True Feelings
Chapter 1: Questions of Soul
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, places, or items in this story, nor do I own Tecmo or Team Ninja. I am simply writing about them.
Last month I got back from a fighting tournament. It was called Dead or Alive 3, the third in its series. I had been in the two ones previous to that and I had made quite a few friends from the competition.
These friends came from all walks of life, ninjas, assassins, high school students; you name it and one of them fights in the tournament. One girl in particular is a friend to me. On the outside we are enemies, but inside we are good friends. Her name is Leifang; she is a full time college student. One night, quite a long time back, I had saved her from a gang of thugs beating her up in a back alley all the way back in our home town of Hong Kong. Since then, she has been named "The Young Genius of Tai Chi Quan." She learned this ancient martial art after the aforementioned incident because she wanted to be able to protect herself and prove she didn't need me to baby sit her. In that short period of time she proved her self to not only me, but the entire martial art and fighting world.
Since then, I have learned that I was in love with her. But, I know I can't admit my love to her right now because we are enemies. At some point in time, I wish to confess my love to her and get married. I couldn't tell anyone this because they just wouldn't understand my complex feeling towards this girl.
"Shit! It's six 'o'clock already! I need to get ready!" I remembered.
Tonight I am going to watch a baseball game with some friends from the tournament. I quickly took off my bowtie from my job as a bouncer. As I unbuttoned my white shirt and black vest I took off my black dress shoes and socks using my feet. One of my best attributes is my ability to multitask. I undid my belt buckle and then unbuttoned and unzipped my dress pants. I stood there, looking in the mirror with only my white jock strap and cup on to cover myself.
"Why don't I have a girlfriend? I'm nice, I'm hot, and I'm smart," I said to myself. "I guess I just need to ask a woman out. Then I can at least imagine a girl that isn't Lei Fang when I…." I dropped off into thought.
Once I convinced myself that asking somebody out was a good idea I took my strap off and threw a pair of blue striped boxers on in its stead. I walked out of my apartment door with blue jeans on and a white tank top on.
Luckily, DOATEC, the owners of the Dead or Alive tournaments, had all competitors move to Japan so they could have competitions at any time. So, now we can get together and watch baseball with our friends from the tournament or whatever we want instead of having to go halfway across the world.
I walked up the stairs to the eighth floor of my apartment complex and rounded the corner to where Zack took residence. He decorated his place with tons of color and textures. He definitely was a kid at heart.
"Knock knock." I said through the door. Zack, wearing a pair of red basketball pants pulled down low enough to see a couple inches of his white boxer shorts, opened the door.
"Hey, Lee! Did you bring the beer?" He asked me. I showed him the six pack of beer in my right hand. He flashed a smile and gave me a quick hug so the entire front half of our bodies were touching for a second. I felt a little aroused by this hug but shook off the feeling in order to say "hello" to my friends.
"You're late," was all Bass told me. We never really got along. He is very liberal and rude, while I seem to be conservative and polite.
"The Tigers are down three to six. It does look like they will make a comeback though, they haven't used Tayake, you see," Hayabusa alerted me of the scores. Despite the fact that he used to be just a ninja, he seemed to know quite a bit about sports and pop culture.
"Welcome," Hayate told me. There always seemed to be some kind of wall or barrier between us. I had no idea how to break it, but I knew that if we could, we would be very good friends. Hayate always seemed to have this aura that sucked you in to be interested in him. He always seemed to be quiet and only saw an occasional word or two to Hayabusa, his best friend.
Near the halfway point of the game, there was a commercial break. The first commercial was for a dating service.
"Hey, Jann Lee, I've got an idea! Why don't you call them?" Zack asked me happily. "They look like they have some pretty good lookin' babes. Probably not very smart, but then again, you only need good sex right?" He smiled. "Oh yeah, work it!" he spoke to himself while humping the air: Seeing that made me hard.
"Yeah, I should call them shouldn't I? I probably won't, but I really should. It might help me finally get laid!" I laughed.
"You're a virgin? Wow! Why? Don't you have girls flock to ya? I'd think you'd be able to get into at least one of their pants for a nice fuckin'."
"Yeah, I am a virgin, come to think of it, I don't know why I haven't done a girl yet," I replied in defense. We all laughed.
"Once you get laid, it helps you out a lot," Bass started. "First, you get experience. Second, you get to say you aren't a virgin. And lastly, you get a lot more material to work with when you're jackin'off!" It felt really weird to have a middle age man talk to you about sex and playing with yourself.
"I guess that makes sense!" I told him. With that, we all chuckled and continued to watch the game. After a while I felt pretty aroused and it almost showed so I left for the bathroom to fix the feeling. "I'll be right back, I have to piss."
I walked to Zack's bathroom and shut and locked the door behind me. His bathroom was the same as the one I had in my apartment, but since this was his house he showed he was a horny teenage boy on the inside. On the wall there was a poster of a nude woman. It was probably a centerfold in one of his magazines. Also, there was a ruler and role of string on the counter along with a box of condoms and lubricants. I guessed the ruler was to measure your dick and the string was there for it too. The condoms and lubricants were obviously there for Zack to use when he had sex and, probably more often, masturbate with.
I unzipped and unbuttoned my pants and pulled my dick out to stroke. I looked around quickly for something to shoot into and once again saw the condoms. I grabbed one, opened it, and slid it easily onto my dick. I felt that my endowment was probably the same size as Zack's. For some reason, that made me hornier than ever. I thought about me getting laid by that woman on the commercial as I stroked away. I suddenly thought of Zack fucking me. I decided I might as well stroke thinking about that and discarded the thought of having sex with the woman from the dating service advertisement. I got to orgasm and remembered the guys in the other room. I stroked quicker, reached the peak of my powerful orgasm and I came. Luckily, my cum stayed in the condom and so I quickly took it off. I pulled up my boxers and jeans with ease and flushed the condom down the toilet as I made myself look presentable to the others. When I washed my hands and the tip of my dick off, I thought of how my orgasm was more powerful and pleasuring than ever when I thought of Zack and me having sex together. I quickly made myself quit worrying about it and decided I would think about it later.
I walked back to the living room and sat down in my spot I sat in earlier. I noticed the clock which told me I was jacking off for a mere seven minutes. I sighed with relief; I thought I took much longer than that.
"You took a little while in there. Did you spy my condoms? Was the babe on TV a good kisser?" Zack asked me about my time in the bathroom. He, like the others, obviously knew I had spent it pleasuring myself.
"Yeah, she did," I laughed. "Sorry, I helped myself to one of your condoms."
"No, It's fine, if someone thinks this apartment is hot enough to take out their dick and make the bald man cry, like me, I am happy," Zack answered. "Not like that though…" he quickly answered the unsaid statement of him getting excited when other men jack off.
The rest of the night we spent watching the game and then Zack shooed us out of his apartment.
"Well, you guys, thanks for coming," He said from while he was ducked behind the counter in the kitchen so we couldn't see him. I assumed he was getting a pot or pan. "I need dinner, as do you four. And Lee, Now it's my turn to pleasure myself with some hardcore porno!" He got up from the floor so we could see from his upper thighs up. He held a DVD with a nude woman and a man with a dick at least twelve inches long sucking on her left nipple on the cover. Zack was standing so we had a side view of him and it was clear that he had a hard on. About eight inches probably. I got a hard on again for some odd reason. We laughed as we left.
"Good luck, Zack." I told him. Don't ruin your sofa!" I laughingly told him before I shut his door. Hayabusa and Hayate parted ways as Hayabusa went to the ninth floor of apartments upstairs with Bass, and Hayate went to the room at the far end of the corridor. I walked down the stairs to my apartment and shut the door.
"Well, that was fun, but embarrassing." I said as I took off my shoes.
Next time on True Feelings:
"True Feelings – Chapter 2: A Revolution of Ideals"
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Author Notes: Yes, I know this is really smutty… and erotic. That was the point. I hope that this will be okay to post here. I also hope you all will like it and welcome the rarity of more yaoi for the DOA fan fiction area. Please RR!
-Naozumi Izumi Chou!