Swingr, 4/5
A few months back, Nino wouldn’t have imagined having sex at 2:00 in the afternoon on a random Wednesday. With his work schedule, he usually slept until 1:00 or 2:00, getting up to wash clothes, eat and have a beer, and then play games until it was time to get back to the 24/7 Super Store It.
But now with Swingr, his afternoons were becoming a bit more active.
Unlike most of their other guests, Ohno Satoshi from Aomori was on a similar schedule. A fisherman, he went out in the middle of the night on a boat with other men from his company, arriving back at the harbor with the day’s catch after sunrise. He was used to working at night, sleeping during the day. In Tokyo to visit a fishing expo out at Makuhari Messe, he didn’t seem too upset that their apartment wasn’t all that close to it.
In fact, Nino doubted there was much that would really upset their easygoing guest, who used the screen name EnormousCock3104 on Swingr. When he’d sent his request, Nino had overridden Jun’s veto (“it has to be spam, Nino”) and sent a message asking only one thing.
Prove it.
The photos received in return had made the both of them laugh. Enormous…well, Nino had seen bigger in his life, mostly in porn, but their guest was not entirely lying. And Nino knew his own limits for what he could handle. Ohno Satoshi’s cock, at least from the photos provided, was just on the edge of what he knew could take.
Since Ohno-san’s waking hours matched Nino’s, he’d requested sex with Roommate K only during his negotiations for the room. Jun’s jealousy was apparently tempered with the knowledge that Sakurai Sho would be visiting for a ten night stay soon. Nino was already praying that it would result in a video sequel.
Ohno had arrived the night before. He wasn’t a big guy, built short and slim like Nino was, which made the contents of his boxer shorts all the more impressive. He was tanned and laid-back, showing up at their apartment with only a small duffel bag despite his plans to stay for three days for the fishing expo. He was quiet too, saying little, at least until Nino woke up shortly after 1:00 PM to find Ohno knocking on his door with a pair of handcuffs, wearing only a black t-shirt that read “Hook Me” and a wry smile. He’d been to the morning session of the expo and was looking for a little afternoon delight.
Ohno tapped one of the metal cuffs against the door, waking Nino up easily. “You said this was cool, right?”
By 2:00, his aching jaw could finally not take any more of EnormousCock3104, and it was time for his body to take over. Ohno had attached the cuffs with gentle attention, and so Nino’s arms were back behind his head, wrists shackled to the headboard of his own bed. His guest didn’t seem to mind that Nino had Mario sheets covered in unsexy green pipes and mushrooms.
Ohno had his hands at the top of the headboard, holding on and moaning perfectly while Nino had taken as much of him in his mouth as he’d been able. Unable to do much more than suck cock, Nino was drooling unattractively. With a wiggle of his body, he got Ohno’s attention.
He looked down, seeing the slight distress in Nino’s face. “Ah, sorry.”
Ohno pulled back, cock slipping out of Nino’s mouth. He shimmied back, perching himself over Nino, resting a hand on either side of him. “Hey,” he said quietly, “I’ve got a blindfold too. Mind wearing that while I fuck you?”
Nino raised an eyebrow, moving his wrists and hearing the sharp clang of the cuffs against the headboard. “What’s next, you gonna duck tape my mouth shut too?”
Ohno’s smile was wicked, his thumb running along Nino’s exhausted lips, wiping a bit of saliva away. “Only if you want me to.”
“I will pass,” Nino decided, gesturing with his head at Ohno’s cock. “If I’ve gotta take all of that up my ass, I’d like the option to shout a bit.”
“You’re very honest, Ninomiya-san.”
“Says the guy with Enormous Cock in his screen name.”
Ohno winked at him. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll be right here,” Nino said, jangling the cuffs again. “Obviously.”
A minute later Ohno was back, and Nino rolled his eyes. It wasn’t really a blindfold but an adorable sleeping mask shaped like a cartoon goldfish.
“You can fuck a guy wearing a goldfish mask? You can get hard, stay hard, plow a guy in the ass while he’s got that on his face? Be honest, Ohno-san, do you like fish or do you like fish?”
Ohno laughed, giving Nino’s thigh a soft smack. “I really should tape your mouth shut, shouldn’t I?”
“Alright, put it on me.”
Ohno obliged, crawling across Nino’s mattress to slip the goldfish mask onto him. It fit just right, not too loose and not too tight. He shut his eyes, biting his lip knowing that now he was pretty much at his guest’s mercy. Arms up, sight gone. And Nino couldn’t help but enjoy it. He kind of liked being a bit helpless.
“When does Matsumoto-san come back?”
“After 6:00. Why?”
“Just curious.” He felt Ohno’s rough hand rest on his stomach. “Would you like to pick a safe word?”
“So long as it’s not related to fish,” Nino replied. “Or the ocean. Or a lake. Quite frankly, anything related to water is no go for me right now.” Nino knew how crazy he had to look, completely naked against Mario sheets, handcuffed and wearing a goldfish mask.
He felt Ohno’s fingers steadily tracing along his ribs. “How about Mario?”
“Nah.”
“Luigi.”
“Nope.”
“It’s a safe word, Ninomiya-san, and I don’t actually want you to have cause to use it. Does it matter?”
Nino smiled, knowing that even a calm, relaxed guy like Ohno-san could get impatient. “Let’s go with…Zelda.”
“Whatever.”
Unable to see, unable to use his hands, the sensations from Ohno’s touch, from Ohno’s hot mouth on his skin, were heightened, almost overwhelming. No wonder Ohno had asked when Jun was coming home. He really wanted to draw it out. Unlike Nino, moaning and writhing, Ohno was utterly silent, using only his hands and his tongue to let Nino know he was still there.
As the afternoon went on, Nino wondered if Ohno even planned to fuck him that day, so occupied was he with other things. After exploring and touching, he jerked Nino off, the roughness of his hand providing incredible friction. All he could do was arch up, cry out, and then just lie there as Ohno cleaned him up - licking up half the come from his stomach himself and wiping the rest with a damp cloth. But he wasn’t done.
Next was the torturous session of kisses, Ohno’s mouth starting on the underside of Nino’s arm, down down down his body. Soft, wet kisses along his neck, his chest, down his abdomen. Across his hip bones, even his knees. And all Nino could do was allow it, even when Ohno’s tongue against his cock had him close to spitting out a desperate “Zelda” of protest.
Nino had no idea how much time had passed, but Ohno had him hard again. This time Ohno used his mouth, bringing Nino close again and again, on the brinking of coming before stopping. Nino’s panting breaths and desperate begging seemed to have no effect. No matter how many times Nino begged for Ohno to fuck him, the man kept taking his time.
Ohno finally let him come again, and by then he was so exhausted from all the teasing, from the strain of being cuffed to his headboard that he finally raised his foot off the bed, trying to give his guest a kick.
“Oi,” he protested. “What’s wrong with you? When are we going to do this?”
Ohno snorted. “You like it.”
“That’s…that’s besides the point,” Nino mumbled, still riding his second, incredible high.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I’ve been told it can be…a bit…too much?”
Nino arched his hips up, shaking his head. “Oh, stop humble bragging about your dick and fuck me with it.”
It didn’t take long for Ohno to get him ready, since Nino had been anticipating the guy’s arrival all week. But he was still pretty sure he’d never been so full in his life, crying out in shock when Ohno finally buried himself to the hilt.
“Told you,” Ohno said, leaning forward to brush a kiss to the dumb mask covering Nino’s eyes.
“Stop…bragging.”
Ohno pulled back until Nino felt the loss of it keenly, arching up to take all of him back inside. Each thrust seemed slower than the one that had come before it, Nino biting his lip and panting as he felt Ohno slide in and out of him over and over again. Nino felt every single perfect inch of him, and though he usually got impatient, wanting it rough and fast, he discovered that slow and steady wasn’t so bad either.
Unable to see, only able to feel, he was able to really enjoy it. Every sensation was a shock, a spark, Ohno’s deft fingers drawing unknown shapes on his chest as he rocked against him.
“Thought you’d like to know you look really hot right now,” Ohno admitted some time later, the first words he’d spoken since they’d started to fuck.
Nino shook his head. “I don’t believe you.”
A sudden snap of Ohno’s hips made him cry out.
“Well. The face you just made now was kind of ugly,” Ohno teased.
“You are officially banned from visiting this apartment again.”
“I don’t believe you either.”
Finally, Ohno seemed to give in to his more primal urges, thrusting harder, though still not enough to give Nino cause for concern. Soon Ohno was close, his kisses against Nino’s neck growing desperate. Nino moaned, Ohno’s grip tight on his leg and possessive. The gasp of pleasure Ohno let out when he came was something Nino would have to replay in his head for a while, at least until he let the strange guy visit again.
As soon as Ohno was gone, Nino felt empty, a bit used and discarded. Especially when a few minutes went by and his guest ought to have been able to dispose of his condom by now.
“Hey!” he called out, stuck there with his sheets smelling like sweaty sex and latex. “Hey, where’d you go?”
“Just…just a minute, Nino!”
He grumbled, squirming a little. He had an itch on his back that he simply was not going to be able to reach until Ohno uncuffed him. “What are you doing? Taking a shit? Get back in here already!”
He heard a creak of the floorboard a minute or so later, and then Ohno’s hand was patting his head. “Sorry, I thought I’d put it on my key ring, but it was actually at the bottom of my bag. The handcuff key.”
He felt Ohno’s touch, a firm hold on his wrist as he moved to turn the key. When Ohno’s hand stilled, Nino wiggled his wrist.
“What, you don’t wanna keep going, do you? Give me a break, EnormousCock3104, I’m going to need a while to recover here…”
“Um. Ninomiya-san.”
He sighed in impatience. “What is it?”
“This…might be the wrong key.”
A shiver ran down Nino’s spine. When he spoke, he hoped he sounded calm. “Pardon me?”
He felt Ohno trying to jam the key in the handcuff again. He then moved over, climbing over Nino to kneel on his other side, to try the other one. Nino heard the unsuccessful sound of metal on metal a few more times before Ohno’s grip on his wrist relaxed.
“Um…so this is…” Ohno sounded embarrassed. “This is definitely the wrong key.”
“Ohno-san.”
“Yes?”
“I am going to murder you.”
“Ah, let me check. Maybe it’s still in my bag…”
“How many pairs of handcuffs do you own that you’d have cause to carry multiple keys with you?!”
“Let me go get my bag.”
“Oi!” he hollered when Ohno left him alone again. “Oi, get back here! At least get the fucking fish mask off my face! Ohno-san!”
The key was definitely not in Ohno’s small bag. Nor was it on his key ring or anywhere else on his person. It was not in the new tackle box that he’d bought at the expo, and it had not fallen under or behind the bed in the third bedroom. Ohno was, simply speaking, a fucking forgetful moron.
They tried one of the hairpins that Kiko-chan had left behind in the bathroom. They tried a paper clip. Numerous suggestions on the Internet failed them. Especially the suggestion that Nino simply had to let Ohno break bones in his hand to slip the cuffs off. He wasn’t that desperate yet. Finally, Nino had Ohno look up the serial number on the handcuffs themselves, finding a local adult store that had the same pair in stock. The nearest location was near Ueno Station.
“I’m not letting you leave me here cuffed to my own fucking bed,” Nino hissed.
Ohno checked his phone. “Well, it’s 5:14 now. You said Matsumoto-san comes back after 6:00? He could stay with you while I go to the store.”
Nino shut his eyes, head falling back and thunking against the headboard at the thought of Jun finding him like this. “Oh my god, why is this my life?”
“I’m really sorry, Nino.” Ohno patted his belly softly. “If you need to pee, I can go get a cup or a bottle or something. Whatever I can do to make this easier for you.”
“That’s really sweet. And also really disgusting.”
Ohno sighed. “Do you want me to make you something to eat? Or we could have sex again to pass the time. Maybe you’ll feel better if you get off again.”
Nino scowled at him. “Get me my phone.”
Ohno diligently held the phone to Nino’s ear while he explained everything. He didn’t trust Ohno to go to the store and buy the right thing, so he begged Jun to do it. Once Jun had finished laughing, he asked Nino to give him the serial number for the cuffs, promising to help.
When it grew quiet in Nino’s bedroom again, Ohno curled up beside him, snuggling close. Nino didn’t want to admit it, but it felt nice.
“If I pay you guys double for the room, will you promise not to murder me?” Ohno asked gently.
“You’ll pay triple,” Nino bargained, “and I will take your request under consideration.”
“Okay.” He felt Ohno nuzzling against his neck. “You sure I can’t blow you again?”
Nino rolled his eyes, both at Ohno’s suggestion and at his own dick for betraying him, hardening at the thought of Ohno sucking him off one more time.
“You still have to pay triple.”
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It was after midnight, and he and Sho had just finished the bottle of wine he’d brought as a gift for his extended stay. Jun was a little tipsy and hoping things would head in a good direction. Tomorrow was Saturday, usually a busy day at the banquet hall, but they were closed this weekend for some repainting. Jun had a paid day off. Sho didn’t have to go into the office tomorrow either so the night was theirs.
Sho set down his empty wine glass, his plump lips stained a bit from the Merlot. He leaned over, voice low. “I have an idea.”
Jun wrapped an arm around Sho’s back, scooting closer. “I’m all ears.”
“Why don’t we go surprise Nino at work?”
Jun’s eye twitched.
“Don’t you think that would be fun?” Sho asked, setting his hand on Jun’s thigh and giving him a squeeze. “I’ve never actually been to one of those places before.”
“It’s a storage facility, Sho-san, not a tourist attraction.”
“Come on,” Sho encouraged, pressing a kiss to the side of Jun’s face. “Come on, let’s go have a look around.”
Begrudgingly, Jun agreed. They changed out of their pajama bottoms and into jeans, slipping on sneakers and heading out.
Jun should have known someone like Sakurai Sho would be fascinated with something as boring as a 24-hour storage facility. All the signs had been there. Before they’d had sex the other night, Sho had insisted that Jun let him finish watching a documentary about hydroelectric power first. The heavy doorstop of a book on Sho’s nightstand in the third bedroom chronicled Meiji-era government reforms. Of course that guy would be riveted by storage units.
They walked over together, Jun hoping that for once Nino would assume some measure of responsibility in his life, would say that late-night access to the 24/7 Super Store It was for customers only. But Jun knew Nino. Jun knew Nino all too well.
“Sho-chan!” came Nino’s voice through the intercom at the double glass doors of the facility’s entrance. “What’s up?”
“Is it okay if we come in and look around?”
Jun looked over, saw that little had changed since the last time he’d been to Nino’s place of employment. The facility was locked down at night, and access was granted only to customers who had to enter a 5-digit code on the pad next to the front door. Jun knew that at least three different security cameras were pointed at him and Sho right now.
“Of course!” Nino cheered. “Let me buzz you in.”
The 24/7 Super Store It took up most of the block. It was a five-story concrete monstrosity consisting of long corridors full of bright orange steel doors that rolled up in an automated fashion. Each storage unit was operated with a control panel next to it, serving as a security measure since keys could be lost or stolen. Nino in the manager’s office could open and close any unit he needed to remotely in case a customer forgot their access code and needed to have it reset.
The manager’s office was just inside the lobby, back behind a reception desk that was only open during daylight hours when most customers stopped by. Sometimes Nino would go an entire week without anyone visiting during his shift. It was a job that perfectly suited someone like Nino.
Tonight Nino didn’t seem to mind the interruption to his usual routine, opening the door to his office to find him and Sho standing in the dimly-lit lobby. A fern in the corner looked almost desperate to be watered, and Jun could never understand the appeal of working in such a sterile, empty place.
He escorted the two of them into his office. He had a desk with three computer monitors hooked up, each monitor full of smaller video feeds corresponding to the cameras throughout the storage facility. Nino let Sho sit in his comfortable chair, their houseguest looking utterly fascinated by the feeds even if each of them looked very similar to Jun, showing deserted concrete halls full of closed orange doors.
Nino rested his hands on the back of the chair. “When you’re ready, Sho-chan, I can give you the tour.”
“Why would he need a tour?” Jun scoffed. “Every floor is exactly the same.”
“Perhaps,” Nino said, “but we’ve got four different Free-for-Alls right now.”
Sho turned in the chair, looking up with a giddy, toothy smile. “What’s a Free-for-All?”
“It means that someone has not paid their rent in three months. After three months of inactivity on an account, the unit’s contents are forfeited by the owner, and we can take what we want. Employees, I mean. It’s usually a bunch of junk anyhow. Most of it just gets auctioned off at the end of the month to the public.”
“Amazing,” Sho remarked, although Jun wasn’t quite there in terms of being impressed. He couldn’t imagine going to the effort of storing his things in a place like this and simply abandoning them. Or just forgetting.
“Now,” Nino said, leaning forward so his face was even with Sho’s. “I could unlock the doors from in here, but maybe it would be more fun if we go see what’s inside for ourselves. I’ll even let you pick out a souvenir from one of the Free-for-Alls, my treat.”
Jun rolled his eyes, but Sho was super excited. Probably because he’d had more wine than Jun had, too.
Sho held out his hand, and Nino shook it.
“Ninomiya-san, let’s go check it out.”
The Free-for-All units were scattered throughout the facility, and they climbed the shadowy stairwell up to the top floor to access the first one, Unit 5-282. Nino’s only managerial rule for their visit was that they couldn’t use the freight elevator. That was for customers. The day manager had reset the Free-for-All access codes for staff access only, and Nino had scribbled them down on a piece of paper. He let the giggly, enthusiastic Sakurai go to the control panel beside 5-282 himself.
“6-9-6-9.”
While Sho giggled yet again, entering the code, Nino showed Jun a knowing smile. The day manager was just about as mature as Nino was.
The door lifted automatically once Sho typed in the code, the creaking sound of it opening echoing down the empty corridor. There was a motion-activated light inside the unit that turned on when Sho stepped inside. Unit 5-282 was not terribly impressive. There were only a few boxes that someone had written “Summer Clothes” on in marker. Nino opened another box, finding some old magazines.
Jun merely waited in the hall, leaning against another steel door and lamenting the way his evening had turned out. Not only was he not getting laid, but he was standing by while Sho tried to determine if he wanted to keep a coffee-stained March 1993 copy of Shukan Shincho as his souvenir.
“I think I’ll wait downstairs,” he announced when Sho eventually decided to sit down on the floor of the unit and actually read some of the magazines. “I’ll be in the office.”
“Whatever,” Nino said dismissively.
Jun walked quickly back downstairs, shivering a little in the climate-controlled facility. He was happy to find that Nino had a zip-up hoodie in the office. Even if Nino was a few sizes smaller, the hoodie fit well enough. He sat in Nino’s chair, spinning around in his boredom. He played a game on his phone for a while, if only to keep himself awake. Once Sho picked his stupid souvenir, perhaps he could still talk him into a handjob or something when they got back.
He spun in the chair again, but soon he heard a buzzing sound in the lobby. He hurried to the glass, peeking through the blinds to see a middle-aged sad sack of a man enter the facility. Since he’d known the code for the door, he was obviously a customer.
“Shit,” Jun muttered, watching the man shuffle off in the direction of the freight elevator.
But when he turned back to the monitor, looking for the video feed closest to Unit 5-282, he couldn’t see any open doors. By now, it seemed that Nino and Sho had moved on to another Free-For-All. Scanning the monitors quickly, he spotted an open unit on the fourth floor.
“You have to be fucking kidding me!”
Grabbing Nino’s mouse and clicking on the feed made it take up the whole screen as Nino had shown them earlier. In black and white, he could see that one of the units on the fourth floor was currently occupied by his roommate and their houseguest. While Sho was seated on a box inside the unit, his jeans and boxers around his ankles, Nino was there on his knees and from the steady bobbing of his head, it was pretty obvious what those two idiots were up to. When he saw Sho’s hand move, resting on top of Nino’s head in encouragement, Jun gave the computer monitor a smack.
“How the hell can you give him a blowjob in a storage unit?” he shouted at the Nino on the screen, oblivious to his outrage.
Jun rolled his eyes, checking the other feeds for the customer who’d entered. He was currently on the elevator feed, looking bored as he itched the inside of his nose and then flicked a booger into the corner of the elevator. Jun shuddered.
He turned back, seeing that Nino was moving a little faster, probably had Sho halfway to coming already. He watched for a few seconds, torn between jealousy and disgust, before realizing that the customer in the elevator was getting off on the fourth floor.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Jun complained. “Stop already.”
They had to have heard the elevator ding. But then again, they probably thought it was Jun and wouldn’t bother to stop because of him. Perverts.
He scrambled to the computer, hurriedly typing in the number for the Free-for-All unit that was currently experiencing a Free-for-All of its own inside. Jun typed the number of the unit into the system control program as Nino had done earlier, finding the four-digit code to lock the door.
“I can’t believe I’m saving your asses right now,” he grumbled, typing in the override.
As the customer headed down the corridor, Jun watched the door on Nino and Sho’s unit start to close. Nino tried to smack Sho’s hand away from his head, tried to scramble away, but he could see Sho starting to arch his ass up off the box, was full on fucking Nino’s mouth by the time the door closed on them.
Jun sat back in the chair, laughing. He’d just saved Nino’s job, hadn’t he? God, if the customer had walked by and seen that…
He sat by, watched as the customer keyed in his code and entered his own unit. It was full of stacks and stacks of CDs, poster tubes, and as far as Jun could tell from squinting, it was all merchandise of young idol girls. He cringed, watching the customer pick up a CD, running his fingers over it lovingly before starting to kiss it.
Jun counted, and the guy kissed 43 CDs before unrolling one of his posters and giving it a kiss as well. Task completed, the guy closed the door and headed back to the elevator. Jun waited for the guy to come down in the elevator and exit the facility completely before running up the stairs to the fourth floor.
Nino wasn’t a complete fool, so he probably hadn’t banged on the door for help when the customer was just down the corridor. Jun approached the control panel, typing in the same access code. The door screeched open, revealing Sho sitting on the box looking glum, still with his pants around his ankles. Nino was standing there, arms crossed in irritation.
“You could have gotten on the intercom and warned us,” Nino growled at him.
“I don’t know how to work your fucking intercom,” Jun complained. “And you had plenty of time to get your mouth off his dick before the door closed all the way.”
“The light goes off if the door’s closed, Jun,” Nino informed him. “The motion sensor doesn’t activate even if we’re in here. You left us sitting in the dark for like, half an hour.”
“You could have been caught, dumbass! That perverted uncle you just missed was in his storage unit making out with AKB CDs,” Jun pointed out, gesturing at Sho’s sad, limp cock. “Was it worth it? Was it worth it, almost losing your job to give head in a storage unit?”
Sho sighed, getting to his feet and tugging up his boxers, then his jeans, before picking up a t-shirt that he’d set aside on another box. He held it up for Jun’s inspection. It was a gray t-shirt for the Rolling Stones 1997 Bridges to Babylon tour. “Found this though.”
“Do you even like the Rolling Stones?” Jun asked him.
Sho shrugged. “Sort of.”
He turned on his heel, waving his hands in fury. “I’m going home! You’re welcome!”
When Sho didn’t follow him, Jun couldn’t say he was all that surprised.
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24/7 Super Store It
FOUR out of FIVE stars: Based on 19 reviews
Type: Self Storage
Location: Nishi-iko, Adachi, Tokyo
Takafumi Y.
Tokyo, Japan
2 friends
18 reviews
FIVE out of FIVE stars
Convenient location, reasonable prices. When I ran out of room in my apartment for various items, I turned to 24/7 Super Store It. Facility accessible at all hours with minimal interference from staff, much appreciated. Privacy respected!!!
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“How long do you think he’s going to be mad at us?” Sho asked, sitting at Nino’s side on the train. Jun was still fuming the following day, childishly sitting by himself at the other end of the car.
“Jun-kun?” Nino mused aloud, watching his roommate sulk. “Oh, he’ll be mad until he gets to have sex with you again.”
Sho simply nodded, likely agreeing. “He was already asleep when I got home from visiting you.”
It had been an awkward day so far. For the second time in a month, Nino had been trapped somewhere. This time it wasn’t handcuffs at least, but it had still been scary, sitting there in the dark with Sho, who’d started fretting about having to resort to cannibalism in the event that nobody came to let them out.
Nino had finished his shift, coming home to the apartment to find Jun partaking in a very angry breakfast. He’d been angrily eating his rice, angrily shoving tamagoyaki in his mouth. Sho had been seated across from him, looking petrified but obviously hungry enough to stay at the table and eat. Nino had simply shaken his head, going to bed.
This evening the three of them were off to Chiba to be guests at Aiba’s restaurant for dinner. It was time they took advantage of the free meal they were owed for helping out his brother. Aiba knew Sho was coming too, and he was rather excited since Nino had sent him a copy of the infamous Jun and Sho sex tape. Aiba had been sending Nino enthusiastic LINE messages all day, claiming that he was “mega mega proud” to host “Japan’s Greatest Butt” in his humble restaurant.
Nino knew that Jun would behave once they got to the restaurant. He was pretty good at being a grown-up in public, but Jun had spent the rest of his day acting like a martyr for what he’d done the night before. Locking them into the storage unit so that the customer wouldn’t find the night manager sucking cock six units away and report him for it.
Nino had to admit that Jun had made the right call, that Jun had saved him, and that losing his night manager position would be the worst thing possible. He couldn’t imagine any other job giving him the same amount of freedom. Especially the freedom to sit around watching so much porn. But Jun’s jealous little hissy fit meant that Nino wasn’t in a particularly thankful mood. He’d let Jun stew in his feelings for a few hours more, figuring he and Sho could make it up to him after dinner anyway.
They left the train, Jun walking briskly in the direction Aiba had told them to go. They found the Shanghai Smiles restaurant tucked into a residential neighborhood. A sign on the restaurant’s main entrance noted that they were “Closed for a Private Event” that evening. Nino sighed at the sight of it. Aiba and his brother were still trying to get their money back from the makeup scam. It was pretty foolish to give up an entire night’s worth of revenue, but he supposed that Aiba didn’t much care.
Jun knocked on the door, and Aiba himself opened it, explaining that his brother and one of the other line cooks would take care of everything that night. The restaurant had a simple charm to it, white walls and white tables and chairs, the walls adorned with various framed photographs of places Nino presumed were in China. Most of the tables had been pushed aside, leaving a round table in the center of the restaurant with a Lazy Susan. Nino stopped in his tracks when he saw Ohno Satoshi rise from one of the seats and wave to them.
Jun was just as surprised. “Why are you here?”
Aiba circled the table, wrapping an arm around Ohno’s shoulder. “We’re friends now!”
“You live in Aomori,” Nino pointed out.
Ohno shrugged. “I helped Aiba-kun’s brother sell some of his makeup so he invited me to come down for the weekend.”
Nino shuddered a little, imagining that several women in Aomori were now breaking out or looking awful because of the cheap ass pyramid scheme makeup. Oh well.
The five of them sat down around the table, and further introductions were made. When Sho found out what Ohno-san’s screen name was on Swingr, Nino was pretty sure his asshole had clenched in fright. Aiba, however, had only smiled, taking a long sip of beer. Apparently he’d already seen EnormousCock3104 for himself. Nino wondered if Ohno had brought the right handcuff key with him this time.
Despite the Aiba brothers’ mutual weirdness, their culinary skills were excellent. Yusuke brought out several dishes for them to share, bowing humbly and thanking them again for helping him out with his “recent problem.” The dinner went very smoothly from there, even though Sho hadn’t met Aiba or Ohno before. Sho’s chattiness and Aiba’s friendliness kept the conversation going as they all stuffed themselves, and with a little food and beer in him, even Jun was in more agreeable spirits.
It wasn’t until the plates were cleared and Yusuke had gone upstairs for the night that Aiba laid out his proposal.
“We should fuck,” he said plainly, tapping the table with his beer bottle.
Nino and Sho looked at each other, not sure which direction Aiba had been looking. They turned, seeing equal confusion on Jun and Ohno’s faces.
“We who?” Jun asked, crossing his arms.
“We all of us,” Aiba said simply.
“Forgive me, Aiba-san,” Sho said diplomatically, “but it sounds like you’re proposing an orgy.”
“It is exactly what I’m proposing,” Aiba insisted. “And before you interrupt, let me lay it out for you. We all have Swingr to thank for finding Nino and Jun-kun, and I think the rest of us can agree that they’re really great in bed.”
Nino met Jun’s eyes, saw the panic rising in his face.
Aiba continued before Sho could stop him. “I’ve never participated in an orgy before. You can’t always control who will be there and what will go down, and that’s a bit scary, right? But I think it’s safe to say we’re all pretty normal guys. No murderers or nutjobs or anything. No undisclosed STDs either. We can trust each other. And as far as a fivesome goes, I think we all bring something to the table. As for me, I bring a wild and adventurous spirit! A can-do attitude, if you will. Ohno-san, you are packing some serious firepower.”
Ohno acknowledged the compliment by merely raising his beer bottle, having a sip. None of this seemed to be weirding him out.
Aiba looked to Jun. “Jun-kun’s great in the sack. Attentive, incredible stamina. Good cuddler.”
Jun looked ready to melt in his chair and turn into a puddle of embarrassment on the floor.
“Sho-san, I don’t know you but I feel like I do since Nino sent me that great video of you and Jun. Nice muscles. And what a butt!” Aiba then turned, looking at Nino with a smile. “And of course, our Nino.”
He leaned forward, wondering exactly what part of him Aiba was planning to compliment.
“Our Nino has such a fine sense of humor.”
“Oi!” he hollered, smacking the table with his fist. “What about my butt? Or my dick? What about my stamina? What about my spirit?!”
“Please keep it down,” Aiba said calmly. “I’d rather not have to explain this to my brother, you know.”
Nino felt Sho’s hand wrap around his, squeezing. “I think you have spirit, Nino,” he said teasingly, and Nino smacked him away.
Silence descended on Shanghai Smiles, the five of them save for Aiba desperate to avoid eye contact even though they were sitting in a circle. An orgy? Seriously? Aiba was out of his mind.
Finally, Jun spoke. “You’re not proposing that we do this tonight, are you?”
Aiba shook his head. “Oh no no, Oh-chan and I were up late last night. I’m still limping.”
Aiba’s honest admission had Nino breaking down, thumping his head on the table, unable to keep from laughing. Nino’s laughter ended up setting the rest of them off - Aiba, Sho, Ohno…and finally Jun joined in, the five of them cracking up, all of them somewhere between pleasantly buzzed and enjoyably drunk.
When he looked up again, wiping a tear of amusement from his eye, Aiba was looking at him with hope in his face. “If it sucks, we don’t have to do it again,” Aiba said. “I think it might be fun. Plus, with that many dicks in play, everybody wins.”
“And where are you proposing we do this? I’m not fucking four other people in a double bed,” Jun said.
“But if we push the table out of the way in your living room, we could use the floor,” Sho suggested. “If we lay out futons, our knees won’t hurt. It’d be comfortable for everyone.”
“And it would be like a school trip,” Ohno chimed in.
“I don’t recall fucking four of my friends on any school trips, Ohno-san,” Nino said.
“You went to a pretty boring school,” Ohno said simply, having another sip of beer that left the room a bit stunned.
Aiba finally spoke again. “If it’s not the five of us, I don’t think it would work,” he admitted. “I mean, especially now that I’ve brought it up, I can’t imagine only four of us doing it and leaving someone out. We don’t have to do it tonight. We can work out something that meets all our schedules. Oh-chan’s up in Aomori, and I know that Sho-san lives out of town but…I know this can work. We can make it work.”
Nino stuck his arm out, hand hovering in the middle of the round table. “So long as you all pay if you’re staying overnight, I’m in.”
Aiba smiled in gratitude, resting his hand on top of Nino’s. “Great! I’m obviously in.”
Ohno’s hand was next. “Me three!”
“Ohno-san, you are banned from bringing handcuffs to the orgy,” Nino said.
Sho looked confused. “Huh?”
“You don’t wanna know,” Jun replied.
“Fair enough,” Ohno said.
Nino looked beside him, saw Sho was obviously weighing the pros and cons of fucking all four of them. With each passing second, Nino was becoming increasingly fond of the idea. Aiba had actually been right - they all did bring something to the table that Nino liked. And if someone gave Nino an ultimatum right then and there, telling him that he could only sleep with one of them ever again, he knew he’d be unable to choose. And that feeling was what told him this was worth trying. Even if it only happened once.
When Sho looked up, he wasn’t looking at the three hands already stacked in the middle of the table. He was looking across to Jun, who had his arms crossed and looked very much undecided.
“Matsumoto-san,” Sho said calmly. “It’s your apartment, too.”
Jun was quiet, looking down, still unsure.
Sho made his choice, laying his hand down on top of Ohno’s and offering a shy smile. “What can I say? If everyone else has gotten the EnormousCock3104 experience, I don’t want to be left out.”
Ohno merely offered Sho a suggestive wink.
Four sets of eyes turned in Jun’s direction. He was red as a tomato, as adorable as Nino had ever seen him. Jun with all his rules of engagement. Jun who’d always been so picky about his sex partners.
“It’s no go without you, Jun,” Aiba said quietly.
“Aiba-san,” Jun muttered. “Do you have any vodka?”
Aiba’s face offered no judgment. “Um, it’s upstairs, but there’s a bottle of Jack in the kitchen somewhere, and…”
Jun’s chair scooted back with a noisy scrape against the floor, and he headed for the kitchen of Shanghai Smiles. The four of them waited, hands still together. Nino looked across the table, met Aiba’s gaze. Aiba only nodded.
In a few moments Jun was back, the bottle of Jack Daniel’s tucked under his arm. He proceeded to ignore their waiting hands, opening the bottle with little grace. The four of them then watched as he chugged way more of the whiskey than was probably a good idea. He slammed the bottle down on the table. wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Nino was fairly certain he’d never been so turned on at the sight of his roommate before.
Sho winced a little when Jun slapped his palm down on top of his hand.
“Alright,” Jun said. “I’ll do it.”
part five