Friday night. The long and strenuous basketball practice had just ended. It's more vigorous right now, especially when the championship is just around the corner.
Jog for half an hour, sprint for a couple of kilometers and thousands of push-ups.
I know I'm not on the right track to complain. The Shohoku team depends on me. Even Captain Fujima does.
Those people who believe in me are my inspirations, my complete motivations and most of all, my friends who had always been there for me.
I, Hanamichi Sakuragi, a sophomore student in Shohoku High School had everything there is to wish for. High School scholarship, free dormitory lodging, the entire campus' attention and the popularity in the Kanagawa region.
It's all I thought. Life is simple. All you have to do is to wake up each morning with a smile to begin a lovely day, do good on everything you do and you have the world at your feet.
That's so funny, and I didn't realize the stubbornness of my paradigm until this night.
I haven't eaten my dinner yet and I'm exhausted from the day's practice. I hang with my best buddies, the so-called Sakuragi gundan in the night club street in Kanagawa.
Being in a minor age, we have no freedom to see what there is to see and experience the things the adult people could.
My best buddies. They are the most foolish, most ludicrous and most silly beings I've known. It's not like our friday night wouldn't be called a night until we stare at flawless body in skimpy suits.
Hormones. What else? Men are born with it.
I have no idea that the absurdity of my best buddies would bring us all in a world we never dare to visit. The Gay Bar.
None of us is aware. There are three figures that vanished with the light on the center stage. I was so excited for the next turn-on of the lights.
It did and there was a handsome male that walked the aisle of the stage with just his black underwear. My best friends already know where we was and it left them dumbfounded.
Not me. I never thought I could be mesmerized with vanilla white legs that moved in a perfect rhythm as the slow-song did. It was so flawless like a porcelain, the muscled chest was bare and I stared at it. I loved staring at it.
I love athletic body. My frequent basketball practice had given me the body that I want, but I never thought that my pants would tighten right now because of the beautiful body I see in front of me.
The male prostitue swayed his hips to the left and to the right and if I have known better, my eyes followed the movements of that sexy hips. He brought his arms upward and his hands at the back of his head.
Right then, I wanted to touch those muscles, that husky chest and lick my lips to that slender neck of his. He was so comely and he looked at me.
His sapphire eyes locked into my mine and I had a swift taste of paradise. I was beholded to those blue depths. he had an aura that brought me down on my knees.
He was so beautiful.
When the performance ended, people around me applauded. The male prostitute was gone but I still feel my essence stiffening with the thought of him.
Then I wanted to urinate. I went to the restroom and after emptying myself, I thought twice of closing my zipper. Fuck! I need a quick relaxation.
I touched my very esssence, gave it a thorough massage, up and down until I reach my orgasm.
I've never been mesmerized by a male. This one is so different. He has an unknown charisma that caught me to oblivion.
I heard the restroom door opens and I zipped my pants. I glanced towards the door and unexpectedly, I met the eyes of the boy of my latest fantasy.
I didn't know I'm just taller than him for about two centimeters and he looked more captivating in his white polo that hang loosely on his body with the upper three buttons separated.
He has a very milky white hard chest. I was unconsciously drifting back to my fantasy of kissing that chest and snaking my hands to that torso.
I felt a newly-recharged hormone. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak. I wanted to grab him and suck that white skin to my warm cavern. Thankfully, he spoke.
"I'm Kaede Rukawa."
I forgot my name. Shit! What's my name? His porcelain chest had brought me to a sessile state.
"Ha-na-mi-chi."
I was about to say my last name when he came nearer to me and his lips almost touched my left ear.
His scent poisoned me. The warmth of his breathe carressed my delicate ear and I wanted more. His fingers ran on my waist, tickling every muscle there is.
"One-hundred dollars per hour."
Money? That was the last thing I would ask on earth. I'm not born rich but I don't look at money as some kind of a god. I have a normal life and I'm satisfied with it.
"I have no money."
In a hasty movement, he pushed me away from him and gave the coldest stare I ever received.
"Loser."
He went towards the faucet pursuing his real purpose of coming to the rest room. He took some droplets of liquid soap, cleanse his soft hands that once touched my heating body and took a quick look on the mirror. Then he left.
That moment kept on rewinding in my mind during the weekends. Everytime I wake up in the middle of the night after an intimate dream about him, I would witness my cock getting harder and my underwear is wet.
Everytime I imagine his gleaming sapphire eyes, I am enslaved in his hallucinating presence.
As I perch on the bench inside the Shohoku gym's locker room, Monday, I leaned my head backwards at the cold cemented wall. I was too early for the afternoon practice. All day long, as the teacher went on to his and her lectures I feel a pain of pleasure between my thighs.
I opened my pants' zipper and took a soft grip of my craving cock in bare hands. It had never been so solid before. I imagined Kaede Rukawa dancing in front of me and he sits on my stomach. He grinded his cock to my belly and I loved the breath-taking sensation.
"Kaede."
I was unconsious that I had been calling his name.
"Kaede."
In my own world where I am the king, Kaede moved closer to kiss me on the lips. His luscious kissable lips touched my mine. Then those lips travelled down my neck, to my shoulders and then to my chest.
I love it.
"Kaede."
"Are you talking about Kaede Rukawa?" Out of the bloom, someone spoke.
to-be-continued
