My Yakuza A.J. Llewellyn (ebook reader with highlighter txt) 📖

to train homicide detectives and SWAT members in the ancient art of Aikido, Genjiro was a Sensei in every sense of the word. He knelt on one of the mats and extended a hand to Kono.

Kono didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. The highlight of his life had been fucking this wonderful man. The low point had been knowing that Genjiro had no intention of committing to a single man. He didn’t trust anybody.

“You fear attack,” Gen said, his long black hair caught in a ponytail. His dark brown eyes glowed as he read Kono’s body language. And his aura. He was handsome, yes, but he was not soft. Gen radiated a cat-like intensity This was a man who could take down a guy effortlessly. As Kono knelt in front of him, the usual sexual tension crackled between them. Gen put a hand to Kono’s belly, jolting his solar plexus and his entire being. Kono felt his spirits swaying as he settled down, his ass hitting the back of his ankles. He could smell soap on Gen’s skin. He could smell kukicha tea in a pot. He could hear their mingled breathing… and his eyes opened when he smelled nag champa incense burning.

Gen had moved away from him, to the altar high on the wall. A lucky temple cat statue and several oranges had been offered to the spirits for the dojo’s prosperity. Gen moved back towards him and Kono tried not to focus on the bulge in the man’s pants. God. He wasn’t wearing underpants. He could see the outline of Gen’s cock head. He couldn’t help himself. Fear of sudden death and fear of never experiencing the wonders of sex again brought him up on his knees. He gripped Gen’s hips, drawing the man closer to him.

He slid the pants down until that gorgeous cock that haunted his sleep sprang out, bouncing against his lips. It pulsed against his tongue as he licked it. It was a thrill to know Gen wanted him, too.

Gen stroked Kono’s head, allowing him to savour the taste, the smooth hardness of the cock in his mouth. Gen was so close to coming, Kono began to tease the salty juices in a trance-like state.

He was surprised when Gen pushed his face away.

“Mou ii yo. Enough!” Gen pulled up his pants over his swollen shaft. “You have multiple enemy forces…unseen attackers waiting for you, my friend.” He circled Kono, his words turning angry. “You’ve forgotten all your taninzugake.”

“No, I haven’t.” Shit…how can I possibly have a boner when this guy’s gonna try and beat me to death?

“Attack. Defend. Counter.” Gen’s thoughts punctured the fragile membrane of self-control in Kono’s brain.

Kono stilled his reeling thoughts, dropping down on the mat and rolling on his back as Gen lunged a foot out, almost kicking him in the head. Gen’s fist came next, which Kono caught in his hand.

“Good! Soft boy. Come on!” Gen yelled out taunts, surrounding him.

He’d taught Kono well. He slipped all but two takedowns and as the two men writhed on the mat, he felt Gen’s hardness against his thigh.

“Don’t fuck me,” Gen moaned. “You need your source.”

“I won’t fuck you,” Kono said. “I’ll suck your cock and take you with me.”

Gen grinned as Kono stripped the man’s pants off, taking possession of Gen’s sweet cock again. His fingers played with the man’s ass and balls, the smile leaving Gen’s face as Kono suckled the head only, making Gen whimper for more. Kono took his time, his thumb following the path of his tongue on the silky skin of the shaft.

Humping Kono’s face, Gen seemed to lose control as Kono took him all the way to the base of his cock. Kono slid two fingers into Gen’s ass, loving the way the man in his arms trembled as he came.

Gen shook, his cock unleashing what seemed like months of unspent fury.

Kono released Gen’s cock from his mouth and knelt between his legs.

“I’d tell you to come back and get what you started,” Gen said, when he caught his breath, “but you’ll meet another.”

Kono kissed him. “I’ll come back. You have the sweetest ass in town.”

He bent and kissed Shiro’s cock head still leaking against his belly. Man, he was hot. If nothing else, Kono felt the rage of having to stop. He’d kill whoever the fuck prevented him from taking Gen’s fine piece of ass.

* * * *

Shiro awoke when a couple of fire trucks flew by the front of the hotel. He grabbed for his watch and looked at the illuminated dial and saw that it was just after eight o’clock. Less than three hours until the scheduled meet. He sat up with his legs over the side and ran his hands through his hair, yawning. When he went to stretch, he was reminded of what Nobuo had done to him.

He decided to take a bath and stripped off his remaining clothes and walked into the bathroom. He ran the water, surprised to actually find hot water and filled the tub and got in. As he slid down into it, he felt some of the aches and pains of his body begin to fade away. He felt good for the first time since leaving Tokyo but realised he was hungry.

After soaking in the tub for a half-hour, Shiro got out, dried off and dressed in the same clothes he’d had on when he came into the hotel. He would have to buy some clothes since some had been left behind at the apartment and he would not chance going back to retrieve anything.

Instead of putting the gun back into the bag, Shiro slipped the gun into the rear of the small closet in the room and put a trash bag over it. He then went down to the front desk and sought out the clerk.

“Can you tell me where the nearest restaurant is that has halfway decent food?”

“I suppose it depends on your definition of ‘halfway,’ but I’d