Tomoki didn't have a plan for today. No destination in mind, no route to take, and no road to follow. We're just driving down empty streets and stopping wherever we think would be an interesting place to spend time.
Our first stop happens to be the park we used to spend our childhood days. When we would watch the clouds, have picnics, and play soccer. It was simpler back then but I don't think I'd want to go back. Not when we're here now, carving a Love-Love Umbrella with our names on the trunk of the pine tree we used to sit under. It's a bit cliché but looking at it makes me feel warm inside.
After pretending to be little kids again on the swing set, we head to a few clothing stores. It's not like either of us needs new clothes but whenever we see something we like, we try it on. And since we're approximately the same size, we sometimes try the same thing on.
I sneak up on Tomoki while he's checking out a baseball T-shirt with a sleeping polar and grizzly bear in the center. "It looks cute on you," I say, holding him from behind.
"It's a little big though," he chuckles.
I bury my head into his neck. "That's part of what makes it cute."
The dressing room is empty and unlike the past three stores we went into, these chambers actually have doors. So without really thinking about it, I lead him inside one of them. There's no resistance from him and I realize why once we've locked the door behind us and he turns around to press his mouth against mine.
Even in the midst of our passionate yet furious make out session, we're still careful when we remove the shirt he's wearing though not so much when tossing it aside. But once Tomoki is shirtless, I allow my hands to reacquaint themselves with his body. His soft but strong shoulders, smallish pecs, smooth stomach, but the most fun part to play with are his nipples which are already getting hard from all my caressing.
"Shinya," Tomoki huffs, trying his hardest not to let out a moan. "If you're going to lick there…"
I suckle his nipples a bit as he covers his mouth with his hand to keep from making too much noise. I'm not going to make it very easy for him. My hands have already moved on to unbuckling his pants and stroking his erection which is already leaking pre onto the waistband of his boxer briefs.
Neither one of us are exhibitionists though I will admit to having had sex in many public places. Even so, the idea of getting caught in here excites me and I know that Tomoki feels the same because he's harder than ever. The idea that someone could walk in and see the erotic yet adorable face that he makes as I go down to suck his cock makes me feel hornier than ever too. His fingers are in my hair as I sloppily wet his member.
"Do you want to top?" I ask.
He takes a second to think about it before turning around, pressing his palms into the wall, and showing me his beautiful round ass. "I'll be the bottom this time. Mostly because I really want you to fuck me right now."
That's enough to put me into overdrive. My pants were getting tight anyway so I let them drop to my ankles. Before putting it in though, I start licking Tomoki's hole, sending shivers through his body. I tell him to relax which he always manages to forget to do when he bottoms but when I remind him and he does so, he becomes a lot looser.
"Give me a sec," I say.
I pull away from him but to keep his ass occupied, I stuff my left middle finger inside and massage his prostate. My free hand reaches for my wallet in my pocket which has the 'just-in-case' condom tucked inside. After rolling it on, I stand up from my kneeling position and press up against Tomoki, ever so slowly slipping my dick inside of him.
"You okay?" I whisper into his ear.
I can feel him shaking a bit. "Yeah, just go slow," Tomoki answers. "It's been a while."
I nod as I slowly slide in and out of his hole. As always, he's tight and it feels like his asshole is wrapping around my dick. It's warm, soft, and feels downright incredible. Every time I thrust into him, he bites down on my sleeve, since it's the closest inanimate object to his mouth, to keep from moaning too loud. At some point, I turn his head so I can slip my tongue between his teeth before continuing to hump him.
"God, you feel amazing," I breathe.
"Shinya," Tomoki quietly moans. "I'm going to cum."
I hadn't even realized that I started going faster and deeper into him, my hips just started to move on their own. Not to mention, it was like he had just sucked me in. Either way, I could feel that I was getting close too so I wrapped my hands around his cock and rubbed the bulbous tip. There was so much pre just leaking out. Good thing none of it dripped onto the floor.
"I'm about to blow too," I say. "Together?"
He kisses me again. "Please."
We climax at around the same time. My hands are covered in his semen which I lick off my fingers. Tomoki takes my left wrist and sucks on my index finger, making me wish we could go again. But I know we've been in here for way too long.
"How's it taste?" I ask, pulling myself out while I'm at it.
"A little bitter, actually," he replies. "I think I prefer yours."
We almost start laughing when a sales lady gently knocks on the door. We freeze up and look to each other nervously, hoping and praying that we hadn't made too many explicit sounds. I mean, there's a door but the top is still exposed. Someone can just peek over and see us naked and sweaty.
"Sirs, is everything alright?" she questions through the door. "You've been in there for a long time."
"Sorry," Tomoki responds. "My zipper got stuck so my friend's just helping me out. We'll be out in a few moments."
We quickly clean things up so the next ones to use this room doesn't find our bodily fluids anywhere. Tomoki also decides to buy the shirt on our way out. The sales representatives give us some odd looks. Probably because we were in there for so long and because of how sweaty we were. Hopefully they don't suspect us of doing something totally inappropriate in there.
Once we're inside the car and out of view of the workers, we start laughing. It's hard to stop and it makes our stomachs hurt. After our fit is over, we kiss each other again. Anyone can look into the window and see us but it doesn't matter.
"Now where do you want to go?" Tomoki asks.
I intertwine his fingers in mine. "Anywhere is wonderful so long as I'm with you."
We decide to stop for lunch at a place called the Olive Tavern. Seated at the bar, I get the barbecue ribs with fries while Tomoki orders the Hamburg steak. The food gets here while we're reminiscing about the past. Mostly we talk about the theme park, Capypa Land, which we had gone to with a couple of classmates a few years ago. I had to pry him off of a lamppost to get him onto the boat ride.
"Well, the last one I was on, I threw up," Tomoki defends himself.
"You were eight," I shoot back with a laugh. "And Takuya said you guys didn't even have seats."
He pouts, looking really cute. "It was a very traumatic experience for me."
Our next stop on this destination-less adventure takes us to a movie theater. Even though it's been out for about a week and a half, we hadn't seen the live-action Assassination Classroom movie. We heard from a few friends that it was really good despite straying off from the canon material. Then again, that's not exactly a bad thing since there is an anime for it already. So long as the characters stay true to Yuusei Matsui's vision.
Oh, and we actually do pay attention to the film. We're not going to buy two tickets and a bunch of snacks just to give each other blowjobs in the back row or something. Though I won't lie, it's always been something I wanted to do. Maybe one day.
Tomoki take a handful of popcorn from our comically large bucket. "Takaoka is the worst teacher alive."
For a second, my brain goes back to that lecherous teacher from Hana's bar. But we agreed not to think about anything from those days. Not yet. Today is about us having fun. So I take a deep breath before saying, "I can think of someone worse."
"Joudai-sensei from tenth grade?" Tomoki grins.
"Ugh," I groan. "She was awful. I hated her."
"I'm sure she loathed you too," he says.
I lay my head down on his shoulder and he pulls me in close. We still smell a little ripe from our raunchy sex session but I kind of like it. Mostly because half of it is Tomoki's scent. I'm really glad that we were able to do this. I know tomorrow, things won't be as smooth, but at the very least, I have today. And I have Tomoki.
After the movie is over, we find ourselves driving towards Shinjuku Ni-chome. Not exactly a place I wanted to be at so soon after the incident but Tomoki says he wants to check it out since he's never actually been here before. Besides, it could be fun.
"They have a bookstore?" Tomoki blinks.
I nod and lead him inside. "They've got translated works of LGBT stories from all over the world. Not to mention a shit ton of erotic gay manga. Maybe you'll find something you'll like."
We make our way to the manga section where we bump into two certain high schoolers, both friends of mine. One is Yuuya, who once had to shave his head after coming out to his asshole of a father. It was to cover up the fact that his dad tore out shreds of his own son's hair in rage. Currently, he's living with his sister, Chiaki. The other guy is Nana, after his coming out, he was kicked out of his house and forced to live on the streets. He managed by becoming a self-employed prostitute though now he's living with his thirty-something year old lover. So I can't say my own coming out was bad.
"Shinya!" Nana says when he sees us. "Great timing! Can you buy this R18 manga for me?"
Tomoki plucks the shrink-wrapped book out his hands. "If it's for eighteen and up, should you really be buying it?"
"But that's only a few months away," Nana scoffs, taking it back. "Besides, I've been reading this kind of stuff since I was thirteen. Almost everyone I know has."
The book is titled Age Gaps Make No Difference which is a compilation of works from different kemono artists between two lovers that obviously have a large age difference. Many of the younger ones are often the bottoms and I'm pretty sure some of the relationships are extremely illicit (like between a student and an adult). I wonder if Nana is getting it because his boyfriend is worried about their own age gap.
"Sure," I shrug. "But I didn't know you were into kemono material."
"Kemono?" Tomoki questions. "As in beasts? They sell furry manga here?"
Yuuya holds up a rather colorful book with a muscular black panther man and fox boy on the cover. The title is Brothers in Arms by Maririn and it's one of the few titles that's fully in color. "Some of them, like this one, have much more meaningful stories than regular gay manga. Tagame Gengoroh, Jiraiya, Mizuki Gai, and so many others are great erotic artists but too much of it is borderline rape. Plus the body types are huge. You should try this one, it's got great art, excellent pornography, and a great story."
"I'd also recommend KENN's works," Nana winks.
"There's a translated work called Little Buddy around here," Yuuya adds. "Though I can't remember the author. Not exactly a love story, but super cute and great art."
We ended up purchasing everything they recommended. I mean, there's nothing wrong with trying something new once in a while. After we leave the store though, we head to Barazoku Bar so Tomoki can see his first ever drag show. Yuuya and Nana also tag along to keep us company. The more the gayer. Yes, that is what I meant to say.
"You're Shinya's boyfriend?" Hana coos when she sees Tomoki. "Darling, you snagged yourself a cutie!"
Tomoki blushes but he thanks her for the compliment. "You're pretty cute too."
"Really, you think so?" Hana gushes. He flicks his hair out of his face with an extra dramatic flair. "Because I just got my roots done."
Nana rolls his eyes. "Hana, you're wearing a wig."
The drag queen narrows his eyes on the teenager but I don't want any negative energy for today. Thankfully, the show starts and though I can't tell, I think Tomoki had a lot of fun. I also took him to a few other places around the gayborhood that I thought he'd might enjoy. Strippers were not one of them.
Finally, our day comes to an end, right back to our front door. Both of us are reluctant to go inside. That's no surprise. But we enter our apartment and immediately, the first thing Tomoki does, is go over to the fridge.
"I want to try it," he says.
"Try what?" I walk over to his side and look inside to see that the food I made from two nights ago is still in there. "Oh. Are you sure? I can make more if..."
Tomoki shakes his head. "This was the food Shinya made for me. I don't want it to go to waste. Besides, we'd need to go shopping and all the stores are closed by now."
I don't want this day to end on a bad note. What if the food doesn't taste as good after it's microwaved? What if my cooking isn't as good as Izumi thought it was? What if it doesn't even suit Tomoki's tastes? But I don't say any of these things as he heats them up and I set the table for two.
We sit down across from each other but I can't even pick up my fork. I just nervously watch my lover as he thanks me for the food and then chows down. It takes an eternity for him to finish chewing that first bite of spaghetti and swallow. Once he does, he looks up at me with a big smile.
"It's delicious!" he tells me.
I don't think he knows how much I wanted to hear those words. "Well, I worked really hard on it."
"I can tell," he chuckles. "And I'm sorry… For choosing work over you."
"Don't be." I take his hand in mine. "I want you to continue chasing your dreams even if it means we'll spend less time together. I'd rather spend five minutes a day with you, than even one day apart. I am seriously in love with you, Tomoki."
There's a pause, but then he brings my hand to his mouth and plants a kiss on the back of it. "I'm completely in love with you too, Shinya."
It's been the perfect day and only one thing can possibly make it better. After we're finished eating, cleaning up, and watching the last episode of Durarara!'s first cour (by the way, I like Izaya but he totally had it coming), I take Tomoki to our room where I occupy his lips and hands and everything in between.
"I want to be the bottom this time," I tell him. "It's not fair that you always get to be."
Tomoki flicks my forehead. "Then get off and let me on top." Lightly, he pushes against my chest until I'm on my back and he has his hands under my shirt. "Tonight, let's just keep going for as long as we want. There's no rush."
We both strip off our clothes and once he's got my jeans off, he spreads my legs and lifts me up to lick my asshole. His soft lips and tongue rubbing up against that area feels unbelievable. I think his rimjobs have gotten even better than his blowjobs.
After Tomoki's made me wet enough, he rolls on a condom and climbs on top of me so we can kiss each other's bodies while he penetrates me. We can be as loud as we want, take as long as we want, and be as passionate as we want. There's nothing stopping us and I cannot express how happy that makes me.
But what fills me with the greatest joy is simply being with Tomoki. That's all I really need.
