Jun got an
hard on at that thought and was aware that it was his first time to be
aroused just thinking about a person. The fact that the other was also a
male didn't give him any problem. He was simply glad to feel desired, to
feel desire.

In his mind the sexual act remained a background detail: he loved
Kazunari as a person, his personality. He felt he was strong, virile but
warm, tender, kind... and he was conquered by that. He didn't explicitly
fantasize having sex with him, but just being in those arms,  being
embraced, to feeling wrapped by those strong arms and legs, protected
and desired. He was aware that, if it was to really happen, it would be
carried farther, to a physical intercourse, to make love, but that
didn't worry him. That possibility remained in the background, as
something concrete but secondary. In his mind there was just that warm,
sweet, strong, intimate embrace. And the pleasure of feeling again that
erection, provoked by him.

"How are you, Jun!" Kazunari merrily greeted him.

"Fine, and you? I like the suit you're wearing today Kazunari ." the boy
said smiling to him, prey of a slight emotion.

"And you look very elegant Jun. Let's go to fetch your glasses. They
will close soon."

They entered the shop. Jun put them on. "Oh, I can again see clearly,
now. How light they are, and beautiful. Thank you, Kazu." the boy said
smiling to him and timidly studying his expression after hearing himself
talk in that affectionate and intimate way.

Kazunari smiled, happy: "They fit you nicely."

"You did spend lot of money for them."

"With deep pleasure. Listen, do you have any free time, tonight?"

"Yes." the boy immediately answered, happy.

"I thought we could go for supper at the Teppoya. Do you like the
kaiseki kitchen?"

"To the Teppoya? It's a dream!"

"Let's go, then." Kazunari said merrily, taking him lightly byt the
elbow and guiding him towards his special bodied car.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Soda in the other car. He had
explained his program for the evening to his attendant, but had ordered
him not to let the boy notice him. They went to the restaurant. He had
booked the internal room, on the garden. Soft lights, the sound of a
small water fall and of a shakuhachi played in the shadows.

A girl in kimono served the meal. They ate talking of this and that,
looking at each other rather shyly. Kazunari had never felt so deeply
stirred by the mere presence of a boy he liked. It was a new, nice,
sweet emotion. He felt the desire to embrace him, to caress him, but he
restrained himself, not so much because of the discreet presence of the
waitress coming and going with the various courses, but above all
because of fearing to break the spell.

"Jun-chan?"

"Yes?"

"I feel so good, near you."

"Me too, Kazu. You are a splendid person. I'm so happy I met you."

"For real? Thank you. I hope that this evening marks the start of a very
special friendship."

"Thanks to you. And not only for offering me all that, but for offering
me your time and your friendship."

Kazunari leaned out a hand, put it lightly on the boy's hand an caressed
it, looking in his eyes. Jun lowered his eyes, lightly quivering at that
soft contact.

"I like you, Jun. I like you so much."

"I like you too, Kazu-chan." Jun answered with a low voice, moved. Still
unable to find the courage to look his companion in his eyes, his glance
fixed on that hand caressing his own hand.

"Would you like to come with me, to my place? I'd like to spend the
whole night with you, if you can. Would you please remain with me,
tonight?"

"I have... I just have to call home, to tell them I'll not be back until
tomorrow... or they'll worry..."

Kazunari lend him his cellular. The boy took it and dialed.

"Dad? It's Jun. I won't be home tonight, I'm staying downtown. Yes, of
course. Sure. Yes, don't worry. All right. Bye bye." said and gave back
the phone to the young man saying: "It's ok."

"There's No problem, is there?" Kazunari asked studying the boy's
expression.

"No, no problem."

"They are used to that? I mean, do you often sleep out?"

"No, this is my first time, but they didn't raise any objections. I'm
nineteen, now."

"The first time?" Kazunari asked curious.

"At the most I was home with the last train, when going out to drink
with my friends. Before two 'o clock I was in my bed."

"So, are you coming with me."

"Sure."

Kazunari vas happy, but Jun also. They went to the young man's pied a
terre. Kazunari gave him the grand tour and then they were back in the
living room, where he offered the boy a drink.

"It's nice, here. I  wouldn't have guessed it was all in the traditional
style, in such a modern residence building. I love it."

"I really love the traditional style."

"Me too. But where do you sleep?"

"In that room. It is the most quiet. Did you notice the writing in the
tokonoma's scroll? I chose it expressly, hoping you would be coming
here, tonight."

"For me? I'm sorry, I didn't read it."

"Come then. It is drawn from the Makura-no-Soshi."

They went back into the other room. Jun admired the writing. Kazunari
embraced him from behind, pulling him against his body, and kissed him
on the neck. Jun quivered, closed his eyes and threw his head back onto
Kazunari's shoulder, turning his face towards him. Kazunari kissed him
on the mouth. Then, reaching out his hand, pushed a button on the near
wall. Silently the closet door glided into the wall and a wide, square,
low mattress glided out. The young man drew Jun onto it. He laid on him
kissing him in the mouth and starting to unbutton his shirt.

"No, please..." the boy whispered turning his head to the side and
trying to stop the other's hands.

Kazunari tried to continue to undress him, but without really forcing
him.

"No, please. Wait." Jun said again, his eyes closed, with a low voice.

"I desire you, Jun. I want to make love with you. Please, don't reject
me, I like you too much."

"I... I've never done it, before." the boy whispered.

"I won't hurt you, believe me."

"I know... but... shut off the light, first. I'm ashamed."

Kazunari smiled and drew a silent sigh of relief. He turned off the
lights, pulled off his jacket and shirt and went back on the low bed. He
again lay on the boy that welcomed him, embracing him. He kissed Jun and
started again to caress and to slowly undress him.

"Your first time with a man?" he asked softly.

"My first time with anyone." Jun murmured caressing the wide back of the
man, while Kazunari pulled off the boy's singlet.

Then the young man bent to open his belt and his fly. The boy arched his
pelvis to facilitate him, while the young man was pulling down his
trousers.

"You still wear your red fundoshi..." Kazunari said while unknotting it,
excited.

"How can you know it is red? It's dark, here."

"I saw you the day before yesterday, at the beach. You were so
beautiful, and sexy with your bright red fundoshi. I desired you at
once, but I didn't never dreamed that I would meet you again, or that
I'd have you with me, here, just two days after..."

"That's why you were aroused, when there was the earthquake?"

"Did you notice it?" Kazunari asked him, caressing and kissing the fresh
boy's body, as he finished undressing himself.

"Yes. And that's why I too started to desire you."

"Nobody, never ever, attracted me as you do, do you know that?" the
young man murmured with emotion, embracing him tight and again kissing
him intimately, with passion and tenderness.

Tenderness; this was the new component that Kazunari felt while making
love to Jun. A growing desire and a growing tenderness. What an abysmal
difference with the other boys! Even the physical desire was
transfigured. They made love for a long time, quietly, with gentle
passion, kissing for long moments, caressing each other all over their
bodies, brushing with passion the one against the other, until they
reached in unison the peak of pleasure, strongly embraced, and at last
they relaxed on the mattress, finally sated, panting and happy.

Kazunari felt the boy's body relaxing between his arms as he was gliding
into a sweet sleep. He kissed the boy on the forehead, lightly. Jun
emitted a short sigh of contentment and murmured, with a low voice quite
asleep but clear:

"I love you, Kazu-chan. I love you. Why didn't you take me? I desired
it..."

"The first time could be painful and I didn't want to hurt you. Do you
want to be my boyfriend, Jun? Do you want to be mine, forever?"

"Yes, I want it. But next time, you will take me, won't you?"

"Sure..."

"Tomorrow morning. Promise?"

"Promise, beloved one..."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3

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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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