My Yakuza by A.J. Llewellyn (books for 6 year olds to read themselves TXT) 📕

on the balcony at sunset, watching the boats on the water. He brought Kono a beer, then a second one. By the time he brought out the third and the sun had set, Kono was looking at him in that hungry way again. Shiro went to take his set opposite him as he handed Kono the beer, but Kono held his wrist.

“Come here.” His voice held the threat of carnal promise making Shiro’s cock leap in his board shorts.

Shiro sat on the man’s lap. He could feel Kono’s boner under their clothing. Kono grinned when Shiro squirmed. Oh, man, I just want to feel that cock inside me one more time.

Kono submitted to a kiss, then took a pull of his beer. He looked away from Shiro and gazed out at the boats in the harbour. His hand went to Kono’s handsome face, tugging him down for another kiss. Kono kissed him, the beer still cold and tangy on his tongue.

“Think anyone on those boats can see us?” Kono took another pull at his beer and put the bottle on the balcony floor. His fingers went to the Velcro snaps on Shiro’s board shorts. The snaps came loose but the cord at the waistband remained knotted. Kono had only one free hand, since one held Shiro from underneath.

“I need help here.”

Shiro’s legs dangled over the arm of Kono’s chair.

“I hope they can all see me getting head from the hottest guy in America,” Shiro said.

He fumbled with the cord. Something ignited behind Kono’s eyes. Even in the dark, starlit sky, Shiro felt the man’s desire. Kono bent down and tore at the cord with his teeth. With his free hand, he brought Shiro’s hard shaft out of his board shorts.

“Commando. Just the way I like my men.”

Kono began to suck on Shiro who bounced around, anxious for release and for closer contact. He didn’t want to have Kono suck him to orgasm then assume business as usual. He wanted to get fucked. He tried to stop himself from coming as Kono’s mouth brought him such immeasurable bliss, but he couldn’t.

“Don’t fight me. I want this,” Kono said, coming off Shiro’s cock. It bounced against the cop’s chest as he bent down to bring his beer bottle up again. Kono took a drink and swallowed. He said, “Open your mouth,” took a second pull and spat it into Shiro’s mouth.

Shiro swallowed, feeling his lover’s mouth all over his cock again. He came so hard, he thought he would pass out. He felt the tremor in his nipples, the ruined one throbbing.

He couldn’t speak when Kono took his mouth away again.

Shiro trembled. “Fuck, man.”

Kono rose, holding Shiro in his arms.

Carrying him to their bedroom, he dropped Shiro on the rumpled bed, ripping down his own shorts. He stood at the edge of the bed, pulling down Shiro’s shorts, kneeling on the floor as Shiro’s ass opened to him. Kono began to lick him fervently.

“You still have my juices in you.”

“Yeah,” Shiro said. “I want you to fuck me.”

He got on his hands and knees, Kono instantly on the bed behind him. Shiro adored getting fucked from behind. He felt his lover’s hands at his waist as Kono began to fuck the cock buried in him, taking pleasure from Kono’s gasp of surprise.

Shiro was a Hawaiian man. All his friends were hula dancers. All of them were gay. They knew how to move their hips to make a man go crazy inside their asses.

“Oh, my God…” Kono pushed down on Shiro, covering his body with his own.

Shiro kept his ass arching up, taking Kono deeper into him. Kono came hard, Shiro loving the feel of the man’s orgasm soaring into him.

“No juices for daddy?” Kono asked, reaching down and sliding his hand down to Shiro’s dry cock.

“Keep fucking me. I’ll come,” Shiro said.

Kono grunted. “My pleasure,” he said.

* * * *

The next couple of days went quickly with Shiro and Kono living in contented domesticity. They took care of the condo together. Kono helped Shiro cook meals. They had sex, watched television—finding out they liked the same shows—and enjoyed the evening sunsets.

When Kono’s funeral was televised, they watched it in bed, naked, Kono’s fingers immersed in Shiro’s ass. Kono became incensed when he saw how short the coverage was and that Genjiro didn’t appear to be at the ceremony. A lot of cops were there, but no Gen. Did he even know that Kono was dead? He had to. It had been all over the news.

“I can’t believe Gen’s not there,” he said, taking his fingers out of Shiro’s ass. He switched the channel to CNN, hoping his death got some play there. Amazing…nothing. Not even a mention on the blue news line at the bottom of the screen. No, wait. There it was.

New York City says goodbye to fallen detective…Argentina first Latin American country to approve gay marriage…Oscar winning actress Sandra Bullock to adopt another baby?

His cell phone rang.

It was Jerrell. “I’m on my way for a visit. You’ll be pleased to know your funeral went off without a hitch.”

“That’s not something a man hears every day,” Kono said.

Jerrell chuckled and ended the call.

Kono sprang into action. “We have to get showered and dressed. Jerrell is on his way.”

“You were getting ready to fuck me…no time for a quickie?”

Kono scowled. “No!”

“Let’s shower together, then,” Shiro said.

“Oh, man, you are such a romantic.”

Shiro grinned.

“Okay, okay.”

They showered, lathering each other up.

“You like shower jerks?” Shiro asked.

Kono laughed until Shiro took hold of Kono’s cock, stroking it, as cool, soapy water cascaded over their bodies. He felt the tension in his balls and ass right away. He grabbed Shiro’s cock and soon, they jerked one another off with frantic, soapy fingers, Kono’s mouth glued to Shiro’s.

“Wow, that was nice,” he said, turning off the taps. He panted. Man, if the Yaks didn’t bump him off, his hot-ass lover would. They dried off, each man running around cleaning up the place. Shiro made