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"Oh, but speaking of that-" Yoshito perked up. "You do care, a little bit, because the other day you were asking him if they'd done it yet and you said they should have because they'd been going out for over a month, and..." Yoshito's face got red as he spoke faster and faster, getting worked up. "And you never really answered my question about that, you know?"
"What question?" Kenji's tone was icy.
Yoshito braved it and continued, his curiosity getting the better of him. "I wanted to know if you're okay with doing it right away when you start dating someone?" He was breathing heavily, clearly excited.
Kenji rolled his eyes. "I did give you an answer to that, you fucktard. I told you it was none of your damn business, you perv."
"Well, but!" Yoshito protested. "I mean, we... me and you?"
"Me and you _what_?" Kenji deadpanned at him.
"We're... we're kinda sorta dating, aren't we?" Yoshito asked hopefully.
"Ha! Dating? You're my meal ticket. That's all," Kenji informed him flatly.
"Oh, but..." Yoshito looked deflated, but continued. "You kissed me the other night..."
"Tch!" Kenji made an annoyed noise, loath to be reminded. "I felt sorry for your stupid ass. Down on your knees begging for scraps of affection, like some stray dog. Don't get ahead of yourself."
"Still!" Yoshito said, determined. "I'll take whatever I can get!"
"Just like a dog," Kenji muttered. "Gobbling up scraps." Louder he said, "Here. You can eat this last gyoza. I won't have room for my meat if I eat it."
"Oh, thank you!" Yoshito gushed, totally forgetting that he was paying for the entire meal.
After dinner was over, Yoshito drove Kenji back to the temple. Kenji paused while getting out. "Oh yeah. I forgot. My brother said there was a bag of laundry that really needed washing. Let me give it to you now and he can get it back faster."
"Oh, okay!" Yoshito turned the van off and hopped out before Kenji could stop him.
"What the hell are you doing? Just wait here!" Kenji protested.
"Oh, but I've already shut off the van, so..." He trotted alongside Kenji like a happy puppy.
"Ugh, whatever..." Kenji sighed. They entered the house, and slipped their shoes off. Kenji looked around. "Where did he put the bag?" he wondered. "Yo, Yuuji!" he called out.
There was no reply. The house was eerily quiet. "Where the fuck is everybody?" Kenji muttered.
"Maybe they went out too?" Yoshito suggested.
"Maybe." Kenji went down the hallway. He turned in annoyance to Yoshito, who was following him closely. "You! Wait in the genkan!"
"But... I really want to see your house!" Yoshito pleaded.
"You... _fine_. I don't care." Kenji hesitated at his brother's door. What if he and Tofu Boy were inside screwing? Kenji smirked. It would be funny to catch them in the act, he thought, and yanked the door open.
But the room was dark and silent. Kenji switched on the light and stepped inside. His eyes swept the room for the bag of laundry, but it was nowhere to be seen. "God, that aggravating little frizzy haired bastard," he muttered. "Where the hell did he put it?"
He turned, pushing past Yoshito, and headed for his own room. Inside, the bag of laundry was sitting on his bed. "There it is," he sighed. "But, ugh! Why did he have to put it on my bed? Probably full of his undershirts stained with Tofu Boy's cum. It's gonna stink up my comforter." He snatched it up and shoved it into Yoshito's arms. "Here. Dirty clothes. Your specialty."
Yoshito just grinned, but made no move to leave. He looked around the room. "Wow, so this is Kenji-san's room. It's so cool."
"Of course it is," Kenji muttered. "All right, that's enough looking. Get out."
"Aw, I've only been in here one minute," Yoshito begged. He plopped down on the bed, setting the laundry on the floor. "I've always dreamed of sitting on your bed." He was smiling dreamily.
"You're gross," Kenji told him. "For real. Get out."
Yoshito just looked up at him with his big, earnest puppy dog eyes. Kenji groaned. "For fuck's sake. You're the worst." He sat down on the bed as well. "Well, what? What do you want now? Want to see baby pictures of me or something?"
"Ooh, can I?" Yoshito clasped his hands together and looked hopeful.
"Creep," Kenji muttered. "No way."
But Yoshito just smiled. "That's okay. I didn't really want to see them. I'd really rather..." He leaned over suddenly, and kissed Kenji on the lips.
Kenji smacked him away. "What have I told you before?! It's a million years too early for you to be kissing me!"
"Aw, but why?" Yoshito wanted to know. "Kenji-san..." His voice dropped, and became serious. "I really do love you. And I'll do anything for you. Anything you want."
Kenji snarled at him. "What could I possibly want you to do for me?"
"I don't know, but I'll do whatever you tell me," Yoshito breathed. He leaned in again.
Kenji just stared at him, then he abruptly shoved Yoshito's head into his lap. "Fine, suck my dick, Mr. Clean," he laughed.
Yoshito's face flamed red, but he didn't miss a beat. He nuzzled his face into Kenji's crotch, earning a surprised groan from the priest. "Okay..." he murmured.
"Shit, you serious?" Kenji gasped. "I was just kidding. Get up. Get up already!"
But Yoshito was too into the idea. His hands worked at Kenji's button and zipper, getting them open. He mouthed at Kenji's half-hard cock through his boxers.
"Oh fuck..." Kenji groaned. In truth, it had been a really long time since he had had any sexual contact with anyone. He hadn't even really been bothering to masturbate much, so he was kind of pent up, and Yoshito's eager mouth felt so good.
He made one last halfhearted attempt to push Yoshito away, then he fell back onto his bed as Yoshito pulled his cock out and began to suck it directly.
"Shit..." Kenji moaned. He covered his face with his hand, his eyes rolling back in his head. He was completely hard within moments, and Yoshito's ministrations became even more energetic in reaction.
Yoshito stroked the shaft with his hand as he sucked steadily on the tip, bobbing his head slightly. "Mmm..." he moaned, his mouth full, as Kenji reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, making him bob faster and take more in.
Kenji was up on one elbow now, looking down on Yoshito as he worked. "Damn..." he groaned. "I'm... getting close. Do you swallow?"
Yoshito looked up at him, his eyes half lidded and full of lust. He pulled his mouth off, but continued to stroke rapidly with his hand. "Anything for you," he murmured.
"Fuck!" Kenji cried, as he felt the first wave of his orgasm ripple through his body. "Your mouth! Put it back...!" He trailed off into a cry of agonized ecstasy.
But it was too late. He was spurting out, all over Yoshito's face. The first pulse struck him square in the forehead, then the next splashed across his left cheek. When Kenji was finally done climaxing, he had made a glorious mess of Yoshito's entire face.
Yoshito was too stunned to move for a few moments, but when it began to drip down, he came to life and wiped his face with his hands. "I... uh..." He looked around for something to clean his hands with.
Kenji's eyes went to the foot of the bed, where his pajama bottoms were draped. "Here," he offered, handing the garment to Yoshito. Yoshito accepted it and wiped his hands and face. "Now stuff it in the bag with the rest of the cum rags," Kenji ordered him. "You can wash it tomorrow."
Yoshito nodded, then finally lifted his eyes to look at Kenji. Kenji had thought the man was going to be embarrassed, but his gaze was so blissful that Kenji was startled. "Hey. What's with that look? Stop..."
He was cut off as Yoshito surged up and kissed him deeply. "Hey!" Kenji shouted, pushing his face away. "That was seriously disgusting! Sticking your tongue in my mouth after it's been on my dick! You're so gross!"
But Yoshito was unfazed. "Kenji-san..." he breathed. "I love you."
"I know," Kenji muttered. "You keep telling me."
"Do you think you can try to love me too?" Yoshito whispered.
Kenji frowned at him, but said nothing.
"Because I'll do anything for you. I'll keep doing _that_ for you. I'll do anything to make you happy. I'll work hard and get rich and give it all to you. Whatever you want, I'll do it for you."
Kenji's expression wavered, and he actually looked slightly impressed. "What's in it for you?" he wanted to know.
"This..." Yoshito breathed. With that, he took Kenji's hand and placed it on the swollen lump in his trousers.
Kenji's first reaction was to curse him out, but a split second later his brain got the message from his hand, and his angry words fell away. His hand was pressed up against what had to be the largest, hardest penis he had ever encountered in his life. "Damn, son, you're seriously packing!" he blurted out. "Holy shit, is that thing for real?"
"Oh, yes," Yoshito whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.
This time, Kenji didn't fight it. He was utterly fascinated by this massive cock and wanted nothing more than to see and experience it. If there was anything he loved almost as much as money, it was dick, and big dick was the best of all. He squeezed at the monster manhood through Yoshito's jeans.
Then, they both froze as noise came from the front of the house. "I'm home!" his mother's voice called.
"Shit." Kenji shoved Yoshito off of himself and jumped up. He set his clothing right, and ran out of the room.
Yoshito gathered his wits together, pulling himself back out of the happy euphoria he had been in. He glanced down at his lap, realized there was no way he could confront Mr. and Mrs. Miza with such an obvious erection, then grabbed the bag of laundry. He held it in front of himself to hide his arousal.
He walked out of the room and towards the entryway. "Oh, it's Kimura Cleaners!" Mr. Miza said. "Making deliveries this late?"
"Picking up some crap of Yuuji's," Kenji explained flatly. "You know that clumsy moron, probably spilled tea all down his kimono."
"Don't talk about your brother like that," his mother chided him.
"What? He _is_ a clumsy moron," Kenji insisted.
Mrs. Miza just clucked her tongue and turned her attention on Yoshito. "Thanks so much for your service!" she told him brightly.
"Oh, um, yes..." Yoshito mumbled. He felt incredibly embarrassed, and hurried out before he died on the spot.
He was shoving his feet into his shoes in the genkan, when he heard Kenji's voice from behind him. "Yo. Mr. Clean. I'll call ya."
He turned around, his eyes getting as wide as his smile. "Okay!"
Kenji rolled his eyes at the man's deliriously happy expression. "Fuck. You're the world's biggest dork." _With the world's biggest cock_, he smirked to himself in his head. "Go on. Get out."
Yoshito nodded furiously, and hurried away.
Twenty minutes later, he was in his own bedroom, having had a quick bath before bed. His head was full of happy thoughts about everything that had happened, when he saw his phone light up. The caller ID read, "Kenji-san" so of course he snatched it up and answered it. "Hello?" he answered breathlessly.
"Yo," Kenji replied. "It's me. So, uh, what're you doing?"
"Getting in bed," Yoshito answered honestly.
"You alone?"
"Of course!"
"Great. Now stick your hand down your underwear and play with that monster. Tell me all about it."
"Wh-what?!" Yoshito was surprised and overjoyed. "Y-You want to have phone sex with me?!"
"Yeah, isn't that obvious? Now, chop chop. Get on it."
"Oh... okay..." Yoshito switched the phone to his left hand, and reached into his boxers. He squeezed at himself. It didn't take much to get him fully hard, as just the sound of Kenji's voice was incredibly arousing to him. He was breathing heavily into the phone, but not saying any words.
"Come on, tell me what you're doing," Kenji prompted him irritably.
"Oh! Um... I'm, uh... I'm stroking it."
"You hard?"
"Oh, yeah..." Yoshito panted into the phone. "I'm so hard. Your voice gets me so hard."
"Oh, fuck yeah..." Kenji sighed. He was breathing heavily too, obviously jerking off as well. "Go on. More."
"Oh, Kenji-san..." Yoshito sighed. He let himself get swept away in the moment, forgetting any shame or shyness. "I'm so hard. And so big. It's all for you." He pumped faster at himself. "Kenji-san... I want to do you so badly."
His heart skipped a beat as Kenji let out a muffled moan in response. "Yeah, I'd like that," he panted. "I'd love to sit on that fucking monster. I'm gonna ride you like..."
But no more dirty words were necessary. Yoshito's circuits were already overloaded at the thought of Kenji impaled on his cock. He whimpered, pressing his lips tightly together, and moved his hand at lightning speed as he erupted all over himself.
"Oy!" Kenji sounded aggravated. "Don't tell me you already blew your load!"
"Ah... hah... yeah... I'm sorry..." Yoshito lay there in a daze.
"You fucking dweeb," Kenji snorted. "That was too fucking fast. I swear to God, you better be able to last longer than that when we actually fuck."
"When we actually f...?" Yoshito trailed off. His softening member quickly became hard again just from the idea. "Oh God, oh God, Kenji-san! When can we do that?"
"I don't know. We'll see. You play your cards right and it'll be sooner rather than later." Kenji's pride made him continue to play hard to get, but in reality he was dying to get on that impressive specimen of manhood.
"Oh, oh, Kenji-san." Yoshito was stroking himself again, aided by the slipperiness of his recent release.
"Whoa, you doing it again?" Kenji was impressed. "You're actually hard again already?"

"Oh, but speaking of that-" Yoshito perked up. "You do care, a little bit, because the other day you were asking him if they'd done it yet and you said they should have because they'd been going out for over a month, and..." Yoshito's face got red as he spoke faster and faster, getting worked up. "And you never really answered my question about that, you know?"

"What question?" Kenji's tone was icy.

Yoshito braved it and continued, his curiosity getting the better of him. "I wanted to know if you're okay with doing it right away when you start dating someone?" He was breathing heavily, clearly excited.

Kenji rolled his eyes. "I did give you an answer to that, you fucktard. I told you it was none of your damn business, you perv."

"Well, but!" Yoshito protested. "I mean, we... me and you?"

"Me and you _what_?" Kenji deadpanned at him.

"We're... we're kinda sorta dating, aren't we?" Yoshito asked hopefully.

"Ha! Dating? You're my meal ticket. That's all," Kenji informed him flatly.

"Oh, but..." Yoshito looked deflated, but continued. "You kissed me the other night..."

"Tch!" Kenji made an annoyed noise, loath to be reminded. "I felt sorry for your stupid ass. Down on your knees begging for scraps of affection, like some stray dog. Don't get ahead of yourself."

"Still!" Yoshito said, determined. "I'll take whatever I can get!"

"Just like a dog," Kenji muttered. "Gobbling up scraps." Louder he said, "Here. You can eat this last gyoza. I won't have room for my meat if I eat it."

"Oh, thank you!" Yoshito gushed, totally forgetting that he was paying for the entire meal.

After dinner was over, Yoshito drove Kenji back to the temple. Kenji paused while getting out. "Oh yeah. I forgot. My brother said there was a bag of laundry that really needed washing. Let me give it to you now and he can get it back faster."

"Oh, okay!" Yoshito turned the van off and hopped out before Kenji could stop him.

"What the hell are you doing? Just wait here!" Kenji protested.

"Oh, but I've already shut off the van, so..." He trotted alongside Kenji like a happy puppy.

"Ugh, whatever..." Kenji sighed. They entered the house, and slipped their shoes off. Kenji looked around. "Where did he put the bag?" he wondered. "Yo, Yuuji!" he called out.

There was no reply. The house was eerily quiet. "Where the fuck is everybody?" Kenji muttered.

"Maybe they went out too?" Yoshito suggested.

"Maybe." Kenji went down the hallway. He turned in annoyance to Yoshito, who was following him closely. "You! Wait in the genkan!"

"But... I really want to see your house!" Yoshito pleaded.

"You... _fine_. I don't care." Kenji hesitated at his brother's door. What if he and Tofu Boy were inside screwing? Kenji smirked. It would be funny to catch them in the act, he thought, and yanked the door open.

But the room was dark and silent. Kenji switched on the light and stepped inside. His eyes swept the room for the bag of laundry, but it was nowhere to be seen. "God, that aggravating little frizzy haired bastard," he muttered. "Where the hell did he put it?"

He turned, pushing past Yoshito, and headed for his own room. Inside, the bag of laundry was sitting on his bed. "There it is," he sighed. "But, ugh! Why did he have to put it on my bed? Probably full of his undershirts stained with Tofu Boy's cum. It's gonna stink up my comforter." He snatched it up and shoved it into Yoshito's arms. "Here. Dirty clothes. Your specialty."

Yoshito just grinned, but made no move to leave. He looked around the room. "Wow, so this is Kenji-san's room. It's so cool."

"Of course it is," Kenji muttered. "All right, that's enough looking. Get out."

"Aw, I've only been in here one minute," Yoshito begged. He plopped down on the bed, setting the laundry on the floor. "I've always dreamed of sitting on your bed." He was smiling dreamily.

"You're gross," Kenji told him. "For real. Get out."

Yoshito just looked up at him with his big, earnest puppy dog eyes. Kenji groaned. "For fuck's sake. You're the worst." He sat down on the bed as well. "Well, what? What do you want now? Want to see baby pictures of me or something?"

"Ooh, can I?" Yoshito clasped his hands together and looked hopeful.

"Creep," Kenji muttered. "No way."

But Yoshito just smiled. "That's okay. I didn't really want to see them. I'd really rather..." He leaned over suddenly, and kissed Kenji on the lips.

Kenji smacked him away. "What have I told you before?! It's a million years too early for you to be kissing me!"

"Aw, but why?" Yoshito wanted to know. "Kenji-san..." His voice dropped, and became serious. "I really do love you. And I'll do anything for you. Anything you want."

Kenji snarled at him. "What could I possibly want you to do for me?"

"I don't know, but I'll do whatever you tell me," Yoshito breathed. He leaned in again.

Kenji just stared at him, then he abruptly shoved Yoshito's head into his lap. "Fine, suck my dick, Mr. Clean," he laughed.

Yoshito's face flamed red, but he didn't miss a beat. He nuzzled his face into Kenji's crotch, earning a surprised groan from the priest. "Okay..." he murmured.

"Shit, you serious?" Kenji gasped. "I was just kidding. Get up. Get up already!"

But Yoshito was too into the idea. His hands worked at Kenji's button and zipper, getting them open. He mouthed at Kenji's half-hard cock through his boxers.

"Oh fuck..." Kenji groaned. In truth, it had been a really long time since he had had any sexual contact with anyone. He hadn't even really been bothering to masturbate much, so he was kind of pent up, and Yoshito's eager mouth felt so good.

He made one last halfhearted attempt to push Yoshito away, then he fell back onto his bed as Yoshito pulled his cock out and began to suck it directly.

"Shit..." Kenji moaned. He covered his face with his hand, his eyes rolling back in his head. He was completely hard within moments, and Yoshito's ministrations became even more energetic in reaction.

Yoshito stroked the shaft with his hand as he sucked steadily on the tip, bobbing his head slightly. "Mmm..." he moaned, his mouth full, as Kenji reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, making him bob faster and take more in.

Kenji was up on one elbow now, looking down on Yoshito as he worked. "Damn..." he groaned. "I'm... getting close. Do you swallow?"

Yoshito looked up at him, his eyes half lidded and full of lust. He pulled his mouth off, but continued to stroke rapidly with his hand. "Anything for you," he murmured.

"Fuck!" Kenji cried, as he felt the first wave of his orgasm ripple through his body. "Your mouth! Put it back...!" He trailed off into a cry of agonized ecstasy.

But it was too late. He was spurting out, all over Yoshito's face. The first pulse struck him square in the forehead, then the next splashed across his left cheek. When Kenji was finally done climaxing, he had made a glorious mess of Yoshito's entire face.

Yoshito was too stunned to move for a few moments, but when it began to drip down, he came to life and wiped his face with his hands. "I... uh..." He looked around for something to clean his hands with.

Kenji's eyes went to the foot of the bed, where his pajama bottoms were draped. "Here," he offered, handing the garment to Yoshito. Yoshito accepted it and wiped his hands and face. "Now stuff it in the bag with the rest of the cum rags," Kenji ordered him. "You can wash it tomorrow."

Yoshito nodded, then finally lifted his eyes to look at Kenji. Kenji had thought the man was going to be embarrassed, but his gaze was so blissful that Kenji was startled. "Hey. What's with that look? Stop..."

He was cut off as Yoshito surged up and kissed him deeply. "Hey!" Kenji shouted, pushing his face away. "That was seriously disgusting! Sticking your tongue in my mouth after it's been on my dick! You're so gross!"

But Yoshito was unfazed. "Kenji-san..." he breathed. "I love you."

"I know," Kenji muttered. "You keep telling me."

"Do you think you can try to love me too?" Yoshito whispered.

Kenji frowned at him, but said nothing.

"Because I'll do anything for you. I'll keep doing _that_ for you. I'll do anything to make you happy. I'll work hard and get rich and give it all to you. Whatever you want, I'll do it for you."

Kenji's expression wavered, and he actually looked slightly impressed. "What's in it for you?" he wanted to know.

"This..." Yoshito breathed. With that, he took Kenji's hand and placed it on the swollen lump in his trousers.

Kenji's first reaction was to curse him out, but a split second later his brain got the message from his hand, and his angry words fell away. His hand was pressed up against what had to be the largest, hardest penis he had ever encountered in his life. "Damn, son, you're seriously packing!" he blurted out. "Holy shit, is that thing for real?"

"Oh, yes," Yoshito whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.

This time, Kenji didn't fight it. He was utterly fascinated by this massive cock and wanted nothing more than to see and experience it. If there was anything he loved almost as much as money, it was dick, and big dick was the best of all. He squeezed at the monster manhood through Yoshito's jeans.

Then, they both froze as noise came from the front of the house. "I'm home!" his mother's voice called.

"Shit." Kenji shoved Yoshito off of himself and jumped up. He set his clothing right, and ran out of the room.

Yoshito gathered his wits together, pulling himself back out of the happy euphoria he had been in. He glanced down at his lap, realized there was no way he could confront Mr. and Mrs. Miza with such an obvious erection, then grabbed the bag of laundry. He held it in front of himself to hide his arousal.

He walked out of the room and towards the entryway. "Oh, it's Kimura Cleaners!" Mr. Miza said. "Making deliveries this late?"

"Picking up some crap of Yuuji's," Kenji explained flatly. "You know that clumsy moron, probably spilled tea all down his kimono."

"Don't talk about your brother like that," his mother chided him.

"What? He _is_ a clumsy moron," Kenji insisted.

Mrs. Miza just clucked her tongue and turned her attention on Yoshito. "Thanks so much for your service!" she told him brightly.

"Oh, um, yes..." Yoshito mumbled. He felt incredibly embarrassed, and hurried out before he died on the spot.

He was shoving his feet into his shoes in the genkan, when he heard Kenji's voice from behind him. "Yo. Mr. Clean. I'll call ya."

He turned around, his eyes getting as wide as his smile. "Okay!"

Kenji rolled his eyes at the man's deliriously happy expression. "Fuck. You're the world's biggest dork." _With the world's biggest cock_, he smirked to himself in his head. "Go on. Get out."

Yoshito nodded furiously, and hurried away.

Twenty minutes later, he was in his own bedroom, having had a quick bath before bed. His head was full of happy thoughts about everything that had happened, when he saw his phone light up. The caller ID read, "Kenji-san" so of course he snatched it up and answered it. "Hello?" he answered breathlessly.

"Yo," Kenji replied. "It's me. So, uh, what're you doing?"

"Getting in bed," Yoshito answered honestly.

"You alone?"

"Of course!"

"Great. Now stick your hand down your underwear and play with that monster. Tell me all about it."

"Wh-what?!" Yoshito was surprised and overjoyed. "Y-You want to have phone sex with me?!"

"Yeah, isn't that obvious? Now, chop chop. Get on it."

"Oh... okay..." Yoshito switched the phone to his left hand, and reached into his boxers. He squeezed at himself. It didn't take much to get him fully hard, as just the sound of Kenji's voice was incredibly arousing to him. He was breathing heavily into the phone, but not saying any words.

"Come on, tell me what you're doing," Kenji prompted him irritably.

"Oh! Um... I'm, uh... I'm stroking it."

"You hard?"

"Oh, yeah..." Yoshito panted into the phone. "I'm so hard. Your voice gets me so hard."

"Oh, fuck yeah..." Kenji sighed. He was breathing heavily too, obviously jerking off as well. "Go on. More."

"Oh, Kenji-san..." Yoshito sighed. He let himself get swept away in the moment, forgetting any shame or shyness. "I'm so hard. And so big. It's all for you." He pumped faster at himself. "Kenji-san... I want to do you so badly."

His heart skipped a beat as Kenji let out a muffled moan in response. "Yeah, I'd like that," he panted. "I'd love to sit on that fucking monster. I'm gonna ride you like..."

But no more dirty words were necessary. Yoshito's circuits were already overloaded at the thought of Kenji impaled on his cock. He whimpered, pressing his lips tightly together, and moved his hand at lightning speed as he erupted all over himself.

"Oy!" Kenji sounded aggravated. "Don't tell me you already blew your load!"

"Ah... hah... yeah... I'm sorry..." Yoshito lay there in a daze.

"You fucking dweeb," Kenji snorted. "That was too fucking fast. I swear to God, you better be able to last longer than that when we actually fuck."

"When we actually f...?" Yoshito trailed off. His softening member quickly became hard again just from the idea. "Oh God, oh God, Kenji-san! When can we do that?"

"I don't know. We'll see. You play your cards right and it'll be sooner rather than later." Kenji's pride made him continue to play hard to get, but in reality he was dying to get on that impressive specimen of manhood.

"Oh, oh, Kenji-san." Yoshito was stroking himself again, aided by the slipperiness of his recent release.

"Whoa, you doing it again?" Kenji was impressed. "You're actually hard again already?"