Date: Tue, 25 Dec 2001 08:00:06 EST
From: ArislansKeeper@aol.com
Subject: The One 4

Multi-cultural/highschool/relationships.
Unlike the last 3 chapters, part 5 & beyond contain sex.

The One 4. First Contact.

(& an apology to Allaiyah for misspelling her name^^* <Well you can't spell
my last name right- _- so there>)


     The following week I was the last person in the locker room.  I had
had the longest match & really needed a shower. The other guy didn't even
bother-_-
     Masahiro came in & slowly walked towards me with a wicked look on his
face that sent a serge down my pants.  "Luca....I know about you know."
His accent was strong, though he spoke English quite well with that sexy
low voice.

     "Damnit....I knew she couldn't keep her mouth shut."  After all the
work we'd gone through, was this the end? I couldn't even begin to read his
mind. I couldn't distinguish the look on his face, angry....sensuous.....

     He leaned his back against a locker & pulled a cigarette from his
pocket.  I didn't care for the smell of them or what they do healthwise,
but they DO make one look sexier.  He fumbled for his lighter & dropped it.
I picked it up.  He picked the cigarette in his mouth & leaned towards me &
eyed the lighter.  I lit it & he took a drag, blowing in the opposite
direction.
     "I'm honored that you would go through so much trouble.... because you
have taken an interest in me."  He turned his head back in my direction &
raised a perfect eyebrow.  "So why didn't you just ask me out instead of
steal my shirt?"

     All the blood rushed to my face. "Damn...she told you THAT too?"
::moment of sudden realization:: "WHA.... You mean you would if I asked?!"

     He took the cigarette from his mouth. "She? Whos is this she...."  He
laughed with his wrist affront his mouth. (Yes, they don't just do that in
anime-_-) "No. I found this out myself.  Your shirt was also missing &
coincidentally was too small.  Also, when I went to bed one night I could
see a man with binoculars. My sister saw you too..."

     I was too embarrassed to ask him out now. "I'm....not usually like
that...."

     He took another drag from his cigarette. "I think it's cute. An act of
loyalty, or is this how you European men show lust? Am I a craving, or just
an appetizer?"
      That last sentence sent my blood rushing in all directions of my
body. He put out his cigarette on the metallic edge of the trash can.
"Come to my house, noon Saturday." He tossed the cigarette over his
shoulder as he left.  It landed in the can.

     I met Allaiyah on the bus.  "I can't believe it!  I have a date
without even asking^_^ What do I do?!"

     She took out a notebook & a piece of paper & a mechanical pencil &
made a list.  "Memorize it."


     "Whaa...? You've never been on a date before-_- & your handwriting is
awful."

     "Get over it. Besides, I know more about it than you do, &
apparently...so does he."


The One 5. Let's Get Physical.


     I had to buy something decent to wear. By the way the Gakuto's
dressed, I could tell that American casual wouldn't get me any applause.
His whole family wore expensive looking European clothes, except the father
who was always in a suit.
     Allaiyah dragged me to the mall to buy what any fashionable Japanese
boy wore outside of school; tight leather snakeskin patterned pants, which
I might add stop below the navel, & a tight see-through nylon shirt.

     I had to borrow my mother's car. She didn't care that I was taking out
a boy, or that he was Japanese.  She was just relieved that I finally got a
date.  My father said "good for you, son" nonchalantly & went back to
watching TV^^*

     When I reached the Gakuto house I was nervous as hell.  It didn't
matter that homosexuality was a big part of Japan's past, or even Greece,
Rome, China, & Macedonia.  This was the 90's & the idea of telling a
businessman that I was taking his son out terrified me!

     Before I could reach the front porch he opened the door.  He was
wearing almost the same thing except his pants were patternless paten
leather with a drawstring & his shirt was tight nylon polyester with
pushed-up sleeves.  Mmm! He looked HOT in those tight clothes!  I could see
his bulge & the perfect frame of his ass & that shirt was so tight it was
like paint on his skin!

     His eyes lit up as he looked me over.  He dashed over to me & ran his
smooth shapely hands all over my clothes.  "Aaah! I see you've done some
research! Impressive!"

     "There's something different about your voice." I said as I tried to
look at him over my shoulder. "It sounds so deep now."

     "I'm a little hyper today.  Besides, my voice has to kick in some
time."  He danced out in front of me & slowly span around. "So how do I
look?"

     I spoke my thoughts aloud. "Like the kind of guy who looks as good in
anything as nothing at all."

     He smiled & took me by the wrist, pulling me inside his house. "We'll
see."

     I resisted. "I'm...not sure I'm ready to meet your parents yet." I
could imagine them being strict & old-school.
     "No one is home but me.  My sister is at a sleep-over party with her
friends & my parents are at a business party.  I have the house to myself
tonight."

     I was relieved, but I knew I'd loose control if I was alone with
him. "Can we just come back here after dinner? & we can rent movies..."

     "Good idea! Wait & let me grab my wallet!" Before I could protest, he
was gone. I felt I should be responsible for paying, especially because I
was hoping for a physical reward in the end.
     I could hear his sensuous laughter ringing in my ears & his hands
feeling my shirt, penetrating to my skin. My sweetest memories of him these
past few days.  My daydream was interrupted as he emerged from his house,
locking the door. "Do you mind if I just leave my wallet in your car? I
certainly can't wear it on me^^*"

     By the time we reached Red Lobster we were both hyper. We burst into
the lobby hysterical. Unfortunately for me, he insisted on sitting in the
smoking section, but if I wanted to get laid, I certainly wasn't going to
piss him off.
     Everything he did seemed perverted to me.  The way he squeezed lemon
on the fish, the way he ate his fish...but it was probably just me.

     Instead of renting movies, he wanted me to listen to his music
collection.  He had Korean Hip-hop & J-rock Indies.  Indies is a type of
Japanese Heavy Metal with mostly screaming & other strange & humorous
noises. The hip-hop reminded me of the American 80s, but it had it's own
sound. Very addictive.
     He ran into his sister's room & returned with British Techno CDs. I
was beginning to feel like America lacked any decent music at all.
     The music was euphoric & he started swaying to the music. He pulled me
up to join him.  It was just like being in a night club, I suppose.
     As the CD ended we collapsed dizzy on the bed, both out of breath. We
just lay there, staring at the ceiling. I could hear him breathing deeply.

     He turned his head to face mine. "I had a great time tonight.  Let's
go out again next weekend."  He rolled over close to me & ran his hand down
my chest. "Care to join me for a bath?"

     I looked down at his crotch. I'll have to remember that dancing makes
him hard. "I'd be a fool to refuse."

     He took my hand & led me down the hall.  I was astatic! 'I'm finally
going to score!' I thought to myself.  He led me into a large tiled room
lit with red lights.  Half of the room was taken up by an expensive looking
traditional Japanese sauna.

     We pulled our shirts off.  I untied his drawstring. This is where
father's pornos payed off.  I remembered a rumor that Asian's had small
dicks, but it was a lie, & he was a meaty piece of proof. & here was the
only hair on his body not on his head.  Being European, I was naturally
hairy & hoped it wouldn't disgust him.

     I kneeled before him, cupping his round bottom in my hands & pulled
him inside my mouth.  He made soft moaning sounds & rocked his hips back &
forth, thrusting his manhood down my throat.  His moans became more audible
before he came in my mouth.

     I knew he was an unlearned innocent little virgin flower & that I
would have to train him before he could blow me, so I would have to do all
the work.
     I ran my tongue slowly over his sensitive spot.  He tossed his head
back & breathed heavily.  Then I moved my tongue in a slow up-&-down motion
down his shaft & between his balls.  I stopped before he could cum again.

     I removed my pants & sat on the edge of the sauna, pulling him
belly-down onto my lap, my own hardon prodding into his stomach. I stuck my
fingers into his mouth & instructed him to lick them.  He had no idea what
I was going to do to him, but he complied.
     I stuck one wet finger into his ass & moved it around. He gasped when
I struck his prostate. I stuck in another finger, then another, stretching
& prodding inside him.  He began to make high-pitched gasps. He squirmed,
trying to rock his hips, his hardon rubbing against mine.
     Again, I didn't let him cum. He whimpered pittifly.  I smacked one of
his cheeks to see how he'd react.  He liked it, so I did it again & again &
then massaged his sore rear.

     I flipped him onto his back & picked him up in my arms, stepping into
the hottub & lowering us both. I sensuously ran my hand down the length of
his body.  His breath quickened with anticipation & his pupils dialated.
     I pulled him closer for a kiss, our tongues exploring eachother's
mouths. I trailed my kisses down his neck. He threw his head back when I
found that sensitive spot where the neck meets the shoulder.
     He arched his chest forward as I took one of his nipples into my
mouth, thumbing the other. I began to thumb both nipples & moved my moth to
the other side of his neck.

     He arched his back involuntarily. "Haaaah! Lu...ca...!"

     I set him back against the edge & kneeled infront of him.  I spread
his legs apart & he locked his knees onto my hips. I pulled him ontop of my
lap & pulled apart his buttocks, slowly lowering him onto my member.  It
hurt him a little so I let him settle in.
     I wrapped one arm around his waist & my free hands around his haft,
thumbing the head.  He buried his hands into my hair as I slowly began to
thrust into his virgin hole.
     We looked deeply into eachother's eyes & he smiled at me. I'd had sex
with other boys before, but Masahiro & I were making love, & it feels SO
much better!

     Instead of returning home that night, I slept in his bed.  He was
exhausted & fell fast asleep. At this point, I didn't care what his parents
would think.

                          *more to come*