by Guy Willard
He was standing pressed against Fumio’s back, reaching around and stroking the younger man’s erection with fluid motions of his wrist.
“Is this how you do it as you look at pictures of naked girls in those photobooks?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll bet you like the ones with big tits, right?”
“Yes.”
“And with fat puffy nipples that you’d like to suck on?”
“Yes.”
“The last time you fucked Mariko, what position did you use?”
“Doggy style. I did it to her from behind.”
“Is that the way she likes it?”
“Yes. And it’s my favorite position as well.”
“Did she come?”
“Many times.”
Fumio could feel the older man at his back, his breathing getting more agitated, and the pumping of his wrist now furious.
“Oh, Fumio, I can’t stand it anymore. Do it to me like you did it to her.”
The older man began taking off his own clothes, and Fumio, fully excited by now, hastily pulled his slacks and briefs all the way off, kicking them aside. The professor was completely naked and crouching down on the floor on his hands and knees. He peered back at Fumio over his shoulder.
“It’s in the drawer of the bedside table,” he said.
Fumio opened the drawer to find the same brand of ointment that Shima-chan had used. He knew just what to do. As he lubed himself up and then the older man, the professor said, “I like it rough.”
“Yes, sir.”
Fumio got into position and wasted no time in shoving his erection into the proffered anus, pumping himself hard. When the older man cried out in pain, Fumio stopped, worried that he’d been a little too rough. But the professor only got angry at the interruption.
“Don’t stop, Fumio. Don’t you dare stop….”
“Yes, sir.” He suddenly realized that they hadn’t even taken a shower together, nor had he bothered to call the bar or set the alarm. But then the professor was supposed to be a regular client, so it probably didn’t matter. Anyway, there would be plenty of time for him later to learn the routine properly. For now, as he continued fucking the professor, he just couldn’t get over his wonder that he was actually being paid to do this.
12
Fumio was now living a double life. During the day he was a college student…a sleepy one who nodded over his notebooks, but who made sure to attend the minimum number of required classes. But after going home and taking a short nap, he was ready for work, providing sex for middle-aged men. He had quit all his tutoring jobs.
He went to Genji three or four days a week, from about five o’clock in the afternoon till about half past midnight. If he missed the last train, he took a taxi home. On most weekday nights, he would have only one or two clients, but on Fridays and Saturdays, he usually had three or four.
So far, he hadn’t met a single man who was unpleasant to him. All of them were friendly, and some were even quite shy. His youngest client had been a salaryman in his late twenties who was very sensitive about being a premature ejaculator. In fact he had climaxed as Fumio was washing him in the shower. But he was able to have three more orgasms before his 60-minute session was up. The oldest client had been a man in his early seventies who had completely lost the ability to get an erection—but he was able to climax through anal sex, and responded quite passionately to Fumio’s fucking, crying out as ardently as a young boy.
Three men had become regular clients of his, asking for him each time. Professor Akiyoshi was one of them, and requested Fumio at least twice a week, calling for him from the usual hotel. He always asked for two-hour sessions, though most of that time was spent talking, as the sex was over after about half an hour, and he was never able to climax more than once. He seemed to enjoy chatting with Fumio.
For his part, Fumio had learned how to be a good companion for his clients. The important thing was to be cheerful at all times. He knew how to flatter them by laughing at their jokes, listening to their gripes about work, and soothing their emotional wounds. Also, since most of the men were quite successful and intelligent, Fumio made it a point to read the newspaper every day from front to back so that he would be familiar with any topic which might come up. And from listening to their comments on finance and politics, he found that he was getting a better education than the one he was receiving in college.
Some men wanted to hear all about Fumio’s sex life, but most of them only wanted to talk about their own, opening up to him about their deepest feelings. It was as if the act of sex was the key to unlocking their reticence. Fumio realized that many of them were lonely and had no one with whom they could truly talk. He sometimes felt as if he were really being paid to listen to their troubles...as if the sex was only an excuse for meeting him in private. Indeed, in at least one case, the man didn’t even want sex. All he wanted was a conversation partner with whom he could openly discuss his homosexuality.
But the money was coming in. Shortly after beginning to work at Genji, Fumio had opened up a bank account and now he delightedly watched as his savings grew. He was finally able to buy all the nice things he’d always wanted: clothes, shoes, fashion accessories. His dream was to save up enough money to buy a car and move to a nicer apartment, perhaps even a condominium in central Tokyo.
Still, he always felt somehow unclean after coming off an evening of work at Genji. He’d taken to dropping in at a nearby sauna before going home, as if the cleansing heat had the power to remove the memory of having been kissed and caressed by middle-aged homosexuals.
One night he was relaxing in the plunge pool after a long sit in the sauna when another customer entered from the changing area and went straight into the sauna. Something about the man’s body had struck Fumio—not only the fact that he was young, well-built, and had smoothly tanned skin. After a moment he got up and re-entered the sauna, taking a seat on the bench.
The other man glanced at him and then did a double take. Fumio nodded at him out of reflex before simultaneously realizing that he was none other than Tatsuya, his former neighbor. They both recognized each other at the same time, and laughed at this coincidence.
“Imagine meeting in a place like this,” said Tatsuya.
Fumio nodded in agreement, then asked, “Do you come here often?”
“Quite a bit. It really helps to clear away the effects of all the alcohol I have to drink. The host club where I work is just down the street. Tonight it was really tough. There was a fuzoku girl who kept opening up new bottles of Dom Perignon for us to finish off.”
“Wow. And how much did that cost her?”
“Trust me, you don’t want to know. But these girls in the sex industry make so much money that they don’t even care how much they spend. I suppose it helps them alleviate all the stresses they have to put up with in their line of work. You can’t imagine some of the degrading things they make us do sometimes. The other night I had to pretend I was a dog and go around on all fours, barking my head off. Times sure have changed. It’s not like the old days when the women were grateful just for our loving attendance upon them.”
“I’m sure glad I don’t have your job.”
“What do you do, by the way? Do you work around here?”
“Nearby, at a bar. I’m surprised I haven’t met you before now.”
“I usually come here at a later time, maybe that’s why. We got off a little early tonight. Your name is Fumio, isn’t it? Listen, I still owe you a favor for helping me up the stairs that time.”
“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m sure you would have done the same for me.”
“But I want to pay you back. Listen, if you aren’t busy tonight, how about if we go out and have some fun?”
“Now?”
“Sure. I’d planned to go to Roppongi after my sauna anyway. Why don’t you come along? We can pick up some girls, maybe.”
Fumio knew that the all-night discos of Roppongi were the most popul
ar places for boys and girls to meet. Though he felt uncertain about picking up a girl, the idea of spending some time together with Tatsuya was more than enough reason to convince him.
“All right. Let’s go, then.”
All the trains and subways had stopped running by now, so they had to take a taxi. When they got to Roppongi, Fumio saw that things were still very much alive. He gazed at the crowds of young people, most of them girls walking in groups of two, three, or four. Many foreigners were here as well, and he knew that a lot of the girls were looking for dates with them. Expensive imported cars cruised by, more than he could count: Mercedes-Benzes, Ferraris, even a white Rolls Royce. Tatsuya pointed out, quite casually, a famous comedian Fumio had often seen on TV.
They entered a disco called Dream. The doorman seemed to recognize Tatsuya and waved them through, past the lines of waiting people. As soon as they stepped inside, Fumio felt as if he’d entered another world. The decor of this most fashionable of nightspots resembled nothing so much as the inside of a warehouse. Loud, pulsating music seemed to blast at him from all corners of the building, an almost physical assault on his senses. Flashing lights made his head spin, and he all but stumbled after Tatsuya who was eagerly scanning the tables for a place to sit.
All the seats seemed to be taken, but Tatsuya didn’t seem perturbed. He told Fumio to wait, and walked over to a corner where two girls were sitting at a tiny round table. After chatting with them for a few minutes, the girls in one motion glanced over at where Fumio was standing, and Tatsuya signaled for him to join them.
At first Fumio felt out of place in the group. Both girls were dressed in tightly clinging dresses which showed off every curve of their bodies. But Tatsuya seemed completely at ease with them, joking and chatting with a thoroughly professional fluency. Fumio, with only half of his attention on the conversation, secretly watched Tatsuya’s face.
The conventional word “handsome” was somehow not quite the right word to describe Tatsuya’s looks. There could be no doubt that he was handsome. But in addition, there was a certain vulnerable beauty to his face which made him a little too pretty for a male. It was a look which had always held a special fascination for those young girls who worshipped boy-idol groups. Fumio liked the slightly effete elegance with which Tatsuya held his cigarette as he talked.
It was quite obvious by now that both girls were completely infatuated with Tatsuya. Though Fumio tried to join the conversation, he couldn’t keep up with the witty phrases and repartee which seemed to float effortlessly to the lips of the other three. After a while he noticed a certain pattern to these jokes, and suspected Tatsuya might be spinning them out of a set repertory.
Clearly his friend was more attracted to the girl named Naoko and was concentrating his attention upon her, leaving Fumio and the other girl to just listen. Finally Naoko said, “Let’s dance. I’m beginning to feel a little woozy.”
“All right.”
By silent consent they paired off, Tatsuya with Naoko, and Fumio with Izumi. They danced until they were exhausted, then left to go to an all-night pub nearby.
Most of the sleepless revelers on the streets outside looked haggard and washed-out. Here and there, girls were kneeling on the sidewalks ignominiously retching, then being helped to their feet by worried girlfriends. Fumio wondered how this night would end for him.
After a single drink at the pub, Tatsuya glanced at his watch and announced, “Well, what shall we do? It’s getting late. Why don’t we call it a night?”
Everyone agreed.
“Then,” he continued, “how about if we find a place nearby to sleep it off?”
The two girls looked at each other.
“Sure,” they said together.
“Come on, then.” Tatsuya led the way, pulling Naoko with him. Fumio and Izumi followed.
When Tatsuya stopped in front of a love hotel, no one made any comment. They entered, and the two boys checked in, paying for a pair of rooms right next to each other.
They all took the elevator up to the third floor where the two couples separated to their respective rooms. The one Fumio and Izumi had taken was quite impressive, featuring an enormous round bed in the very center of it. As Fumio fiddled with the knobs at the bedside console, he discovered that they revolved the bed as well as operating the television, the radio, and various lights all around the room. On the ceiling just above the bed was a huge mirror.
“Quite a fancy place,” he said.
Izumi merely nodded, asking him whether it was all right if she took a shower first. He nodded.
When the sound of the shower came on, Fumio, as calmly as he could, undressed and got into bed to wait for her. She returned after about fifteen minutes, a towel wrapped around her middle, drying her hair with another towel. Without a word she slid into bed next to him.
Her body was still warm and slightly damp from the shower, her skin a little sticky. She lay back with her eyes closed, her hair fanned out over the pillow. When Fumio made no immediate move she opened her eyes.
“Well?” She reached up and undid her towel, pulling it open in front. Her breasts were full and firm, with shapely brown nipples. Even though she was lying on her back, her breasts pointed tautly upward.
Fumio, feeling impelled by the momentum of the evening, leaned down and gently kissed a nipple, then began sucking on it. He was reminded of his visit to Petit Doll when Mariko had so professionally serviced him. But this time he would have to do all the work. Imitating what he’d seen in adult videos, he began kissing her on the lips as he fondled her breasts.
Izumi responded rather passionately. It was clear that she was very eager for what was about to come, and Fumio would have been happy to comply, except that his body seemed reluctant to obey. He was simply unable to feign a passion he didn’t feel…something he was easily able to do, though, with his clients at Genji.
Soon she became a little irritated at his lack of progress. “What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”
“No, I’m not a virgin,” he murmured. “Maybe I’ve had a little too much to drink.”
She made an impatient sound with her tongue, but sat up and had him lie back. Bending over him, she took his limp penis into her hand and began kissing it. Fumio closed his eyes and willed himself to relax. Happily, after several minutes of Izumi’s ministrations, he was able to get an erection.
“My, my, will you look at this.” She stroked it smoothly, marveling at its tight rigidity. “You have no reason to be shy in this department.”
She sat up and straddled his hips, one hand still gripping his penis. As she carefully lowered herself onto it, she closed her eyes to savor its entry. Fumio kept his eyes on her face as she felt herself gradually filling up inside. Her initial look of concentration slowly turned into a smile, and when his penis was all the way in, she began gently moving up and down, shaking her head to loosen her hair. Her torso undulated with a fluid, practiced motion, making her breasts jerk up and down.
Fumio concentrated on her face, telling himself that he was finally doing it with a girl. Technically, he had just lost his virginity. In the eyes of the world, he was finally a real man. At that thought, he suddenly felt himself lose his erection. Izumi stopped moving and peered down. His penis had slipped out, and was completely limp.
“Well, well. You certainly did have too much to drink tonight, didn’t you?”
He smiled weakly. “Sorry.”
She sighed, but once again used her hands and mouth to bring him erect. This time it took a little longer. As she resumed her interrupted fuck, Fumio closed his eyes and tried to imagine he was having sex with a boy. It worked for a while, but as Izumi’s pleasure began to mount, her high-pitched squeals kept bringing him back to reality. After about three minutes of this, he suddenly went limp again and slipped out of her.
She slammed her fist against the bed in frustration. “What’s the use of having such a nice big dick if you can’t even use it?” With a petulant
sigh, she got off of him and sat down hard on the side of the bed. “And I wanted it so badly tonight, too. You’re useless, you know that?” She glanced at the wall separating their room from the other couple’s. “Lucky Naoko.”
After falling silent for a moment, she suddenly got to her feet and, still naked, strode rapidly to the door.
“Where are you going?” said Fumio.
Without even bothering to look back at him, she opened the door and left. Fumio jumped out of bed and ran after her, holding a towel to his privates. Izumi was standing completely naked out in the hallway, ringing the doorbell of Tatsuya’s room. After a moment the door opened and Fumio heard Naoko say, “What are you doing here, Izumi?”
“Can I join you?”
“Huh?”
But Tatsuya’s voice called from within: “Sure! Come on in.”
With a happy smile, Izumi rushed into their room. Naoko’s face emerged cautiously from behind the doorsill and when she spotted Fumio standing out in the hallway, she gave him an inquisitive look, but he merely turned his face away. The door slowly shut, and Fumio heard laughter from within. Stealthily he crept closer to the door and put his ear to it. He could hear them chatting happily for a while, and then suddenly grow quiet. Feeling ludicrous standing naked in the hallway, he went back to his room and began putting his clothes on.
For a moment he worried about what Izumi might have told the others about him. But then he realized it didn’t matter anymore.
Glancing at his watch, he knew there would be no trouble finding a taxi at this time of the morning.
13
Because Professor Akiyoshi was such a good client, Fumio had made an exception in his case about overnight stays. Now, whenever the professor requested it, they spent the night together—not at the Sunrise Hotel anymore, but at a rather more luxurious one on the other side of Shinjuku station. However, Akiyoshi usually went home to his family after several hours, leaving Fumio alone in the hotel, free to request as much room service as he liked, all paid for by the older man. It was a great extravagance for Fumio to be able to sleep in late and have breakfast in bed. For the first time in his life, he felt like a pampered pet.