My Yakuza

by A. J. Llewellyn

  “It’s pikake, the flower of love. You just got leid.”

  Kono grinned. “Not quite what I had in mind, hot ass, but it’ll do for starters.”

  Shiro got behind the wheel as the song Somewhere over the Rainbow came on the radio.

  “I love this song,” Kono said, hearing the delicate, resonant voice of Iz.

  “Me, too,” Shiro said, jumping when Kono’s hand reached across and touched his cock through his jeans.

  “I love you, Kono.”

  “You fucking better.”

  They beat the lights all the way down Nimitz Highway, Shiro pointing out landmarks.

  “Where’s the Sheraton?” Kono kept asking. “If I don’t get to fuck you soon, I’ll die.”

  They drove down Kalakaua Avenue, turning down a series of one-way streets until they arrived at the entrance for the Princess Kaiulani Hotel.

  “She was our last Hawaiian princess,” Shiro said. “I think you’ll like it here.”

  Kono already did. The trade winds ruffled his hair. He felt magnificent…at peace. He found himself bidding Aloha to everyone he met. They took a room with a view of the ocean.

  “I know how I want you to fuck me here tonight,” Shiro said, gesturing to the balcony. “I want you to put me on your lap and suck my cock, then bring me inside and fuck me.”

  “It will be my pleasure.”

  “No, mine.”

  “No, mine.”

  Kono pulled his lover to him and they kissed, throwing off their clothes and falling on the bed together. Shiro took control, licking and sucking Kono’s mouth, moving down his body. When Shiro’s tongue touched his balls, he thought his breath would stop. Shiro was the most sensual man he had ever been with. He loved how bossy he got once they were in the sack. He was a pleasure-loving man and Kono found himself wanting to give and receive all the pleasure he could for the lovely man now immersed between his legs.

  He thought of Gen. His only regret. He’ll know I’m alive. He gasped as Shiro’s persistent tongue touched his ass hole. I am alive…and in love.

  “Oh…Shiro.”

  Nobody touched him the way Shiro did. He enjoyed the sensations in his body, primal…fierce. Something in Shiro responded to Kono each and every time, beyond need, beyond desire.

  It was a sacred connection.

  He pulled Shiro into his arms.

  “I hate the damned Yaks…but my religion is you. They led me to you…thank you for not killing me.”

  His words felt awkward, but Shiro smiled.

  “Thank you for loving me.”

  He pulled his lover closer, holding him tight. Their hard cocks yearned for one another.

  Kono wanted to fuck his beautiful man, but their mouths went to one another’s cocks, fingers tugging at ass holes. He had to remember there was time and space in these beautiful islands for everything they wanted to do.

  They came together. It always thrilled him how hard Shiro erupted and how they rocked each other’s worlds so well.

  “Let’s order room service,” Kono said, raising himself on his elbow and looking out at the magnificent Pacific Ocean.

  “I want to swim with you,” Shiro said. “Let’s go out…please?”

  “Whatever you want.”

  They left the hotel, leaving their leis draped over the bedposts. They carried their hotel-issued towels over their shoulders, their wallets zippered in the waterproof pockets of their board shorts. They crossed Kalakaua Avenue, slipping down between two hotels to the beach. They cavorted in the cool ocean water, kissing under the waves, laughing each time they came up for air. They rose again as dolphins breached in the distance.

  “I love this place,” Kono shouted.

  “Let’s go have some dinner,” Shiro said. “I know just the place.”

  * * * *

  Shiro couldn’t wait to take Kono to the back bar of the Ala Moana hotel.

  “Are we dressed okay? This looks awfully fancy.”

  “We’re in Hawaii,” Shiro whispered leading him to an oceanfront table that also had a great view of the three-piece Hawaiian band entertaining the fast-growing crowd.

  Kono kept staring at the romantic setting. The beautiful people around them, who, like Shiro and Kono, were dressed casually.

  Their waiter was a handsome island man who brought them Mai Tais at Shiro’s suggestion.

  “Can we have coconut prawns and some French fries, please?” he asked the waiter as the hula dancer took to the small stage.

  Shiro loved this place. He leaned against Kono, whose arm tightened around his waist as the old Hawaiian rhythm of music and love enveloped them.

  “I’m so relaxed,” Kono said, feeding a French fry to Shiro.

  After a cocktail each and their appetisers, Shiro knew Kono was anxious to return to their room.

  They walked back together, along noisy Kalakaua Avenue and Kono couldn’t seem to contain himself. He reached for Shiro’s hand. Inside the hotel, they ran to the elevator. At their room, they swiped their key card and popped open the lock. The heady fragrance of pikake filled the room.

  “Oh, wow, this really is paradise,” Kono said, slipping the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the outside door handle.

  He went to the bar and pulled out a beer, opening the sliding glass door to the balcony.

  “What is that mountain there called?”

  “Diamond Head.”

  “How apt. Diamond Head is about to watch me give you some real diamond head.” He pulled Shiro into his arms and kissed him.

  “Now take off your fucking clothes,” he said.

  Shiro stripped and saw how hard Kono was. Kono opened his beer and sat on the chair, taking Shiro into his arms.

  “There’s a lot more people out here than in Long Island. Sure you don’t mind them watching?”

  Shiro looked down. Nobody was looking up.

  “It’s kind of exciting.”

  Kono bent and suckled on Shiro’s cock. Shiro’s gaze flew to the sky. He could see stars and behind him, Diamond Head turning black in the night sky. He felt his lover’s mouth moving from his cock to his ass and balls, and back again.

  “Come for me.” Kono said, resuming his slick work on Shiro’s cock. Shiro quickly complied.

  * * * *

  Kono came to the University of Hawaii at Manoa campus with him the following day. He waited in the quadrangle outside as Shiro went to talk to his professor.

  “How are you doing?” his teacher asked. “How long will you be staying in Honolulu?”

  “Not long. I’m leaving today for the mainland, but I want to make sure I have everything I need to stay on target with my studies.”

  “You will be able to come back at some point next semester to give me your thesis, I hope. That was our understanding.”

  “Absolutely,” Shiro said.

  The two men talked for the better part of an hour. Shiro hated lying to his professor, but he couldn’t tell him he was going to Kauai. For all their online correspondences, he’d use software to hide his ISP information and call with blocked cell phones. He left the office with a fresh wad of material, not thrilled to see that he wasn’t done with wet taro farming yet. Not by a long shot.

  Outside, he found Kono waiting for him. They fell in step.

  “I just listened to a whole lecture by a group of guys who want Hawaii to return to sovereignty and for the US to relinquish its statehood. I had no idea what a big issue this is,” Kono said.

  “Yeah. It is.”

  “How do you feel about it?”

  Shiro shrugged. “I understand how they feel but of course I don’t want the islands reverting to Hawaiian rule. I wouldn’t have a home then because they don’t want anyone but Hawaiians here and I’m Hawaiian…but that doesn’t count to them.”

  Kono asked more questions as they headed back to the airport in the rental. Shiro once again had the wheel while Kono ogled the parade of island talent as Shiro gave him a pocket-size history of the islands.

/>   “You’re amazing,” Kono said. “You should teach.”

  “I think I want to,” Shiro said. “I want to share the things I love about these islands…it’s a part of who I am.”

  * * * *

  Their inter-island flight to Lihue, Kauai, was via go! airlines, and with the rigmarole of the rental-car return and security checkpoints, they barely made the flight. It was a turbulent one too, but mercifully brief.

  “Thank God I had an empty stomach,” Kono said as they disembarked. “That was a nightmare.”

  They walked to baggage claim and Shiro ran past him to an old lady waiting for them by the carousel.

  “Grandma!” he shouted.

  Kono didn’t know what he expected, but she was a sweet old thing and she hugged Kono with warmth and arms of steel.

  “Your mother is at the house,” she said. “Let’s go.”

  Being a small airport, the old lady had parked her Ford truck out front without any hassles and tossed their suitcases in the back like lumps of old coal. A black Labrador sitting in the cabin of the truck refused to sit in the bed, so all four of them squeezed in front.

  “The dog has bad breath,” Kono said.

  “No that’s me,” the old lady said.

  Kono laughed. She was a crack up. He had no idea why he felt so tense all of a sudden. He’d been crabby since they’d left Honolulu.

  I want to be alone with Shiro. That’s what I want.

  “You look better alive than dead,” she said.

  “Thanks. I feel better alive than dead.”

  She drove along the coast and Kono stopped talking…and thinking. He’d never been anywhere as remote or as lovely. He thought about Tokyo and how confined he’d felt there. Only Shiro, lovely Shiro, who’d experienced Tokyo and the Yaks with him would ever understand this blessing of space.

  As they turned along a road announcing Waipouli Beach, Kono thought he’d gone to heaven.

  “You’re staying right next door to us. Your aunty’s house is a bit cramped and the neighbours said we could use their house for a week. They’ve gone to Seattle to visit her mom.”

  Great, Kono thought. I have my Yakuza to myself.

  They let themselves into their new digs.

  “The door was unlocked?” Kono asked.

  “This is Kauai,” she said, as if this explained everything.

  “We’ll find you something a little more permanent next week, plenty of houses up the beach. No worries!” grandma said. She hugged her grandson and then hugged Kono again as they dropped their bags and went next door.

  “He’s a nice meaty one, huh?” she asked Shiro.

  “Yes, grandma, he sure is.”

  Kono laughed.

  Siono sat at the living room table of which they had a direct view from the kitchen door as they walked in. She was beautiful, but frail looking with deep circles under her eyes. She gave Shiro a girlish little wave, looking hollow-eyed and exhausted.

  “I can’t stand up,” she said. Her face crumpled when her son hugged her.

  “Mama, I need to lie down,” she said.

  Her eyes took on a vacant look Kono had seen on the faces of other trauma victims. She was in for a long recovery, but at least she was away from the man who’d hurt her.

  Shiro’s grandma helped her get up. Kono was shocked to see how frail she was. Shiro’s aunty bustled in from the other part of the house bearing fresh cigar-flower leis she’d made for both men. Kono was astonished at the vibrancy of colours and the faint scent of the tubular petals.

  “You made these?” he asked as she slipped his over his head.

  “Of course.” She made a big fuss of Shiro claiming he was too skinny.

  She was a big Hawaiian woman and Kono liked her instantly. She appeared to have no Asian blood so he wondered how she could be an aunty, but he didn’t ask.

  “Aunty Nina is a kahuna,” Shiro said. “She is a very powerful woman. She is my godmother.”

  Nina glanced at Kono. “You’re going to love it here,” she said. “Trust me.”

  She went off to the kitchen and returned with a platter of sandwiches and two bottles of Hawaiian pineapple soda.

  Kono and Shiro accepted the offerings. Shiro’s grandma soon came back.

  “She’s asleep. She’s okay…Aunty Nina started work on her this morning. She needs a lot of rest and a lot of food.”

  Shiro held her hands.

  “You look tired, grandma.”

  “I’m fine.” She glanced at the wall clock. “Why don’t you take your man and show him our beach and come back for dinner…say around six?”

  “Okay, grandma. What are you going to do?”

  She grinned. “I’m gonna play bingo down at the church hall.”

  Back at their house, the two men looked for the bedroom. They stripped naked and hugged and kissed, Kono loving the sensation of having Shiro back in his arms.

  “We can skinny dip,” Shiro said.

  “Skinny dip? That’s not quite what I had in mind.”

  “Yeah…you’ll see. You will be very happy in just a few minutes.”

  Kono didn’t think so, as he pulled his shorts back on over his painful erection. They left their house and walked out the back door straight to the beach.

  “Wow, it’s beautiful.” Kono held Shiro’s hand. “I don’t get it. How come it’s a beautiful, sunny day and the beach is perfect and we’re the only two people on it?”

  Shiro grinned. “It’s not a popular beach and we like to keep it that way. I want you to fuck me in the ocean…and then we’ll take a walk along the sand, okay?”

  Kono gaped. “Babe…the water looks pretty rough.”

  “See that’s what everyone thinks. It’s a gentle giant. Like you.”

  Shiro dropped his shorts, leaving them on the sand.

  Kono watched the sweet ass he coveted disappearing into the churning surf. He watched Shiro negotiating the waves. He laughed happily, turning around to Kono.

  “Please come in,” he said. “The water is fantastic.”

  Kono’s senses spiralled. He might really have found paradise. He dropped his shorts, liking the feel of the sun beating down on his totally naked body. Shiro waded towards him and Kono grabbed him, holding him in his arms. Shiro wrapped his legs around Kono who stumbled into the surf with him. The blast of cold water exhilarated him, as did his lover’s insistent, hard cock jutting against his belly.

  Deeper in the water, Shiro’s feet pawed at Kono’s back.

  “Fuck me,” he kept saying into Kono’s ear. “I gotta have that cock.”

  Kono braced his feet in the soft, sinking sand below the water’s surface. He held his lover’s ass in his hands as his cock worked at entering him. Shiro made guttural sounds that drove Kono wild.

  “Oh yeah…oh yeah…”

  Could anyone see them? Kono gave up worrying, thinking only of Shiro’s pleasure. His cock slipped out of Shiro with a huge wave crashing over them. He coughed and spluttered, following Shiro who swam across the shoreline, crawling out to a secluded part of the cove.

  “The waves are fighting me,” Kono said.

  “Waves are life. The waves are what they are. We can trust them,” Shiro said, water dripping down his face. “Fuck me here, Kono. Please.”

  He rolled over, his beautiful body shimmering in the sun as he lay on the white, white sand.

  Kono scrambled to get between Shiro’s thighs. He entered him once more. He was tight, so tight, and Kono almost came.

  “My beautiful little Yakuza,” he said. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

  “I always was,” Shiro said. “As soon as I saw you. I knew.”

  Kono felt his lover’s heartbeat against his chest. Shiro began the incessant chant, demanding to be fucked. Kono felt the waves lapping at his feet, egging him on. He gave Shiro exactly what he wanted. Right there on their private beach, claiming Shiro’s mouth with his own.

  About the Authors

  A.J. Llewellyn is the
author of over fifty published gay erotic romance novels. He lives in California, but dreams of living in Hawaii. Frequent trips to all the islands, bags of Kona coffee in his fridge and a healthy collection of Hawaiian records keep this writer refueled. A.J. loves male/male erotica, has a passion for all animals (especially the dog, the cat and the turtle). A.J. believes that love is a song best sung out loud.

  John Simpson is a Vietnam Era Veteran, former Police Officer of the Year, a Federal Agent, a Federal Magistrate, an armed bodyguard to Saudi Royalty, a senior Federal Government executive, and recipient of awards from the Vice President of the United States and the Secretary of Treasury.

  John feels that for too long fiction writers neglected gay men. John writes entertaining, enjoyable, and enthralling fiction centred on the lives and lifestyles of gay men. John allows his readers to see life through gay mens’ eyes. And just like real life, John’s characters have active and exciting sex lives. John calls on his broad personal and professional experience in writing gay erotica. John is author of numerous full-length novels available through Dreamspinner Press, Extasy Books, Devine Destinies and Silver Publishing, several short stories in Alyson Books anthologies. John has written magazine articles for gay and straight audiences alike.

  John lives with his partner of 36 years who he legally married in 2008, and their three Scottish Terriers. John is highly involved with the Church, specifically seeking to repair rifts between Christendom and the gay community.

  John wishes to extend a very special thanks to his many female readers. He appreciates and loves the fact women enjoy male/male erotica, and he thanks you for your past and continued support. He hopes to never disappoint you, and always leave you wanting more!

  Email: AJ@AJLlewellyn.com, johnsimpsonbooks@hotmail.com.

  A.J. and John love to hear from readers. You can find their contact information, website and author biographies at http://www.total-e-bound.com.

  Also by A.J. Llewellyn