by Guy Willard
Jun picked up a camera from the table, and a knapsack from the floor, then asked Fumio to follow him. They stepped outside and went across the hallway to the room just opposite.
“This apartment and the one right next to it are playroom A and playroom B. Come on in. It’s not being used right now.” He rang the bell before entering, though.
Fumio saw that it was also an ordinary-looking apartment room, if somewhat bare. The only furnishings were a large black leather sofa and a table beside it. There was also a shower room and a toilet to the right.
Jun set the knapsack down. “You can see why the playroom is so much cheaper than a hotel room. There’s not even a bed in here. But some men actually prefer this because it seems so functional. Now, could you sit down on the sofa, please? I’d like to take a photo of your face.”
“Sure.” Fumio sat down and smiled at the camera as Jun snapped a couple of close-ups of him.
“Good. Now for the other ones. You can leave your clothes on the table there.”
“All right.” Trying to act as nonchalant as possible, Fumio undressed as Jun stood there waiting for him. When he was completely naked, Jun indicated for him to sit down on the sofa.
“Good. Now spread your legs slightly and get yourself erect.”
“All right.” Fumio touched himself somewhat self-consciously, and was relieved when he felt himself get hard rather quickly.
“Pull the foreskin cleanly off. That’s good.” Jun snapped several photos of Fumio in this position before having him stand up and turn sideways.
“You have a nice hard-on: pointing straight up just like a middle school boy’s. The men will really go for that.”
Next, Fumio was asked to turn away and lean slightly forward, with both hands at the sides of his buttocks. After all the photos were taken, Jun pulled a tape measure out of his rucksack and carefully measured the length of Fumio’s erection.
“I hope I’m not too small,” said Fumio with a nervous laugh.
“No, you’re a little over 13 centimeters, which is about average. Not all the clients prefer big penises, so don’t worry.” He took a piece of paper out of his pocket and wrote on it. “What name would you like to use? Most of the boys use a fake name, though some prefer their real one. Only your personal name will be used, anyway.”
“I guess I’ll go with my real name.”
“All right. Now, let’s see…you’re definitely a sportsman type. Are you okay with kissing?”
“Yes.”
“Oral sex?”
“I’ve only been on the receiving end, so I don’t know if I’ll be any good at giving it.”
“Anal sex?”
“Only the active role.”
“Okay. But I’ll put a triangle for both of those. The customers will like that better because it makes you seem more nonke. What about SM play?”
“No.”
“Three-way play?”
“I’ve never done it.”
“Can you stay overnight at a hotel with a client?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
Jun wrote all this down and returned the paper to his pocket. “Now, the first thing you do when you meet a client is to receive the fee. You’ll know beforehand what course he’s requested, whether it’s the 60 minute course, or the 90 minute, or whatever. As soon as you get the money, you set the timer for ten minutes less than the course—to allow enough time for the shower afterwards. You should buy a timer to keep in your knapsack, but Genji will provide you with all the other things you’ll need.”
Jun opened the knapsack and laid out its contents on the sofa. In addition to a small plastic timer were: a bottle of mouth wash, some lubricating lotion, condoms, an anal vibrator, a butt plug, a pair of handcuffs, wrist restraints, ankle restraints, and a blindfold.
“Of course you won’t be using all of these, but they’re there just in case the client requests them. By the way, the client is not allowed to bring any sex toys of his own.”
“That’s good to know.”
“As soon as you’ve set the timer, you take a shower. Get into the shower together with him and wash him well, soaping him up and then rinsing him off. Have him sit down on the bath stool and wash his penis for him. Make sure to pull the foreskin back and clean it well. And while you’re cleaning his penis, look for any signs of sexually transmitted diseases.”
“What are those?”
“First, check the pubic hair for any crabs. You can usually see the eggs sticking to the pubic hair. They look like little white pods. Then milk his shaft. If anything comes out, he probably has a disease. Check his anus area, too. Look for pustules, warts, blisters, sores, rashes, lumps, or any unusual odors. If you find anything suspicious, kindly tell him that you’re unable to continue, and that he will get his money fully refunded. The clients all know that they will be refused services if they have any kind of disease.”
“Have you ever turned anyone away for that reason?”
“Never. In most cases, the clients themselves are more worried about catching diseases from us. That’s why, as far as I know, none of the boys has ever been infected by a client.”
“That’s good to know.”
“After the shower, you go to the bed or sofa, and do whatever the client requests. And when the timer goes off, it’s time for him to take a shower—by himself, this time. While he’s doing that, you put everything away in your knapsack again and wait for him to finish. Now I know this should be self-explanatory, but always be on your best behavior with a client. The more agreeable you are, the more likely he’ll ask for you again. If you become someone’s regular, you can really start earning money.”
“How much do we get paid?”
“For a private date in the playroom, you’ll get fifty percent of what he pays. For a boy delivery, you get to keep sixty.”
“What’s a boy delivery?”
“That’s when you go out to meet him wherever he likes, usually at a nearby hotel, but sometimes in a restaurant or a bar. Occasionally you’ll even go to his home. As soon as you meet the client—whether it’s in this playroom, a hotel room, or at his apartment—call O-Tama to confirm your arrival. That’s when the course session begins. The client has to pay all of your travel expenses at the time he pays you your fee. You get to keep the travel money. If he wants to extend his session, call O-Tama again and let him know. For an extension, the client pays you an extra fee: five thousand for a 30-minute extension, and ten thousand for an hour. Genji gets half and you keep the rest.”
“I see.”
“Some of your clients might have trouble getting erect. Either they’re a little old, or a bit drunk, or just plain nervous, especially on their first date. Never make them feel embarrassed about it. Act as if it’s completely natural. If a client wants you to suck him off, let him know beforehand whether it’s okay for him to come in your mouth. If anyone asks you for SM play, tell him we only have soft SM, meaning no ropes or whips. And there will be absolutely no golden showers or feces play. But I don’t think you’ll have any trouble with our clients. The most common type is usually a middle-aged man who just fantasizes about having sex with a nonke college boy. He’ll probably want to kiss you first, and then lick you all over before sucking your dick to get you hard so you can fuck him up the ass. Either that, or he’ll just suck you off. Some men will ask you to put on a condom, but most prefer a bare dick. Do you have any questions?”
Fumio thought for a moment. “No, not at the moment.”
“When can you start work?”
“I think in a couple of days.”
“Good. Call in before you come, and let O-Tama know the hours you are available. That way, your data sheet can be put into the menu book. You’ll be paid every night before you go home. No private dates with a client after work. And no telephone numbers exchanged, either. Don’t accept tips. Anyone who gives you a tip will probably feel entitled to special services from you in the future. If he insists on tipping you, just te
ll him that the best way for him to show you his gratitude is to request you again next time.”
“All right.”
“By the way, if you have any friends who might be interested in working here, please introduce them to Genji. You’ll get a little fee for that.”
“All right.”
“I think you’ll enjoy working here. The pay is good, and I’ve never had any problems with either management or clients.”
“How long have you been with Genji?”
“Eight months. That’s the longest I’ve worked anywhere.”
As they left the room, Fumio wondered how long the average boy worked at one of these places. And what were his reasons for quitting? It was too early to be thinking such things, though. The real question was: would he be able to earn good money at it? That was all that really mattered for now.
11
Fumio started working at Genji two days later. When he arrived at the waiting room it was five o’clock in the afternoon, but there were only four boys there.
“Are you nervous, Fumio?” one of them asked.
“Yes. I have no idea who my first client will be.”
“Don’t worry. Usually the client is just as nervous as you, if not more so.”
“That’s right,” said another boy. “I’ve had clients who were so nervous that they could barely say a word the whole time. And then there were others who just wouldn’t stop talking. You’re going to meet all kinds of men in this job. I remember one client who didn’t even bother to get undressed. He just wanted me to get naked so he could stroke my dick. He said he’d been impotent since his late thirties, and wanted to remember what it felt like to hold a hard dick in his hand. For all I know he wasn’t even a homo, because he didn’t even want to suck me off.”
“I’ve had several nonke clients,” said the first boy. “They told me they like to buy a boy sometimes just for the thrill of it—whenever they want something that no woman can give them. Yes, apparently even nonke men feel a desire to suck dick every now and then. I guess it makes them feel so naughty.”
“Yes, and then they discover they like it so much that they keep coming back for more. But they don’t consider themselves homos because they still like to have a woman every now and then.”
“Well, it’s sometimes hard to draw the line between homo and nonke, and when you really come down to it, does it even matter?”
“I suppose not. As long as they pay up for their pleasures.”
The phone rang just then and another boy picked it up. After a brief conversation, he hung up and turned to Fumio. “Congratulations. It looks like you’ve got your first client. Someone picked you out from the menu at the bar.”
“Will he be coming right away?”
“He wants you to go to the Sunrise Hotel. Do you know where it is?”
“No.”
“Here. I’ll draw you a map.” When he’d finished sketching it out, he handed it over. “Do you think you can find your way there?”
“I think so. Thanks.”
“He’s already paid for you at the bar, so just ring the bell at this room number. It’s a 90-minute course. He’s a regular client named Akiyoshi, a university professor in his late fifties. You’ll have no problem with him at all because he’s a very nice gentleman. Do you have everything you need in your knapsack?”
“Yes.”
“Good luck, then. Don’t forget to call the bar as soon as you get to the room.”
“I will.”
Fumio slipped his knapsack onto his back and left. With the aid of the map, he was easily able to find the hotel. It was about a five-minute walk from the waiting room. His heart was beating fast as he rang the doorbell to room 201.
The door opened right away, and a distinguished-looking man wearing a three-piece suit greeted him. “Good evening. Are you Fumio-kun? Please come inside.”
“Yes, sir.”
The man looked him over and seemed very satisfied. “Why don’t you sit down, Fumio? Would you like something to drink?”
“Yes, please.”
“A whiskey and water?” He got up to make it.
“Allow me, sir.” Fumio went over to the night table where a bottle and a couple of glasses had already been set out.
“The water’s in the decanter over there.”
Fumio felt himself begin to shiver slightly as he made the drinks; he wished Jun was around to guide him step by step.
“I understand you’re new to Genji, Fumio.”
“Yes. In fact, I just started tonight.”
“This very night?”
“Yes.”
“Have you worked at any other places before?”
“No. This is my first experience at this kind of job.”
“That is a pleasant surprise. Some of the boys at Genji have been working there so long that they should be receiving retirement pay.” The professor peered more closely at Fumio. “Are you a university student?”
“Yes.”
“Which university do you go to, if you don’t mind my asking?”
Fumio was about to tell him that Genji’s policy was to protect its boys’ privacy, but the professor held up his hand.
“It’s just that I teach political science at a university in the city, and I have a soft spot for college boys. Genji claims that all its boys are students, but I can tell when they’re not. It would make it so much more exciting for me to know that you were the real thing.”
Fumio felt he had nothing to lose so he pulled out his student ID and handed it over. The professor examined it carefully before handing it back with a smile.
“Thank you, Fumio. You’re the real thing, all right.”
Fumio put away his ID and handed Akiyoshi a drink, waiting for him to take a sip before tasting his own.
“You have a very nice build, Fumio. Do you play sports at school?”
“No. I was on my high school soccer team, though.” He was too ashamed to admit that because of his work as a tutor, he had no time for any extra-curricular activities in college.
“Soccer, huh? Good. Tell me about some of your experiences.”
Fumio told him, hesitantly at first, but more and more animatedly as he realized that the older man was fascinated by the normal things which went on in a soccer club. He wanted to know all the little details: how the locker room smelled, how dirty the boys’ uniforms got, how rough the games were.
“Was there any bullying within the soccer club? I’m sure there was.”
“Oh yes. Whenever junior players made mistakes on the field, they were punished later in the clubroom by the older players.”
“How?”
“By being whacked on the bare back with a belt. Not only were we not allowed to cry out, but we actually had to yell ‘Thank you!’ at each stroke.”
“I see.” There was a glow in the professor’s eyes as he listened. Fumio sensed that the older man had never played any sports as a youth and had a special fascination with the grueling regimen undergone by athletes.
“Do you have a girlfriend, Fumio?”
Fumio blushed. “No. Not right now.”
“But you’ve had a girlfriend in the past, I take it?”
Fumio nodded. The copy on the advertisements for Genji claimed that most of its boys were genuine nonke.
“What was her name?”
“Mariko.”
“How did she look? Physically.”
Fumio described the girl he’d had in Petit Doll, glad now that he’d at least had that single heterosexual experience.
“When did the two of you break up?”
“About three months ago. That was the last time I saw her.”
“How often did you have sex with her, when you were going steady?”
“I’d say about once a week.”
“That’s not very often, for a healthy young boy like you.”
“Well, you see, she lived with her family, and her parents were strict about letting her stay out late.” Fumio wa
s amazed at how easily he was able to come up with these lies. “She lived way out in Hachioji, so we had to go to a love hotel in the afternoon.”
“Wonderful. But now that you’ve broken up with her, you must miss her.”
“Yes.”
“Do you sometimes masturbate as you think of her?”
“Yes, all the time.”
“How often? Once a day? Twice? Three times?”
“About once a day is usually enough for me.”
“What kinds of girls do you like, Fumio? Cute ones? Sexy ones? Innocent ones? Slutty ones?”
“As long as she’s a girl, that’s fine with me. I’ll take any girl I can get. With my looks, I don’t have the luxury of being choosy.”
“Nonsense. You’re quite attractive. Will you take off your shirt so I can get a good look at you, please?”
“Of course.”
Wordlessly Fumio began unbuttoning his shirt.
“More slowly,” said the professor. “I want to enjoy it.” Turning a knob on the console by the bed, he adjusted the lighting so that the room was much darker. Then, lying down sideways on the bed, he watched intently as Fumio undressed. Behind him on the wall shimmered the amber shadow cast by the whiskey in his glass.
Fumio slipped off his shirt.
“Now turn around.”
Fumio felt as if he were a model posing for an artist or a photographer—a rather flattering sensation.
The professor now got up from the bed and came behind Fumio, reaching around to rub the front of Fumio’s crotch.
“You’re still not hard.” He lowered the zipper and reached into the fly to touch Fumio’s penis over his briefs.
Despite himself, Fumio began to get erect.
“Ah, the vigor of youth. Even the touch of an old homo like me is enough to get you going.” He undid Fumio’s slacks and pulled them down to his thighs, then hooked a finger over the waistband of the briefs to slide them off as well.
The penis, now fully exposed, lengthened instantly, rising upwards towards Fumio’s belly with a series of short jerks.
“Ohh….” The professor placed the palm of his hand against the shaft and closed his fingers around it. “It’s still growing, pointing straight up just like a young teenager’s. Yes, yes, I remember when even my dick used to be this hard. What memories this brings back. I feel just like a kid again.”