Eraserhead
That's Shinsou Hitoshi's favorite band. Their music is a perfect mixture of Indie, old 80's Rock and screamo.
Hitoshi knows all of their albums, knows every lyric to every song and of course he knows everything about their frontman and singer Aizawa Shouta.
He is 27, which makes him 9 years older than Hitoshi, his Birthday is on the 8th of November, his blood type is B, his height is 6 '0 foot and he was born in Tokyo.
Of course Hitoshi knows much, much more than that, but he didn't want to seem like an obsessed creep. He is just a big fan of the tall man with the raven black hair, dark obsidian eyes and the same eye bags under his tired looking eyes as he himself.
Hitoshi relates to him on many levels and just feels drawn to him, like a long lost soulmate.
He listens to his dark, husky voice when he is sad, when the depression hits him hard and he doesn't know what to do. When the darkness inside of him gets too heavy to carry any longer, the weight on his shoulders dragging him down and threatens to eat him alive. When he feels lonely, because he has no one around him, no one to turn to when everything becomes too much.
Aizawa Shouta comforts him and makes everything bearable. He is the reason why Hitoshi is still here today. Because his biggest dream is to meet his savior, his God, in person. He wants to thank him for everything he has done for him, without him even knowing.
One night Hitoshi sits alone in a restaurant in Shibuya and scrolls idly through his phone, checking social media even If he has no one to share anything with.
"Good evening Sir, where do you want to sit?" A waiter asks behind him.
"If anything in the back is free that would be great." Hitoshi's head shot up and he almost threw his phone off the table. He knew this voice. He would know it in death and on the other side of the earth, in any possible language and even when he fell deaf. This voice was everything he ever listened to, this voice was his life.
Hitoshi whipped his head around and looked where the man the voice belonged to was and where the waiter led him.
Yes, the shaggy black hair and the tall, lean frame. This was him. Eraserheads lead singer. Aizawa Shouta.
Fuck, heat flooded through his whole body and he started to sweat. That was the moment he always dreamt of. He could meet his Idol now, the person he looked more up to than everyone else. The man he owed his life.
What should he do? He never thought it would become reality. He wasn't prepared for this. He wiped the sweaty palms of his hands on his black jeans and clawed his purple painted fingernails into his thighs.
This was so scary and exciting at the same time. Hitoshi had no Idea how much time went by, how long he sat there on his table, stared blankly out of the window and thought about what he could do, imagined scenarios where he totally embarrassed himself, peed his pants or lost his ability to speak.
But then, he stood up and looked for the man. He couldn't let this chance pass by. He needed to see him or he would regret it his whole life.
He pushed his phone back into his pants, threw some bills onto his table and went to the back of the restaurant.
It didn't take long until he found him. This man had a very special aura to him, it turned the whole space around him in a different reality. At least it was like this for Hitoshi.
The lanky, skinny teen with the wild purple hair and big lilac eyes did a few hesitant steps towards his Idol, not wanting to come off as a rude and demanding fan. Hitoshi knew Aizawa hated this. This man cared deeply about respect and mannerism, especially in public.
Hitoshi didn't know how to act and where to look. He had no Idea what to say without doing something wrong and making his Idol, his Hero, not want to meet him.
So he just stood there, a few steps away from the table where Aizawa sat and ate his dinner, his palms completely drenched in sweat again and his heart beating out of his chest.
"Hey, kid. What are you standing there for ?" The voice he knew so well asked, his tone a bit annoyed but curious at the same time.
Did he mean him? Did Aizawa speak to him? Hitoshi raised his eyes and looked over to where he knew Shouta sat. And he was looking back at him. His black, obsidian eyes pierced directly through Hitoshi's tired lavender fields.
Yes, he meant him. He was speaking with him. Fuck, now he needed to say something.
"Uh… I… I'm sorry."
Hitoshi squeaked and bowed down deeply in front of Aizawa. Politeness. Respect. That's what Aizawa cares about. It's the least Hitoshi could do for him If he bothered him while he just wanted to enjoy his dinner.
He could hear a soft chuckle from the dark haired man in front of him. It was the most beautiful sound Hitoshi had ever heard.
"You are sorry? For what?" Aizawa teased him and Hitoshi felt his heart flutter. Until now Hitoshi didn't seem to have angered the older one.
The purple haired boy raised his upper Body again and looked briefly at Aizawa, before lowering his eyes again.
"For… for bothering you… I.. I'm just a big fan of yours a-and your band.." Hitoshi stuttered, feeling like a complete Idiot but he was so nervous, he couldn't control his voice right.
The dark haired singer drove a hand through his shaggy raven hair and smirked. "Is that so? Then you know who I am. May I know who you are, so we are on an even terms?"
Hitoshi gulped and his heart raced even faster. He had asked for his name, he wanted to know who he was.. He, Aizawa Shouta wanted to know Hitoshis name… He had never imagined he would be interested in that.
"I.. my name is Sh-Shinsou Hitoshi.." Hitoshi answered, his voice not much more than a hoarse whisper.
Aizawa had a small smile on his face as listened amused to the nervous kid in front of his table. He had met his fair share of fans already, but the fewest were such a nerve wreck as the scrawny, purple haired kid in front of him was. But they were Aizawa's favorites. He enjoyed their lack of words and stuttering voices. It was endearing and gave him a feeling of superiority.
Other than the two of them, no one was in the back of the Restaurant. It was kind of a secluded Area where only very few guests sat, most of them were in the front by the windows to look outside and watch the people pass by. Like Hitoshi himself earlier.
"Shinsou Hitoshi, such a unique name. But I like the sound of it. And what do you want from me, Shinsou Hitoshi?"
Aizawa watched the Boy in front of him shudder as he spoke his name and his eyes lit up. Yes, this kid totally fell for him.
He was cute, Aizawa had to admit. The wild, untamed purple hair that reminded him of lavender fields, his matching, big lilac eyes and light, soft looking skin. He was slender with skinny legs and a tiny waist. He was definitely younger than him, but old enough to dirty stuff with. Just his type.
How exciting. Aizawa was free for the rest of the night, no more meetings with managers or labels or band stuff. He had wanted to get drunk and then hopefully sleep through the night, but this kid might change his plans.
Hitoshi opened his mouth and closed it directly again, like a fish. When he opened it again, a small whimper escaped his lips. "I… I wanted to ask for a picture. Or autograph. Or whatever you are willing to give me, S-Sir." Hitoshi bowed again, maybe it would help convince the Singer to give Hiroshi what he wanted. He would die to get anything from this man. Something he could look at If he felt sad or hopeless again. Something that would help him remember the best day of his Life where he had met Shouta Aizawa.
Aizawa laid his head to the side like was thinking about it. He drove his fingers through his hair again and sighed. He took a few moments to consider the Boy's request. The longest moments of Hitoshi's life.
"What are you willing to do for it? Here I thought I could just enjoy a meal in peace and quiet and then a fan shows up again. It's really annoying to be a celebrity sometimes. I want something in return, I'm not a robot, you know? I'm a human being just like you. I'm not here for your entertainment 24/7. So, what are you willing to do for it?"
Aizawa poses his provoking question and looks at the shy, intimidated Boy expectantly. Now it would show just how big of a fan the Boy is. How desperate he is to get something from his Idol.
Aizawa tested him here, he knew exactly what he was doing. It would determine how his evening would look like.
"I will do everything!" Hitoshi almost yelled out, and as he noticed how loud his voice was and how immediate his answer came, he was ashamed of himself and lowered his head again.
Yes, he was totally desperate for him. Bingo.
Aizawa chuckled and couldn't suppress a smug smile. He had never seen a Boy this eager for him. But he liked it. He liked it very much.
"I.. I mean… what would you like me to do?" He quickly said afterwards, with a more quiet voice, slowly lifting his head again.
"Hitoshi, I live three minutes away from here. Are you willing to come home with me?" The older, dark haired man asked.
Hitoshi was close to fainting when he heard what Aizawa offered him. Go Home with him? Aizawa invited him into his home? Him, the lowest and most unimportant being there was.
He wasn't worthy of something like this. But he couldn't deny Aizawa either. He had asked first if would give him a picture or an autograph. So it was on Hitoshi to fulfill Aizawas request. He said he would do everything.
"Y-yeah. If that's what you want." Hitoshi nodded and agreed.
"Yes, that's what I want. We can talk more freely there. Then come, I'm finished with my dinner anyways."
Aizawa stood up from his chair and threw a few bills on the table, like Hitoshi had done earlier. The younger, purple haired Boy hurried after the taller, dark haired man and followed him home. It really wasn't far, only two blocks away from the restaurant.
The Leader and frontman of the band lived in a loft in a tall skyscraper with high security surveillance.
Hitoshi had never seen such a building from the inside and was overwhelmed by all the tall, broad men with guns on their hips and Headsets on their ears. It was like a safe space for everyone who didn't want to be disturbed by weird, obsessed fans stalking them.
Arriving at Aizawa's loft, as soon as the door closed behind them, Aizawa pushed the Teen against the nearest wall and leaned down to him. "You are a polite fan and tell nobody my address, hm? Even If there is so much security, I really don't want to have a crowd standing in front of my home and pictures and videos of it leaked on the Internet."
Hitoshi whimpered, his knees getting weak the second his Idol came so close to him, feeling the heat of his Body and his face only inches away from his own. He had never dreamt of coming so close to Aizawa, it was exhilarating, but at the same time scary and intimidating. But Hitoshi didn't want to let his fear steal away this moment from him. He would enjoy this. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity to get to know him better.
"N-no, of c-course not. I swear I won't tell." Hitoshi promised Aizawa and he meant it. He would never do something to harm Aizawa.
"Good Boy." Aizawa rasped against his ear and Hitoshi felt his dick twitch in his pants at those two words. He had never been told something like this before. He had never been praised. And hearing it from Aizawa, with this deep, rich voice, made his cock hard his knees buckle again.
Hitoshi felt his face blush and hoped Aizawa wouldn't notice how his Body reacted to him. Neither the blush nor the bulge in his pants.
"Say, how much of a fan are you, Hitoshi?" Aizawa asked and brushed his lips over his smooth temple, with one of his hands he grabbed Hitoshis jaw and forced his chin up.
Hitoshi gasped at the sudden closeness, he could feel Aizawa's beard stubble rubbing against his temple. His hand was warm on his jaw, but his grip was tight.
The boy's cock twitched again, making Hitoshi panic because Aizawa was so close, he shouldn't think he was a pervert or a weirdo. What if he sent him home because of this ?
"I'm a big fan. I can list all Albums with all Songs by date and where the first concert of every tourtournee was, because I was there. I saw and read every Interview you ever gave and memorized every personal stuff you said. Even If it's not much because you like to keep private. I know for example that you like cats and that respect and politeness are very important to you."
Hitoshi listed and he could have said so much more, but he didn't want to make a fool of himself. But he seemed to have said the right things because Aizawa pulled his head back so they could look each other in the eyes and smiled down at him. With his big hand still on Hitoshis jaw, the Boy had no other chance than to obey.
"So a pretty big fan, huh. Impressive. Looks like this is your lucky day then. Good for you that I have a very special gift for such supportive fans as you are. Wanna know what that is?"
A playful smirk appeared on Aizawas lips and his obsidian eyes glistened in anticipation. Hitoshi's breath hitched and his hard dick pulsed again. A special gift. What could that be?
Aizawa took his head away from his jaw and let it wander down the teens Body. His throat, his clavicles, his light black V-Neck T-Shirt because it was summer and warm outside even at night, and finally, his pants. The Boy gasped as soon as Aizawas hand touched his body like this. A shudder ran down his spine and he instantly got goosebumps everywhere. He really touched him. This had to be a dream. There was just no way this actually happened to him. But then, Aizawa's hand finds his bulge and he cups it with his whole hand, pushing against it.
Hitoshi whined and squeezed his eyes shut, lifting a hand and covering his face with his forearm. Fuck, how embarrassing, he actually noticed it. Now everything is over! He would throw him out.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I…ah.. I couldn't do anything about it, I…"
Hitoshi begged, hoping he maybe could keep Aizawa from being disgusted by him. But Aizawa just continued to fondle it, groping his crotch and feeling his hard cock through the fabric.
"Wow, I didn't know you were such a little pervert. Getting turned on just by being close to me. Very eager for me, are you? I bet you masturbate at home by thinking about me and looking at my pictures, huh? Fantasizing about me, how we are doing it. You are that kind of fan."
Hitoshi moaned as Aizawa stroked up and down his shaft, pinching his cock between thumb and Index finger and clawing at his balls. He took Hitoshis forearm away from his face with his other hands and forced the Boy to look at him again. Aizawa leaned against the wall above him and Hitoshi had to strain his neck to keep eye contact. The Boy swallowed around the lump in his throat as he stared into those dangerous eyes, now the slightly darker pupils blown wide with lust.
He made the most obscene noises but he couldn't do anything about it. It felt just too good. Aizawa knew exactly what to do to pull the most embarrassing sounds out of him.
"No, no. I would never do such a thing. That's completely Immoral. I would never disrespect you in such a dirty way." Hitoshi whined and tried to shake his head in Aizawa's tight grip.
The older man chuckled. "I don't know If I should believe you. You Body looks very slutty to me. But you didn't answer my question. Do you want my special gift for my most dedicated fans?"
After another pinch of his fingers, he let go of Hitoshi's crotch and expected an answer. Hitoshis pants were soaked in precum by now and he was sure he could cum with just one more good stroke of his cock. He didn't know if it was good or bad that Aizawa had stopped now.
"Y-yes. Yes, please. I want that gift." Hitoshi pleaded, curious what Aizawa would give him. He would take anything, no matter what. He just wanted something to hold on to and remember how much luck he had today. That not all days were bad.
"Then get down on your knees, Boy." Aizawa ordered, took his hand away from Hitoshis face and did a step back to give him enough space.
The purple haired teen looked at Aizawa in confusion but after another second, he did what the man asked him for. Hitoshi lowered himself down onto his knees before the man he adored and looked back up to him in question for what happened next.
"You look very pretty down on your knees for me, kid. And now get down another level and kiss my boots. I think after I rubbed your little cock for you, I deserve some attention too."
Hitoshis jaw dropped at this demand, but unfortunately his cock throbbed in his pants and found somehow exactly that demand very interesting. His heart raced in his chest, but he lowered his upper Body to do what was asked of him.
"Good Boy. Just do it. This is step one to receive that gift. As I told you, I want to have something out of this too. So come on, show me that you deserve it. Prove to me how much you adore me."
Hitoshi nodded obediently and pressed his mouth to Aizawa's black leather combat boots. Hitoshi knew these boots, Aizawa wore them nearly all the time. He loved them, they were a gift from his best friend and band member Hizashi Yamada who played the bass in Eraserhead. He had spoken in one of the Interviews about them.
And now Hitoshi pressed his lips to them. How funny fate works sometimes.
Hitoshi kissed the well worn and soft leather of the left boot, and then switched to the right one. He heard an approving hum from above him, which meant Aizawa liked what he did.
Hitoshi wanted to keep it that way, he wanted to do more of what his Idol liked, to please him, and so he continued.
He tentatively licked big stripes over the tip of the shoe, testing how the leather felt under his tongue. It was smooth and tasteless, Hitoshi knew Aizawa took very great care of them. He moved his mouth to the center of the Boot, licking towards the curve where the laces started to cross each other.
"You are doing good, Boy. You enjoy cleaning my boots with your pretty mouth, don't you?" The purple haired Boy could only whimper, the way Aizawa spoke to him made his throat tight and left him unable to speak. His cock was still very hard, throbbing and pulsing in his pants, leaving big, wet stains in his underwear. Maybe he really was a pervert, getting so turned on by being on his knees, licking someone's shoes.
But this wasn't a someone, this was Aizawa His favorite human being, his Idol, his God. He deserved this treatment.
Hitoshi moved again to the other boot, kissing the tip, licking small little licks along the curve of the ankle. He pressed his tongue to the soft leather, making sure to feel and taste every moment of this. Even this was an honor to him.
Hitoshi was so focused on pleasing Aizawa and reaching every little Inch of the boot, he didn't notice it was now covered in his spit. But he wanted more, he mouthed at the leather, crawled closer on his knees to reach more fabric. He wanted to do it right, he wanted Aizawa to be satisfied with him.
Just as he wanted to continue on the other boot again, Aizawa stopped him and shoved one foot against the visible bulge in Hitoshis pants. Hitoshi moaned and whimpered, but he didn't move.
"This gets you going, huh? You are still as hard as when I touched you.. " Aizawa snorted.
"Fucking pathetic. Who the hell would get hard by licking someone's boots?"
Hitoshi whimpered again, a deep blush creeping up his face. Is it over now? Had he angered the older man? He really was pathetic, that much was true.
"I… I'm sorry." Was the only thing Hitoshi could get past his tight throat, and even that was a barely audible gasp.
"I don't know if you are really sorry or only just saying so. By the way you so eagerly and thoroughly licked my boots, I think you enjoyed it. Maybe even a bit too much."
Hitoshi gulped. His hard cock didn't stop leaking pre and made it uncomfortable wearing his underwear. The growing ,wet, sticky stain started to itch. Hitoshi squirmed on his knees, shifted his weight and bucked his hips in an attempt for the itch to go away.
"You're squirming. Are your pants getting uncomfortable ? Poor little Hitoshi. Don't worry, I have a solution for that. Strip!" The slender, purple haired Boy gasped, not believing what Aizawa just told him. But his voice was so intoxicating, Hitoshi knew he was probably being manipulated by the man he adored and loved so much, but he didn't care. Not when he spoke with that deep, raspy voice to him.
"I might have an Idea how you can prove to me how sorry you really are for being such a pathetic pervert." Hitoshi nodded, doing what that beautiful, dark bariton told him. He was ashamed of himself for being so weak and probably not the kind of fan Aizawa wished to have. But he didn't know what to do about that, so he just did what Aizawa wanted him to. He at least should have his fun with him. And Hitoshi had the night of his life anyways, no matter what would happen.
He opened the fly of his pants and shoved them down his knees. He needed to shift his position to pull his jeans off of his feet.
"Underwear too. That's what makes you uncomfortable, isnt it ?" Aizawa ordered and Hitoshi obeyed. Now Aizawa would see his hard, wet cock. Hitoshi didn't know how to feel about it, but if thats what Aizawa wanted, of course the Boy wouldnt argue.
"Ah, there it is. That cute little clit of yours. Oh, look at how it's weeping, no wonders you were squirming so much."
Aizawa chuckled and tipped with his boot against Hitoshi's small, leaking cock.
Hitoshi whined, a weak, high noise escaping his throat. Yes, knew he was small, but calling his cock a clit? That was the most humiliating thing ever said to him. But his cock dribbled out more pre nevertheless.
He saw Aizawas dark obsidian eyes lighting up when he made that sound, and the older man pushed his boot back against his groin.
"Oh, I see. You like it when I call your ridiculous excuse of a cock a clit. You like it because its true, hm? Because how do you want to satisfy anyone with that useless thing, huh? You can't. You will never give anyone pleasure while fucking them with that small, little clit."
Aizawa moved his boot up and down and wriggled it against Hitoshis tight, firm balls. Hitoshi moaned and tears welled up in his eyes. Why was Aizawa so meant to him? And why didn't he hate it? Why, with every mean thing his Idol said, throbbed his cock and jumped eagerly up and down.
"Now, I want you to hump my boot like the good mutt you are. Rub that little clit all over the leather that you wetted so nicely with your tongue for me until you cum. Can you do that, Hitoshi?"
Aizawa asked with an evil smirk across his face and pressed against Hitoshis balls hard. The younger Boy cried out but bucked his hips at the same time, seeking desperately for friction against his small, leaking cock. He was so close to cumming, only a little bit of friction and he was done for.
"Y-yes, yes I can." The purple haired Boy moaned and nodded heavily.
Aizawa pulled his foot back a little bit from in between Hitoshi's legs to that Hitoshi had better access to his boot.
"Good Boy. Look me in the eyes while you do it. And tell me how good that makes your little clitty feel, rubbing it against me."
Aizawa ordered and his own cock started to pulse too. It's been a while since he done that. It's hard to find fans who are willing to do that kind of stuff. Who are desperate enough to let Aizawa do anything he wants to them. Aizawa knew his tastes and kinks were heavy and not everyone's cup of tea, but he couldn't change that he seeked this trip of power and seeing someone so weak for him gave him exactly that.
So now he was even more grateful for that cute, eager teen in front of him. He fitted everything he was looking for. And he would make good use of him.
Hitoshi whimpered but nodded, raising his head to look up to Aizawa while he started grinding down on his boot, running his small, hard cock, no clit, along the smooth leather.
It was cold, but Hitoshi took every friction he could get. Sticky white fluid smeard all across Aizawas shoe, staining the dark fabric.
"And what do we say, little darling?" Aizawa asked, urging Hitoshi to open his mouth to speak, looking down into those big, tear streaked lavender eyes.
Hitoshi whined, but parted his pink lips slightly. "Thank you.. f-for letting me.. use your boot t-to cum." Hitoshis voice was hoarse but loud and clear enough for Aizawa to hear. It went straight to his dick and make it twitch in excitement, he wanted to hear more.
"And with what do I let you come on my boots? What are you rubbing all over me?"
Aizawa's low, rumbling bariton made Hitoshi shiver and his hips bucked forwards. He was so close. "M-my… c-clit. I use with my small, little clit. I'm rubbing my clit against your boots."
"That's right. All you have between your legs is a useless, pathetic clit. That's why all you are good for is your hole to serve and satisfy a real cock. A cock that is worth its name, a cock that spreads your hole open until you cry. No one would notice If they would get fucked by your little, pathetic thing."
Hitoshi moaned and whined and rubbed his small cock more and more heavily against Aizawa. He was thrusting it wildly against the hard tip of his boot and painted it white with all his precum that was dribbling out. Both of them still looked into each other's eyes, a thick, heavy tension building between them. It was like nothing but them existed, they had created their own small world in this moment with their own dynamic.
"Y-yes. I'm humping my clit… o-on your boot. I will never make someone feel g-good with my useless c-clit… I will always be.. a bottom."
"That's right. Taking cock is all you're good for. Just look, you hump my boot like a mindless bitch in heat. The only thing important for you is getting off, no matter how much you humiliate yourself in front of everyone. How could you ever think you are a real man? No, all that you are is only a hole."
The purple haired Boy came with a cry all over Aizawa's boot, his little cock twitching violently and spurting the thick, white fluid everywhere.
"Oh, look at that. Your clit squirted all over my shoe. What are you going to do about that, my sweet Hitoshi?" Aizawa asked, staring down at the purple haired Boys face that now was flushed red and he breathed heavily.
Aizawa was incredibly turned on by the boy who had just cummed all over his expensive and well loved boots, but he wanted to take his time with him. He obeyed him so sweetly and his adoration for the Singer was well written over his face, even now. Aizawa wanted to know how far he would let him go, how much he was willing to do for him.
"I… Of course I will clean it for you..?"
Hitoshi scooted back a little and then lowered his head so he was back in his first position as he kissed Aizawa's boots. Only now he would lick his own spunk up and swallow it down.
"That's right. You clean up the mess you've made like a good boy. And you may call me Sir, Hitoshi. If you wish to address me directly."
Hitoshi stuck his tongue out and started to lap over the smooth, dark leather again. With the only difference that it now wasn't tasteless anymore. His own cum tasted bitter and salty and it was still warm. It was weird.
But Aizawa wanted him to do it so he did. He still couldn't believe what he just did and what he said. He had never imagined he would do such dirty and humiliating things. Calling his own cock a clit and saying all those other things. Only thinking about it sent chills down Hitoshis spine as he licked his own cum off of Aizawas boots. But he could feel his cock stirring again, too. Hitoshi was so confused right now. He shouldn't like this, but his cock loved everything that happened right now.
"Good job, Hitoshi. You may stand up again and follow me." Hitoshi nodded and stood up after Aizawa turned around and led the way.
The purple haired Boy hadn't even had the chance to take a look at Aizawa's flat. The dark haired man had immediately started .. their game as they closed the door behind them.
But Aizawa hadn't turned the lights on so Hitoshi couldn't see much. It was dark and all the Boy could make out was a big flat TV screen, a couch he guessed could be dark red and a very big window front but the curtains were pulled close.
Nevertheless it was a very big loft with a lot of space and it was messy here. Hitoshi saw the shadows of so many things but he couldn't tell what all things were.
"Come on! I hate waiting! Don't look at my stuff!" Aizawa grunted from in front of him and Hitoshi immediately teared his eyes away and walked quickly back to his Idol.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Sir." Hitoshi quickly apologized and closed up to Aizawa again.
The dark haired man just huffed in annoyance and opened the door to another room. But before he went inside he turned around to the half naked purple haired Boy. "Give me your phone." Aizawa held a hand out towards Hitoshi.
"My phone is still in my pants by the door." Hitoshi explained with a small voice, disappointed that he couldn't give Aizawa what he wanted.
"That's fine too I guess. I just don't want to have any pictures taken of my home." Aizawa turned around again and opened the door to his bedroom.
"I would never, I swear. I am just curious, that's all." Hitoshi promised urgently and followed Aizawa inside.
This room was also pretty dark, but Aizawa turned on a small light that stood on a bedside table next to a pretty big bed with burgundy colored sheets.
A big flat screen was there too, opposite to the bed. But what impressed Hitoshi in this room the most were the many books that were shoved in a big shelf that occupied a whole wall.
"Get on the bed and take your shirt off." Aizawa ordered him in a harsh tone and Hitoshi scrambled to obey. First his shirt off and then on the bed. He didn't know where he should put his shirt so he just let it fall to the ground. The bedsheets were very soft, Hitoshi was surprised. He bet sleeping in his must be very comfortable.
Aizawa took his pants off too and joined Hitoshi in the bed quickly. Only wearing his dark gray, tight fitting top that complimented his upper Body immensely. The jaw of the scrawny, younger boy dropped to the floor.
He was big. So fucking big. Aizawa laid himself on his back next to where Hitoshi kneeled on the bed, spread his legs and took his big, girthy cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. "You ever sucked dick before?" Aizawa asked, looking over to the intimidated, shy teen that still gauged at the big thing between Aizawas legs. He had a bit of dark, curly hair dusting over his thick, strong thighs.
Hitoshi had to close his mouth or a string of drool would escape his lips, he could feel it dripping down already.
"I uh… Y-yes, one time."
Aizawa huffed, but somehow he expected for the Boy to not have much experience. But that could be exciting too. Those were the most eager to please, in Aizawa's experience.
"Then go on, make my cock your second time." Aizawa pointed to the place between his legs and Hitoshi nodded, kneeling between them. But before Hitoshi could lower his head down onto his cock, the older man fisted into his hair and grabbed a bunch of his wild lavender locks in a tight grip. "No teeth, or I will throw you out immediately."
Hitoshi yelped but nodded as good as he could with his hair in a death grip and stuck out his tongue again, ready to pleasure the cock of his Idol.
"Good, then go on. You have five minutes to make me come. I don't like to be teased."
Aizawa loosened his grip on Hitoshis hair, but he didn't let go. Hitoshi should know that he could pull him up every time he didn't like what he was doing. It would motivate him even more to make an effort.
The Boy's heart hammered in his chest and he didn't feel ready to suck such a big cock he was sure wouldn't even fit half in his mouth, but he had to make it work.
Aizawa took his hands away and let Hitoshi take over. Hitoshi started by licking long, broad stripes over the underside of his cock with his flat tongue. Aizawa said he didn't want to be teased so Hitoshi assumed that he should start with the actual sucking soon. He just wanted to cover the cock in as many spit as possible first.
So after a few very wet, long licks over the complete shaft and getting a feeling for how big his cock actually was, the purple haired Boy took Aizawa's dick in one hand and started to mouth at his drooling head. He lapped up all the precum that had collected at the tip and carefully began to kiss and suck the sensitive skin.
"I said I don't like to be teased. Get that cock down your fucking throat!" Aizawa hissed and shoved Hitoshi's head down his length until he felt the Boy choking and heaving violently.
Aizawa waited for a few seconds longer, enjoying the tight heat of Hitoshi's throat spasming around his cock and then pulled his head up again slowly.
"That's how I want my cock to be sucked, understand? Choke yourself on it. Bring yourself to the brink of fainting for my pleasure!"
Aizawa pulled Hitoshis head up to his own face, the Boy leaning over half of his Body to be able to follow Aizawa's pull but the Singer didn't care.
Now they were nose to nose, Hitoshi catching his breath and his chin covered in his own drool. "I want to feel your throat squeezing my cock because you are out of breath and hear your muffled cries and pleads for air, got it? I want you to shove my cock down your throat so hard so you can still taste me in a week."
And then Aizawa spat into Hitoshi's face before he pushed him down onto his cock again.
Hitoshi whined as the spat ran down his face, between his eyes and then over the bridge of his nose, but he didn't do anything about it. It still was the spit of Aizawa Shouta. He wouldn't even think about complaining.
His cock started to twitch again too, fully regained his strength from coming so hard on Aizawa's boots and ready for a next round. But that had to wait. He had to serve the dark haired Sir first.
Hitoshi had no Idea if he was capable of giving Aizawa what he wanted, but he would try his hardest. The purple haired Boy lowered his head down on the cock, stretching his mouth around the thick shaft, covering his teeth with his lips. Then he started to bob his head up and down the length as deep as he could take him. Which was, unfortunately, not very deep.
He couldn't even take half of Aizawas cock, like he had expected. And that he had blown another guy already was a lie. This was his first blow job. He just thought that Aizawa wouldn't like it If he told him this was his first time. Most people didn't like virgins.
After a few unsuccessful attempts to take his whole cock down his throat, choking and coughing with every try, Aizawa had enough. He pulled Hitoshi off of his dick and yanked his head back in front of his own again. He slapped him hard across the face to each side. "How bad can someone be at cock sucking? You are such a damn disappointment, Boy. As punishment you are going down a level and you can suck my ass instead while I'm going to take care of my cock myself."
With that, Aizawa pushed Hitoshis head back between his legs without waiting for an answer. But not to his waiting, wet cock. No. He pushed Hitoshi lower, beneath his smooth ball sac, in front of his hole.
Hitoshi yelped, his cheeks burning from Aizawa's hard slaps and tears pooling in his eyes from disappointing the man he loved the most.
But he couldn't change that now, he had a new thing to focus on and he needed to be good at it. Aizawa nudged his head ever deeper against his skin, urging Hitoshi to fucking start. Yes, Aizawa didn't like to wait.
The purple haired Boy stuck his tongue out of his mouth and started to lick over the slightly hairy skin between his hole and his balls. With a grunt Aizawa spread his legs further apart and raised his hips so his tight ring muscle was right in front of Hitoshi's eyes.
"Fucking start, and do it right. Or this is over for you." The dark haired man threatened and started stroking his half hard, spit soaked cock.
Hitoshi, looking up and his tongue still hanging out of his mouth nodded heavily, whining because he didn't want this to be over. He pushed his head back between Aizawa's legs and did what Aizawa ordered him to do. Licking his ass because he was too stupid to suck his cock right. Hitoshi felt his stomach drop in embarrassment and humiliation, but at the same time his cock leaked pre like a faucet again and pulsed like he was ready to come every second.
The purple haired Boy began to press his flat tongue against Aizawa's hole and licked up to his taint. He had never done that before, but he just tried to imagine what would feel best. He circled the tip of his tongue around the rim, teased the man above him just a little bit, before he dove in deep and ate out his hole. He was careful to stay on the surface and not to press his tongue through the muscle, he wasn't sure if Aizawa would like that. Aizawa was clearly a dominant top, some of them didn't want to have anything inside their holes.
Hitoshi sucked little kisses into the delicate, slightly hairy skin along the rim and that ripped a moan from Aizawa's lips. Hitoshi's eyes widened and it gave him a little bit of new confidence to continue what he was doing. He nibbled along the rim up to his taint. He dared to suck and graze with his teeth lightly over the sensitive skin, imagining how good it would feel for him. The purple haired Boy suckled little kisses down and back to Aizawa's hole, flicking his tongue around the rim and pushing his tongue into the tight muscle as deep as he could. His face was buried between his cheeks and the teen wasn't really able to breathe, but he didn't care. Aizawa should feel every bit of pleasure he could give him. Hitoshi sucked on Aizawa's ass like he ordered him to, he sucked and licked and kissed his hole like his life depended on it. He spread his cheek more apart with his hands so he had even better access to it. He alternated long, flat licks with his tongue from his hole up to his taint with quick, deeper licks with more pressure to the tight muscle. He lapped at the soft, sensitive skin and tried everything to please his Idol, to make him feel good in any way he wanted, nothing was too much for Hitoshi. He had never thought he would be buried between his legs with his tongue against his hole, but If that's what he wanted, Hitoshi would thank him.
But suddenly, Aizawa tightened his grip on his head and yanked him back up and pushed his mouth onto his cock again. "Enough of that. Time to drink up my load." Aizawa grunted and began to forcefully use the Boys head like a fleshlight.
He gripped Hitoshis head by each side and bobbed it up and down while thrusting his hips up at the same time. Hitoshi was drooling uncontrollably and his throat spasmed around Aizawa's dick from the harsh intrusion, but Aizawa didn't care. He pushed his cock deep inside Hitoshi's throat while pressing his head down onto it and keeping it there, leaving the Boy no option to pull back and get some air.
Hitoshi gurgled around Aizawas dick, his stomach already heaving and the Boys nails digging into the older man's thighs. "You really are a good for nothing. The only thing you can do is hump my boots with your clit like a desperate bitch in heat." Aizawa grunted while he continued to fuck Hitoshis face mercilessly, spit landing everywhere and the Boy on the near brink of passing out. Tears streamed down his face and his eyes rolled back in his head, his face as pale as a sheet of paper.
"You are not even good for cock sucking. I hope at least your asshole knows it's place and sucks my dick in like it should." Aizawa grunted and pressed Hitoshi's head down onto his cock, sliding in and out of the boy's unwilling throat. His mouth was wet and hot and wide open for him. The dark haired man felt himself getting closer, Hitoshis struggle to take him as deep Aizawa wanted turned him on incredibly. To see the Boy trying to keep control of his Body while his Body fought against him, fought against the violent intrusion into his throat, getting not enough air because Aizawa's thick cock blocked everything and Hitoshi wasn't used to it… Aizawa loved it. Loved to see Hitoshi take it all because he wanted to please him.
After three or four more deep throat spasming thrusts, Aizawa came and shot his cum inside Hitoshi's mouth. The Boy was forced to swallow it because his throat clamped down the thick cock and the only way was down.
Hitoshi trembled from the lack of air and he was sure he would fall unconscious every second, but just as he felt his sight getting blurry and his head fuzzy, Aizawa pulled out and let him breathe.
The older man pushed Hitoshi onto his side and off of his Body. The Boy fell down like a sack of potatoes and he started to gasp for air desperately.
"Turn on your stomach." Aizawa ordered and Hitoshi did of course, after a second of irritation and fighting to get oxygen back into his system again.
"Now let's see if your ass bitches as much as your mouth when it comes to take cock. I hope there is at least one hole in your body that does its job well."
Aizawa lined up his still hard dick with Hitoshi's ass, spread his legs as much as he could and started to press his tip inside.
Hitoshi cried out, his legs tensed up and his toes curled. "P-please… please,Sir.. p-prep me.. a little." The purple haired boy begged, his hands balling into fists from the agonizing pain.
But Aizawa only spat onto his hole, his cock still slick from Hitoshi's drool and kept pressing past his rim.
"You don't deserve to be prepped. You are nothing but a joke. You earned yourself this pain." Aizawa hissed, pushing Hitoshi's head into the mattress to muffle his cries.
Aizawa knew he was mean to him, but that would only motivate Hitoshi to try harder to please him. Aizawa wanted to see how far he could go until the Boy would break.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Please.. It hurts!" Hitoshi whimpered into the sheets, but Aizawa ignored him. His cockhead was already inside the Boy's ass and his velvet walls immediately sucked him in, warm but painfully tight. The dark haired man mercilessly pressed his hips against the Boys ass, pulling his hips up to meet his cock. The Teen was so slender and skinny, the older man could feel his hip bones against his palms. The perfect little twink. Aizawa would be able to see his cock pushing against his stomach from the inside of his Body.
"Then start being a better slut for me and next time I will not tear your tight little asshole apart. I dont prep my fuckholes. Either you can take it, or not. I don't care about that. I only care about which hole I dump my cum inside of."
With one quick snap of his hips, Aizawa sheathed his cock fully inside of Hitoshi's ass. The purple haired Boy with the big lavender eyes wailed, his legs shaking and whole Body tensing up. He had never experienced so much pain before. He felt something tear and a warm fluid trickle down his inner thighs. Hitoshi was sure Aizawa tore his hole by not stretching him.
But he wanted to take it. He didn't want to give up and beg Aizawa to let him go. Not when he already came so far. Not when Aizawa spoke to him in his deep, raspy voice. To him, only him. These words were meant to nobody but Hitoshi right now, and the Boy was sure he would be able to come if Aizawa continued to speak to him like this. If only the pain would go away.
Aizawa pulled himself out, but only to slam full force back inside. He wasn't someone who liked it slow. Not when he had a willing boy beneath him who let him do anything to him. Aizawa wanted to ravish him, to break him, to use him like a human fleshlight. His personal fucktoy. No one went easy on their sextoys, right? So Aizawa wouldn't either on Hitoshi.
"You really have a tight little ass, Hitoshi. At least that doesn't disappoint." Aizawa saw blood dripping down from the Boys hole, but that didn't keep him from fucking right back into it. At least now they had a little bit of lube that would make his cock slide in easier. Hitoshi tried to relax a little bit beneath Aizawa who still held his hips up and moved them in sync with his brutal thrusts.
His heart beat faster as Aizawa praised him, the first time since they moved to his bedroom. It made the pain a little easier to bear, knowing Aizawa liked fucking him.
"Th-Thank you, S-Sir" Hitoshi moaned, Aizawa pounding into him at a quick and hard pace. Hitoshi could feel Aizawas hips slamming against his cheeks, crushing his hips If he wouldn't steady him with his big hands around his slim waist.
The older man's cock was really big and girthy, it stretched Hitoshis hole unimaginably wide and Hitoshi could feel Aizawa's dick deep inside his guts, he had never imagined getting fucked would feel like this. So deep, so all consuming, so overwhelming.
Hitoshi's cock came slowly back to life as the pain eased away and it started to feel good. Aizawa immediately noticed the boy's small dick growing and grabbed around his waist to touch it.
"Oh, does your little clitty likes what I'm doing?" Aizawa chuckled and started to play with it while continuing to pound into Hitoshi's hole hard and brutal.
Hitoshi moaned, surprised by the sudden action, but of course it felt good. Aizawa's hand was rough and so was his touch, the Boys cock liking it nonetheless and pulsed in the tight grip Aizawa was stroking it with.
"Y-yes… my.. my clit enjoys being touched by you, S-Sir." Hitoshi moaned, closing his eyes and trying to focus on the pleasure Aizawa was giving him.
"Too bad you are only allowed to cum from your ass If you should manage to even come at all. This is about me, not you." Aizawa squeezed Hitoshi's cock painfully hard and then pulled his hand back, placing it back again on the boy's narrow waist.
The teen whimpered, but accepted it. Aizawa had said from the start that he wanted something in return. That he wanted to have his fun too. And Hitoshi was still willing to give it to him. To let him use him for his pleasure.
"Even if the thought of torturing that pathetic thing you call dick between your legs seems pretty fun to me." Aizawa groaned as snapped his hips full force against Hitoshi's ass, burying his cock deeply inside the Boy's guts.
Hitoshi cried out, a bright spark of pleasure zipping through his entire Body, making his cock twitch in excitement. His sight went white for a long second and Hitoshi's breath stuck in his throat. "Oh, it seems like I found it. Let's see how long you can endure it."
Hitoshi had no Idea what Aizawa meant, but he soon would know. Aizawa penetrated this spot over and over again, his cock bumping against something that turned Hitoshi's eyes back into his skull and his tongue loll out from between his lips.
The Boy didn't know what happend, he only knew it felt fucking fantastic and he never wanted it to end. There was something inside of his ass that Aizawa triggered with his dick deep inside his Body that made Hitoshi feel like he was in another dimension.
"F-fuck." Hitoshi moaned as drool dribbled out of his open mouth and stained Aizawa's expensive sheets.
"I think you like this a little bit too much, kid. You look like a whore right now." Aizawa grunted but still kept thrusting his dick against the same spot, feeling himself getting closer to climaxing.
Hitoshi looked fucking sexy like that, all turning into a slut on his cock with his ass in the air, receiving a good hard pounding from Aizawa into his tight, little fuckhole.
"G-good, f-feels good, S-Sir." Hitoshi weakly moaned, feeling his brain turn into a useless mush.
Then, after an extremely hard snap of Aizawas hips, the Boy came, his cock spurting out his second load of cum. "Ah-f-fuck y-yes!!" Hitoshi cried, his cock pulsing and throbbing between his legs. It wasn't much, but Hitoshi felt incredibly good right now. It was the most intense orgasm he ever had. Without even touching himself.
"Hah, there it is. You dirty slut. Your little clit is squirting for the second time tonight. First from humping my boot like a little bitch in heat, and now from getting your ass pounded like a whore. How do you feel, huh? Ashamed of yourself yet?"
Aizawa rasped into his ear and honestly, Hitoshi could have come a third time right now. But his cock started to soften, exhausted from being hard nearly the whole time in Aizawa's presence.
But Aizawa didn't stop fucking him now. Oh no. Now he was just getting started. Hitoshi's ass milked his cock so good when he was coming, sucking him in and hugging him tightly with his warm, soft walls. His grip on Hitoshis waist tightened and he pulled him even closer against his hips.
He slammed his cock inside again and again without stopping once, still hitting against the same spot that made Hitoshi come. But now, it didn't feel as good anymore. Now it was even more sensitive like before, making Hitoshi feel extremely weird.
"P-please… please stop!" The Boy cried, trying to pull away from Aizawa but of course it didn't work. Aizawa held onto him too tightly.
The slapping sounds from their bodies crashing into each other over and over again rang loud in Hitoshis ears, overwhelming the Boy even more than the intense overstimulation he felt right now.
"Please Sir.. I can't.. I can't take it anymore." Hitoshi begged again, but it fell on deaf ears. Tears welled up in Hitoshis eyes again, he felt incredibly helpless, he knew Aizawa wouldn't let go until he came himself. He had to endure it. He had to bear this painful, intense and all consuming feeling.
Aizawa leaned down, grabbed Hitoshi by the neck and pressed his full weight onto his skinny frame. Now he really was trapped by Aizawa's Body, he couldn't even try to crawl away any more.
"You can't take it anymore huh? Just now you were moaning like a whore. You are all the same, just chasing after your own orgasm and then running off. You fucking sluts!"
Hitoshis hole clenched Aizawa's cock tightly as he heard those hurtful words, making Aizawa grunting out in pleasure.
"No! No, I'm not! P-please continue f-fucking me." Hitoshi cried out, even as the pain became unbearable. He felt so weird, so uncomfortable, but he could take it. He could take it for Aizawa. He didn't want him to think badly about him. He couldn't live with it.
"That's the right answer, such a good Boy for me." Aizawa praised, knowing it would be over soon. Hitoshi's tight hole just felt too good wrapped around his cock and Hitoshi's high, desperate voice drove him insane. He was so weak for this type of Boys, so eager to please, so desperate for his recognition.
With a low groan, Aizawa emptied his balls inside Hitoshis ass. His cock was completely buried inside, his weight fully leaned on the slim body beneath him.
Hitoshis mouth hung open in a silent cry, his eyes squeezed shut from the pain.
Aizawa slowly pulled his cock out of Hitoshi's gaping, widely stretched hole, cum and blood oozing out of it and mixing on the already dirty sheets. "There, now you got your special gift from me. Congratulations."