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The Taste of Good Times

If I were a good time, what would I taste like?

"Boring. Really, REALLY boring. Is that in answer which makes since, Sakurai?"

(Sakurai's point of view)

I could hardly believe it, bumping into Tsukasa again.

I closed the door behind, "Good evening, Tsukasa," I greeted bowing. I bow looked at me with dark eyes, "Do I know you?" he asked.

I nearly fell over.

"You were over my house just a few days ago, don't you remember?" I asked in a disappointed tone. On top of that I caught him masturbating on his own locker just the other day- does he really not remember me?!

His eyes opened wider.

"Oh, that's right." he started. "My game," he said lifelessly. "My games stopped working," he added with the same, dull eyes. Still feeling a bit flustered, I set down my bag.

Sakurai: "Oh, the game con you mean."

Tsukasa: *Nods head*

Sakurai: "Ah, it's because you left without the charger- portable video games have to be charged. Let me see it.

Tsukasa: *Takes off bag and pulls out the game con* "Fix it,"

Sakurai: *Nods head eagerly*

I grabbed a charger from my bag sitting down on the carpet to plug it in.

"See look, it's charging now," I said showing him the game as it lit up. What's with that face? Tsukasa seemed out of it, staring at the floor emotionless.

Did something bad happen, is that why he not running around?

I swallowed hard, "Come here, Tsukasa. I have different games that you can play." I said pulling out the set of games I had in case I bumped into him again.

He looked up and walked over.

Like a mouse to cheese. I blushed as he sat on my lap again, leaning back against my chest as he took the game from my hand.

"This one, I want to play this," he commanded pointing at Mario Cart. I nodded my head, showing him how to take out and put in a new game. I could feel the smoothness of his fingers against mines as they brushed against each other.

I'm hungry for him.

Wrapping my arms around his waist as he played, seemingly ignoring my existence. I blushed setting my chin on top of his head, feeling my heart pound vigorously as my fingers toyed with his uniform shirt.

"Go ahead," he said.

"A-Ah?" I muttered looking down at him. Tsukasa kept his eyes to the game as he played, "You want to touch me, don't you? Go ahead," he said in a plain voice.

Touch him?

Was it really ok? Without saying a word, I nodded my head- but where? My unsure fingers rolled under his shirt, I exhaled in excitement feeling his soft, warm skin.

He twitched slightly as my fingers brushed against his nipples. Did that, feel good? I'm turned on, using my index finger to rub against the tender flesh until it became as hard as I was.

I want to taste them.

To run my tongue against the tiny mass of skin and taste the flavor of his light cream skin. "Ow," he gasped. I jumped shyly; I had gotten so excited I didn't realize how hard my strokes had become.

He turned his head, looking at me with aggravated eyes, "That hurt," he growled. "Uh, s-sorry." I apologized as he pulled my hands from his shirt.

What's the matter with me?

I don't ever stutter, or become flustered or shy; but when I'm with Tsukasa- My normally composed and serious personality goes out the window.

"It hurts if your fingers are dry, you have licked them first," he said before taking my fingers into his mouth. My eyes opened wide, panting in excitement as I watched him suck my fingers seductively.

It almost felt as if he were sucking my cock.

I hummed lustfully as he licked the tip of my index finger, sucking it as he wrapped his tongue around. Breathing harder as it rubbed down his throat.

I exhaled heavily as he took it out his mouth.

Guiding my hands back under his shirt, "There, that's better," he sighed letting me rub his nipples once more before turning back to play his game.

I licked my lips, stroking his nipples, fondling his chest; feeling his body relax in pleasure. I looked down at Tsukasa, the boy still stuck to the game he played. Would he let me do anything I wanted?

I pulled my hands out from under his shirt, moving to unbuckled his pants. He didn't react- maybe he really didn't care. With Tsukasa still on my lap, I lifted him with one arm, pulling up from pants and boxers with the other.

Compared to me, he was light in weight.

I licked my hand, coating it with saliva. He doesn't seem to care at all, is it ok to do what I want?

"I-Is this ok?" I asked rubbing his asshole with my wet index finger. "I-I don't care," he blushed struggling to focus on the game. I unbuttoned my pants, pulling out my over excited cock; rubbing the head against his opening. I wanted him so badly.

He flinched as I kissed the nip of his neck, "Hmpt, ow," he mutter as I rubbed the head inside. His fingers tightened on the game and head fell as he shivered. "H-Hurt, it turns," he pouted as I pushed the head inside.

Euphoria.

His insides hugging the head of my cock, squeezing my tip tightly as it throbbed and moistened his walls with precum. This is euphoria.

Is this ok?

This body tensed in discomfort as I held him firmly, trying to inch further inside. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked kissing his neck.

Tsukasa growled, "I-I don't care," he insisted continuing to play his game. He gasped as I bit his neck, I love the taste of his skin.

"Awe, you're too tight," I panted in frustration.

His tense body and tiny walls just weren't enough space for my size; I kissed his neck as I pushed the head of my cock in and out.

This was as far as I can go.

Tsukasa trembled painfully as I started thrusting the tip in fast strokes. I could feel myself building up, the pleasure from shoving the head of my cock in and out was immeasurable to the feeling of masturbating.

Being inside Tsukasa was so much better.

His head tilted as I kissed up and down his neck, the sounds of precum gushing out of his as my tip fucked his asshole; making me even hornier.

"Awe, that's it," I purred lustfully.

Leaning back as the precum lubricated his hole for me, allowing even more of me to enter him. Tsukasa yipped, letting his face fall into the game scream as he held it- gasping with every hungry thrust inside.

He's cute.

Now that half my cock could fuck him, I allowed my sticky hand to slide under his pants. Jerking him off as I held his legs steady, thrusting even faster as he let out frustrated moans.

Did it hurt, or feel good?

I'm sure it was more pain then pleasure- I could feel myself ripping through his skin; stretching out his walls and tearing him apart- even though I was only half way in.

I smiled.

He acts like he's experienced, but he's clearly a virgin. He's cute. This squeeze was perfect, his hole was too tight. I panted as I came, fucking him hard as I filled him eagerly with thick cum.

"I like you, T-Tsukasa," I confessed feeling him cum in my fingers as I stroked.

"I-I don't c-care," he panted in a mousy voice. I smiled wider, cumming even harder- Tsukasa is absolutely adorable.

He let out a painful sigh of relief as I pulled out.

I panted, blushing as the exhausted boy leaned back into me. I pulled my hand out from his pants, pulling it to my face to lick and clean his cum from my fingers.

It's odd.

His cum taste much different then it did in the boy's locker room; it was bitter and a bit salty. Much different from the sweet flavor he had before.

"You're weird," he said as he watched.

I smiled at him with a clean hand, bending down to lick the side of his cheek. "Ew, stop it your weirdo," he huffed, making me laugh because he was just as weird as I was.

I froze.

"A-Ah, your hands bleeding," I noticed grabbing his wrist. He pouted, "It's your fault, you were too rough," he complained as I looked at the cuts on his hand.

Why didn't he just tell me to stop?

He squeezed the game so, hard the glass shattered, cutting into his hand. "You were too rough down there too," he muttered. I spread his legs to look down at the mix of blood and cum dripping from his swollen hole.

Even though I was only half way in.

"Ah, I see. I'm sorry," I apologized shyly.

Where the hell did he go?

I looked around for Tsukasa as class ended. "Ah, Kiyokyo; have you seen Tsukasa?" I asked to the blonde as she left his class room.

She nodded her head, "Ah, I think he skipped last period. Sorry, it'd help you but I have exorcist training, good luck though," she smiled walking off.

He skipped class?

Tsukasa wasn't a good student, but he's never skipped class before. After looking around, I became overwhelmed with worry. I opened the door to the old play room.

I froze, overcome with anger.

"T-Tsukasa!"