My Yakuza

by A. J. Llewellyn

  Kono smiled. “That’s an awful lot of pleasure. Are you sure you can deliver?”

  It was Shiro’s turn to smile. He took Kono’s hand and pulled him onto the bed and bent his head down to suck on each of Kono’s nipples. Kono ran his hands through Shiro’s hair as his cock once again grew rock hard. Shiro worked his way down Kono’s body and went back down on the cock that begged for attention. Kono closed his eyes as Shiro bobbed up and down, sucking and rolling his balls gently. When Shiro saw Kono’s balls once more begin to tighten up, he knew that Kono must be close and so he stopped and moved on.

  “Turn over please,” Shiro begged.

  Kono did so without asking any questions as he knew what was about to happen. As he settled into this new position, he spread his legs slightly. Shiro lay down between Kono’s legs and reached up and spread Kono’s ass cheeks. Revealed was the tightly puckered entrance to Kono’s body and Shiro knew what he must do.

  He bent his head down and began to lick both ass cheeks, nibbling along the way until he reached the crevice. He didn’t hesitate as he went directly to the opening and ran his tongue over the entrance sending shivers up Kono’s spine and eliciting a moan from him. Shiro ran his tongue repeatedly over that spot sending the nerve endings located there into a frenzy, which communicated nothing but pleasure to their owner.

  Shiro ran his tongue down the crack and onto the taint strip until he reached Kono’s balls, which were lying back from his body. Shiro washed each ball generously and ran his tongue over the slit in the head of Kono’s cock.

  He worked his way back to the opening and this time began to thrust his tongue inside as far as it would go. As he tongue fucked Kono, Kono began to moan, moving his head back and forth on the pillow, arching his back, and repeatedly saying, “Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

  Shiro was pleased that he was so obviously able to give Kono a great deal of pleasure through his oral skills and continued for a few more minutes. When Kono pleaded with him to stop, Shiro sat up and ran his hands repeatedly over Kono’s tight ass, massaging it as he went, finishing with a kiss on each cheek.

  * * * *

  They made love for hours and their passion didn’t wane.

  Kono’s cock stood rigid and the man finally got his breath, but Shiro had some moves on him. He bent and swabbed the cock head again with his flattened tongue, but Kono couldn’t stop him this time. He wouldn’t stop him.

  In his half-sitting position, looking down at the young man nursing on his cock was an erotic sight he would never forget. Shiro’s fingers tugged over Kono’s ball sac, gently stroking as his mouth clamped harder. Kono’s ass shot off the bed as he came, swift and hard into Shiro’s waiting mouth.

  He pumped, aware of a bird’s cry outside the windows. Arms flailing on the bed, he felt his spirits soaring over the Sound. He took Shiro with him in his dazed, carnal flight. Shiro’s fingers never stopped moving in their earnest, encouraging way over his balls.

  Kono let out a groan. Shiro’s hot wet mouth came off him, but his fingers gripped his balls still.

  “Not bad for a dead man. I hear people often die with a hard-on,” Shiro said.

  “You want my hard-on buried in your ass?”

  “Hell, yeah. You’re still hard. I want it.”

  “You would have had it already if you hadn’t insisted on blowing me like that.”

  Shiro shrugged. “I’m a man. I needed to suck your cock.”

  Kono went crazy then. He wanted to be the best lover Shiro had ever had. He wanted to fuck the guy until he couldn’t remember somebody called Keizo and one hot night in Tokyo.

  He pushed Shiro onto his back, licking at his cock. It was rigid and the juices very sweet.

  “Your belly is rumbling. You’re hungry,” he said.

  “Hungry for you. Please fuck me, then feed me.”

  “Open your legs. I want to look at you.”

  Shiro was shy at first, but Kono’s shoulders muscled between his open legs. His ass was nice and tight. He licked at his balls and his hole. Oh, he couldn’t wait to get into him. He licked Shiro, working up a nice slick pace. Shiro’s body opened to him more and more. Kono enjoying the feeling the younger man’s ass humping his mouth.

  “Can you fuck me? Are you ready?”

  “Ready? I was ready the first time I saw you, damn it.”

  He poised between Shiro’s legs, anxious for submersion.

  “Oh, no, don’t make me wait.” Shiro writhed under him. Man, he was a hot-assed thing.

  “I’ll fuck you, take it easy,” he said, but the truth was it was exciting to have a sexy guy like Shiro going berserk for his cock like this. He dropped a kiss on Shiro’s wounded chest, making the guy go wild.

  “Fuck me, fuck me,” Shiro panted.

  And he did. He sliced into Shiro, feeling the way the guy clutched his ass. Kono’s cock sought further entry and found it, making them both moan. He fucked Shiro long and deep, the younger man not releasing his hold on Kono’s ass. They kept up their hard stroking, the heat between them turning liquid and gold. The harder he fucked him, the more Shiro wanted him. Kono felt his balls slapping against Shiro’s ass, making his whole body jump.

  He knew Shiro was going to come by the way his toes suddenly flared out. Kono would make the guy come so hard he would own him, he’d ruin him for any other man that tried to lay claim to him. He put Shiro’s legs over his shoulders, surprised that they, too, were covered in sweat. Shiro moaned in need. He was still begging to be fucked. Kono bore down on him and felt the orgasm welling in his own spine. Man. He felt like a surfer who had caught a monster wave and feared it. The intense pleasure blew through his brain, and up and down his back. He fell on Shiro who was almost doubled over under him. Kono felt Shiro’s sticky juices bursting all over his chest and chin. Kono started fucking once again, but the impact didn’t lessen. He fucked the adorable Hawaiian under him until he knew his orgasm had stopped.

  “That was amazing,” Shiro finally said.

  Kono couldn’t help himself. “Better than Keizo?”

  “Almost.”

  “You little prick.” He grinned. “You said that to get me to fuck you again.”

  He raised himself on one elbow, looking down at Shiro.

  “A lot better,” Shiro said. “But we might wanna try a few more times. You know. To be sure.”

  “I’m sure we’ll have plenty of opportunities to explore the inside of your ass with my cock,” Kono said in a boastful way. “Your ass is mine, sport, unless you say otherwise.”

  “I seriously doubt you’ll hear me reclaim ownership. Not to take the conversation away from what I love the best, but I’m starving, and we’ve been going at it for two hours. Can we have an early dinner and then maybe a snack later?”

  “Sounds good to me. Maybe have a sandwich while we’re watching the television tonight. Are you good at cooking?” Kono asked.

  “Yes, I had to cook for myself often growing up, once my grandma was out of the everyday picture. I’ll look at the contents of the kitchen and whip up something good.”

  “Okay, while you do that, I’m gonna sit out on the balcony for a bit if you don’t mind?”

  “Nope. Enjoy yourself and I’ll let you know when dinner is ready,” he said as he bent down and kissed Kono on the lips.

  Kono watched Shiro slip on underwear and walk away. He smiled. Damn that was one sweet fuck! He got up, pulled on a pair of shorts and went out onto the balcony and took a seat facing the harbour. He breathed in deeply and felt more of the tension that had built up inside of him begin to ease out. This wouldn’t be too bad of a situation for the next three weeks. Shiro could cook both in and out of bed and it had been months since Kono had been able to enjoy sex with someone he liked. He could begin thinking in detail about his testimony a week before the trial and then the trial.

  What was life going to be like once he testified and hopefully put the head of the Harada clan away for a long time? Would he have to constantly look over his
shoulder more than usual as a cop? What about Shiro? If he wanted him to remain a part of his life, surely his life would be in danger as well since he’d betrayed the Harada clan.

  He liked Shiro, once he’d gotten over the shock that he was sent to kill him. He had a pleasant disposition, he could cook, he was great in bed and made a perfect fit with Kono sexually, and he was working on a degree. They were almost the same age and came from the same ancestry. What more could he really want in a man? Could he fall in love with him? That was the major question.

  Shiro was surprised how much he liked Kono. Not just desired him, but liked the guy. He always acted squirrelly when Shiro tried to hug or kiss him but there was an intensity between them that couldn’t be denied. They ended up cooking dinner together. Salmon steaks, rice and vegetables. He wanted to eat in bed, but Kono rolled his eyes.

  “You always have to go there.”

  They sat out on the balcony at sunset, watching the boats on the water. He brought Kono a beer, then a second one. By the time he brought out the third and the sun had set, Kono was looking at him in that hungry way again. Shiro went to take his set opposite him as he handed Kono the beer, but Kono held his wrist.

  “Come here.” His voice held the threat of carnal promise making Shiro’s cock leap in his board shorts.

  Shiro sat on the man’s lap. He could feel Kono’s boner under their clothing. Kono grinned when Shiro squirmed. Oh, man, I just want to feel that cock inside me one more time.

  Kono submitted to a kiss, then took a pull of his beer. He looked away from Shiro and gazed out at the boats in the harbour. His hand went to Kono’s handsome face, tugging him down for another kiss. Kono kissed him, the beer still cold and tangy on his tongue.

  “Think anyone on those boats can see us?” Kono took another pull at his beer and put the bottle on the balcony floor. His fingers went to the Velcro snaps on Shiro’s board shorts. The snaps came loose but the cord at the waistband remained knotted. Kono had only one free hand, since one held Shiro from underneath.

  “I need help here.”

  Shiro’s legs dangled over the arm of Kono’s chair.

  “I hope they can all see me getting head from the hottest guy in America,” Shiro said.

  He fumbled with the cord. Something ignited behind Kono’s eyes. Even in the dark, starlit sky, Shiro felt the man’s desire. Kono bent down and tore at the cord with his teeth. With his free hand, he brought Shiro’s hard shaft out of his board shorts.

  “Commando. Just the way I like my men.”

  Kono began to suck on Shiro who bounced around, anxious for release and for closer contact. He didn’t want to have Kono suck him to orgasm then assume business as usual. He wanted to get fucked. He tried to stop himself from coming as Kono’s mouth brought him such immeasurable bliss, but he couldn’t.

  “Don’t fight me. I want this,” Kono said, coming off Shiro’s cock. It bounced against the cop’s chest as he bent down to bring his beer bottle up again. Kono took a drink and swallowed. He said, “Open your mouth,” took a second pull and spat it into Shiro’s mouth.

  Shiro swallowed, feeling his lover’s mouth all over his cock again. He came so hard, he thought he would pass out. He felt the tremor in his nipples, the ruined one throbbing.

  He couldn’t speak when Kono took his mouth away again.

  Shiro trembled. “Fuck, man.”

  Kono rose, holding Shiro in his arms.

  Carrying him to their bedroom, he dropped Shiro on the rumpled bed, ripping down his own shorts. He stood at the edge of the bed, pulling down Shiro’s shorts, kneeling on the floor as Shiro’s ass opened to him. Kono began to lick him fervently.

  “You still have my juices in you.”

  “Yeah,” Shiro said. “I want you to fuck me.”

  He got on his hands and knees, Kono instantly on the bed behind him. Shiro adored getting fucked from behind. He felt his lover’s hands at his waist as Kono began to fuck the cock buried in him, taking pleasure from Kono’s gasp of surprise.

  Shiro was a Hawaiian man. All his friends were hula dancers. All of them were gay. They knew how to move their hips to make a man go crazy inside their asses.

  “Oh, my God…” Kono pushed down on Shiro, covering his body with his own.

  Shiro kept his ass arching up, taking Kono deeper into him. Kono came hard, Shiro loving the feel of the man’s orgasm soaring into him.

  “No juices for daddy?” Kono asked, reaching down and sliding his hand down to Shiro’s dry cock.

  “Keep fucking me. I’ll come,” Shiro said.

  Kono grunted. “My pleasure,” he said.

  * * * *

  The next couple of days went quickly with Shiro and Kono living in contented domesticity. They took care of the condo together. Kono helped Shiro cook meals. They had sex, watched television—finding out they liked the same shows—and enjoyed the evening sunsets.

  When Kono’s funeral was televised, they watched it in bed, naked, Kono’s fingers immersed in Shiro’s ass. Kono became incensed when he saw how short the coverage was and that Genjiro didn’t appear to be at the ceremony. A lot of cops were there, but no Gen. Did he even know that Kono was dead? He had to. It had been all over the news.

  “I can’t believe Gen’s not there,” he said, taking his fingers out of Shiro’s ass. He switched the channel to CNN, hoping his death got some play there. Amazing…nothing. Not even a mention on the blue news line at the bottom of the screen. No, wait. There it was.

  New York City says goodbye to fallen detective…Argentina first Latin American country to approve gay marriage…Oscar winning actress Sandra Bullock to adopt another baby?

  His cell phone rang.

  It was Jerrell. “I’m on my way for a visit. You’ll be pleased to know your funeral went off without a hitch.”

  “That’s not something a man hears every day,” Kono said.

  Jerrell chuckled and ended the call.

  Kono sprang into action. “We have to get showered and dressed. Jerrell is on his way.”

  “You were getting ready to fuck me…no time for a quickie?”

  Kono scowled. “No!”

  “Let’s shower together, then,” Shiro said.

  “Oh, man, you are such a romantic.”

  Shiro grinned.

  “Okay, okay.”

  They showered, lathering each other up.

  “You like shower jerks?” Shiro asked.

  Kono laughed until Shiro took hold of Kono’s cock, stroking it, as cool, soapy water cascaded over their bodies. He felt the tension in his balls and ass right away. He grabbed Shiro’s cock and soon, they jerked one another off with frantic, soapy fingers, Kono’s mouth glued to Shiro’s.

  “Wow, that was nice,” he said, turning off the taps. He panted. Man, if the Yaks didn’t bump him off, his hot-ass lover would. They dried off, each man running around cleaning up the place. Shiro made the bed and rumpled the other one beside it slightly.

  “We want him to think we sleep in separate beds,” Shiro said.

  Kono raised a brow. “I don’t think he’ll believe that for a second.”

  Shiro shrugged. “We should make him lunch, right?”

  Kono hesitated. “I guess.” He scratched his freshly washed head. He hadn’t thought about lunch.

  In the kitchen, they rustled up a salad and pulled out steaks, which Shiro marinated in soy sauce and honey.

  Kono found his good mood returning. The guy had the hottest mouth and ass in fuckdom, and he could cook.

  They were nervous around each other now that they were fully clothed and unable to maul each other.

  Shiro made a punch out of canned juices he found in the kitchen. Kono heard him tinkering around in the freezer, and then there was a soft knock at the door. Kono went to it, but it opened quickly. Jerrell had a key.

  “How are you doing?” he asked them.

  Shiro came out with chilled glasses of punch.

  “This is really good,” Jerrell said,
taking a tentative sip. “Is there any booze in here?”

  “None,” Shiro said. “All good, healthy stuff.”

  “What is it?”

  “Wedding punch.” Shiro grinned. “My grandma’s recipe.”

  Jerrell’s face registered a ripple of emotions.

  “We’re trying to locate your mom, Shiro. We have sources in Tokyo willing to help us now that they think a police officer has been murdered in the line of duty. Mind if we sit down?”

  “Hey, it’s your home,” Kono said.

  Jerrell beamed. “What do you think of it?”

  I could live here happily fucking Shiro for the rest of my life.

  “It’s amazing,” Kono said.

  “We love it,” Shiro said.

  The we made Kono uncomfortable. Fooling around in private was one thing, alluding to a relationship between them in front of Jerrell was another thing all together.

  “I know I feel safe and it’s very quiet. Kono feels that too, right?” Shiro glanced at him.

  “Right.”

  They sat at the living room table and Jerrell produced a photo lineup that he wanted Shiro to look at.

  “Take your time and tell me if any of these men look familiar to you.”

  “This one.” Shiro picked out Matsumi-san right away.

  “Who is he?” Jerrell asked.

  “His name is Matsumi-san. He’s the man who said he’d bought my mom for sex at the Hotel If. Miki introduced me to him.”

  Jerrell nodded.

  “How did you get his picture?”

  Jerrell glanced at Kono. “Is he familiar to you?”

  Kono shook his head. “Never seen him before.”

  Jerrell’s gaze moved back to Shiro’s troubled one.

  “Do you remember where you met him?”

  “Sure I do. Miki took me to a bar—”

  “You remember the name?”

  “The Cage.”

  “Go on.”

  “Not much really. I bought him the most expensive drinks in the world, then went to find my mother.” Shiro seemed emotional now. “I went to the Hotel If. It’s one of the love hotels they have in Tokyo. I…I don’t know what I expected to find, but…I had to try.”