Chapter 4 -

ENORMOUS WARNINGS FOR GRAPHIC SEX IN THIS CHAPTER, IF IT OFFENDS READ NO FURTHER AND SKIP ON TO CHAPTER 5

At 7:00pm the next evening, he eight men were washed and dressed in their civvies as they made their way out of the barracks and towards the small town nearby. It was even more apparent now that Traff and Starsky were almost like twins. They'd both dressed in butter soft, well worn Levi jeans and had added white shirts, opened at the neck to reveal and expanse of furred chest. From a distance they both looked older than their 19 years and both walked with a confident, almost swaggering gait which made their lean, tightly denim clad hips sway alluringly.

The previous evening, while Starsky had taken a shower and turned in for an early night to recover from his drowning experience, the others had got together and had a small collection for him, amassing enough to give the birthday boy a night to remember. Now, as they entered the nightclub, Traff looked around him, appraising the joint to see if it had what he needed.

He walked over to the bar and ordered drinks for the others and had a quiet word with the bartender, who nodded and pointed at a door in the corner of the room. Traff disappeared, emerging five minutes later with a smile on his face. He walked up to the small group of men and pulled Starsky to one side.

'Um, the guys an' me wanted you to have a good night on your birthday so we um….we had a little collection an' your presents waitin' outside that door'.

The brunet had the grace to blush and mumbled some words of thanks as the rest of the men grinned, adding a few choice comments as they pushed him towards the door. He opened it and Traff pushed him through, closing out the noise of the bar.

In the dark corridor behind the bar, a young oriental girl stood waiting, a welcoming smile on her face.

'Well hello there. I'm your birthday present' she said in a soft sultry voice.

'Um….hi' the young man said, lost for words. He fidgeted, not really knowing how to proceed. But the girl beckoned him and set off up the steps at the end of the corridor. Starsky followed the woman back to her room, a mixture of excitement and apprehension flooding though his veins. Oh my God. His friends had assured him a good time, but this! He was at a loss. A prostitute? Shit, he'd never been in this position before, although he'd often fantasised when he was alone in his bed. But what was he supposed to do? Did he tell her that he'd never really been with a woman before? Oh sure, there had been the odd dalliance with girls behind the bike shed. And there had been that one time at Pete's party with his sister. But that had been more about her seducing him rather than the other way around. And at the end, the 14 year old Starsky just couldn't control himself, the whole event taking less than five minutes.

But this woman was different. She must have had countless men in her time. And that was the operative word. Men. Despite what he thought of himself and the years that his dark hair and muscles leant to his appearance, Starsky was not exactly a man. He snorted to himself.

What the hell are you doing Davey boy? What of she laughs at ya? What if….Oh my God. What if ya can't get it up? Shit!

Starsky walked into the room and looked around. It was unlike anything he'd anticipated. Having watched black and white films where the man always took the woman to some seedy motel room, he'd expected something similar with grimy walls and a threadbare rug. In actual fact, Yokino's room was small and well decorated, close carpeted and smelled of jasmine and lilies. There was a large bed against one wall, covered by a faux fur throw and piled high with white pillows edged in lace. The room was lit softly by a lamp on the night stand, the shade a deep crimson which leant a soft pink light to the surroundings. This was the most feminine room the brunet had ever been in. And it exuded sex.

Yokino turned and appraised her new client. Starsky appraised the woman. She wasn't what he thought a prostitute should be either. She had a kind, sweet face decorated with just a hint of make up and her slim frame rippled beneath a silk kimono decorated with chrysanthemums. Her long black hair hung down her back and was cut in a short fringe at the front. It was difficult to put an age to her, but Starsky decided she couldn't be more than 25. She smiled at him.

'Your friends must think a lot of you, I don't come cheap' she said in a heavily accented voice.

'Yeah, um…we…erm…' for once, the brunet was lost for words and he looked at his feet, his self confidence having been left outside the room.

Yokino took hold of his chin and pulled him to her as she planted a delicate kiss on his lips. 'Would you like to make yourself more comfortable?'

Starsky nodded and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, his hands shaking a little in anticipation. Softly the woman drew his hands away and started to unbutton the buttons herself, kissing each portion of Starsky's chest as it revealed itself. He sighed against her. She pulled the shirt from the brunet's waistband and continued her work until the shirt was open down the front and she pushed it over his shoulders so that it fell to the floor behind him. Without thinking, Starsky laced his hands into her hair and pulled her to him so that he could kiss her deeply. She responded, moaning into his mouth as his tongue started to explore, shyly at first and then with more passion he pressed the centre of his body against her.

He felt her hands on his waistband now and realised that he needn't have worried about achieving an erection. Now his only worry was maintaining it for any length of time as her hands worked their way into his tight pants. He shuddered beneath her grasp and moaned and she looked up into his face, uncertain. She read apprehension and stopped her exploration for a moment.

'Is this your first time?' she asked gently with no hint of recrimination in her voice.

'No!...no its…erm….well it the first time erm…..properly' he finished in a strangled whisper, blushing furiously.

She pushed him away gently. 'You should have said. It's so long since I had the chance to educate'. She took his hand and walked with him to the bed. Putting her hands on his bare shoulders she pushed him down so that he was sitting on the edge of the mattress. She knelt on the floor between his knees and looked up into his face, seeing the uncertainty which tempted her.

'Do you want to learn, or do you want something else?' she asked.

He swallowed. 'Learn?'

'About just how good this can be. The pleasure you can give and receive with a little practice' she said softly as she unbuttoned his flies and his cock sprung free.

'I erm….I hadn't really…..oh shit' he gasped as her lips closed around his dick in a practiced embrace.

Yokino worked her lips around his manhood, surprised at just how big this boy was. His essence filled her and she set to work in earnest, licking, sucking and flicking her tongue around the tip. He moaned again, his head thrown back as she pushed softly into the small entrance and tasted his excitement.

He'd always taken the lead; he'd always been the one to call the shots and set the pace which was usually frantic, his climax coming in minutes. And he'd never really worried about how the girl felt. It was his pleasure at stake wasn't it? But now, he felt himself a bigger part of the proceedings. As though he was a participant in the most important thing in the world and the world revolved around this room, this woman and what she was doing to his body. She played him like a violin, bringing him to the very edge of his control before backing off and allowing him some time to come down before the next assault on the centre of his body. He'd never felt this way before, his heart hammering in his balls, the fullness and heaviness almost intolerable in their exquisite torture. He balled his hands into the fur throw and threw his head back again, calling her name as she brought him almost to climax again with her talented mouth. She gently took his balls in her hand, stroking the smooth skin and gently massaging the tender contents of the sac as he ground his hips forward, seeking more and more pleasure. Feeling the cock in her mouth harden to the consistency of purple marble, she raised her head and looked down the length of his sweating body.

'Not yet, my love' she whispered.

Panther like, she crawled up the length of his body until she was leant over his raptured face.

'Oh my God you're fantastic' he gasped as she leaned over him and planted a kiss on the sweat beaded forehead.

She giggled. 'The night is young. We've only just begun and soon you'll be begging me'. She rolled over onto her back and pulled him on top of her, his jeans puddling around his ankles as she opened the front of her kimono. He kicked his ankles free of the material and knelt above her. Starsky hitched a breath as he saw her perfect pale skin in the warm pink light of the bedroom. He dipped his head and kissed the hollow of her neck below her throat, licking a wet line down between her breasts as she sighed beneath him.

He'd never worshipped a woman's body before, always being in too much of a hurry for his own gratification, but now he found pleasure n the little gasps he heard her making. He discovered how his kiss could make her sigh; how his tongue rimming her navel could make her arch her back and how she gasped when he took each pink rosebud nipple in his mouth and alternately sucked and gently bit down. And the more noises she made, the more aroused he remained. He needed no instruction, seeming to know intuitively what she needed and what would give her the most pleasure.

Ducking down further, he was amazed to find that unlike the girls he'd had in school, this woman was very carefully trimmed between her legs and he ran his tongue over the pink bare skin as she shivered below him. Running his tongue lower, he dipped into her secret places and she hummed, groaning and wrapping her fingers into his short curls as she ground his tongue into herself. Starsky lapped at her moisture, sucking on her clit as she whimpered, her body shuddering as she arched her back and thrust herself towards him.

He paused and looked up at her.

'Don't stop' she said breathlessly. 'Please don't stop'.

'I thought it was me supposed to be begging you' he grinned wolfishly. He'd never considered that giving sex could be so fulfilling, but he found himself longing to have her plead with him to take her.

Starsky went back to his task, licking and sucking until Yokino was shivering and shouting his name out into the room, her voice raw with emotion. He put one hand on her stomach, the other hand insinuating a finger into her. She moaned and ground her hips against him until he added a second and then a third, filling her so that she moaned again. He moved his fingers inside her, experimenting and as they touched that most sensitive G spot she shouted out, her voice rough with emotion. Tenderly, Starsky worked her body some more, his own needs temporarily forgotten, although his cock stuck out thick and long between them.

Finally he knelt above her, his dick springing to attention again as he prepared himself. He smiled at her and she nodded. Slowly he dipped his body down to hers and felt the head of his cock nudge at her entrance. He almost came there and then but with a superhuman effort, he summoned all his self control and pushed steadily inside her, feeling her body close around him in a moist warm embrace. He sighed as he felt himself seat fully inside her. He was bigger than average and he'd never had a woman who could accommodate all of him before. Even though he wanted to enjoy himself, he'd still always been considerate enough to not hurt his girls and consequently he'd never really let himself go.

But now, with Yokino, he realised she could take his whole length and for a moment he relished the feeling of being fully inside a woman. Yokino seemed to be holding her breath and very slowly Starsky started to withdraw almost his whole length before pushing back inside again. His pace picked up as the woman arched her back and pushed up to meet his thrusts until he was slamming into her with reckless abandon, his balls slapping against her body, his whole world now centred on the pleasure from his cock. Amazingly he lasted for almost four minutes before finally he felt his balls tighten and his cock shuddered as he shot his load deep inside her. But even then, he didn't stop, instead slowing his pace down gradually until he felt her own climax and then her body relaxed beneath him.

He lowered himself down until he lay at the side of the breathless woman and rested his head on her shoulder as she ran her fingers through his hair. They kissed, Yokino stroking the hairs on his chest and further down his body until he felt himself growing hard again. Four times during the night they took pleasure in each others bodies until they had no energy left; nothing further to learn. And together they fell into a satisfied sleep.

Hours later, Starsky awoke to find himself alone. He looked around and saw Yokino once again dressed in her kimono.

'I was going to wake you' she said. 'You have to be dressed and back at the base in an hour'.

'Uh huh. We're shipping out today' the brunet said, his voice still thick with sleep. He shuffled off the bed and started to get dressed. He smiled at the woman and kissed her once more before he went to the door.

'Thanks' he said simply.

She put her arms around his waist and held him tight. 'Be careful' she whispered and he felt her push something into his pocket. He looked questioningly at her and took the wadded up money from his pocket.

'Happy birthday' she said. 'I enjoyed it as much as you did'.