Swingr, 2/5
User: LuvLotteMarines
Location: Hanamigawa, Chiba, JAPAN
Swing Pad Visited: KJAdachi83
Location: Adachi, Tokyo, JAPAN
Rating: FIVE out of FIVE
i could not believe i was the first visitor to this swing pad!!!! roommates k and j were both extremely welcoming and naturally we had a lot of fun together. movies talking getting to know each other and other activities (lol). they are the kind of guys you could hang out with outside of swingr too i think. as for the apartment it was very clean bedroom was good mattress great and sturdy (lol). safe quiet neighborhood all directions given were very clear. would stay here again anytime!!!!!! thanks k and j.
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LuvLotteMarines became a weekly visitor. He was a chef, and he and his brother worked together at the restaurant their parents had opened when they were kids. Swingr was something Aiba Masaki turned to for fun on his nights off, but he became a familiar enough face around the apartment soon enough, leaving five star reviews after each visit.
Though he’d been just “Masaki” on that first horrible night, it somehow became more natural for him to be treated more respectfully. Aiba-san for the first few visits, Aiba-kun thereafter. “Masaki” was saved for the bedroom.
Nino wasn’t the sort to forgive and forget. When he’d woken up on the floor that night, his joints aching, it had been because Jun had been so damn loud. Nino, bleary-eyed and with dry mouth from the salty popcorn, had been forced to lie there, the twenty-second music loop from the Free Willy DVD menu playing over and over and over and over and over while he listened to Aiba fuck Jun or whatever they were up to in the third bedroom. “Oh!” Jun had been crying out. “Oh yeah!” Ugh, Jun was so overdramatic.
Nino had eventually retreated to his own room, unable to even masturbate because he kept thinking about the shitty kids who’d been teasing Willy in the movie, at least in the bits he’d seen before he’d fallen asleep. He woke thoroughly unsatisfied, finding that Jun had cooked breakfast for himself and Aiba and none for him.
“You usually don’t eat breakfast,” Jun had offered as a pathetic explanation, him and Aiba making googly eyes at each other as they obviously played footsie under the table. Nino vowed then and there that he deserved a go at LuvLotteMarines himself. At first he’d been unsuccessful.
Aiba kept coming back, always conducting the transaction through Swingr. He explained that he was a little commitment-phobic, so continuing to pay for visits kept everyone on the same page. But since Aiba was free in the evenings, Nino’s chances to hook up with him were more limited since he worked nights.
When Jun worked a wedding at the banquet hall on one of Nino’s nights off, the chance had arrived. Aiba came by after Nino sent him a message on Swingr saying the room was available. Of course the room was available, everyone else who messaged them was even weirder than Aiba. But Aiba didn’t need to know that.
He came by with Chinese food from his restaurant, stir-fry and egg drop soup. After another bizarre movie choice, some Korean zombie movie that Nino had mostly watched with a pillow in front of his face, they’d had a rather quick but enjoyable fuck in the shower. Roommate K had finally scored as well.
Back on even footing and with five-star reviews making them a little uppity, he and Jun decided it was time to seek out a new revenue stream. Aiba’s visits were great, but they weren’t paying the rent. They needed something more. A long-term stay.
Though they hadn’t found anyone worth inviting to their “Swing Pad” besides Aiba so far, they’d outright rejected most requests for long-term visitors since registering with Swingr. One woman had asked to use the room for a month, offering to fuck them both with a strap-on in exchange any time they were in the mood. A tempting offer, but they’d both agreed that a month was too long a commitment since they were just get started.
It would have been a month free of Aiba and his bizarre pre-sex movie choices. But it would also have been a month free of Aiba’s really incredible dick.
Nino came home one morning to find Jun having his usual gallon of coffee, sitting at the kitchen table with his laptop. A bit wired from the coffee he’d already drunk, he was looking a little too excited. Nino slunk up behind him, lazily wrapping his arms around his broad shoulders.
“Are you ordering more shit you don’t need?”
“No,” Jun protested, though Nino had seen all those Amazon boxes broken down by the apartment complex’s recycling area and had a feeling that most of them were his roommate’s. “No, I’ve found someone.”
Nino leaned forward, seeing that they had a message from a user named ‘keio_unicorns_8’.
“Are there really 7 other people with Keio Unicorns in their screen name?” Nino asked aloud.
“He says he’s looking for a week-long stay. Apparently he’s based in Nagoya for work, but comes to Tokyo one to two weeks every month.”
Nino scanned the rather lengthy, formal, and quite frankly unnecessary message from this guy. “Hi, don’t want to bother you…” Nino mumbled, reading out loud, “…sick of business hotels…looking for a week-long trial with potential for…blahhh just get to the point already, Unicorn-san!”
Jun clicked away from the message anyhow, moving instead to the guy’s profile on the Swingr website. They both stopped talking for a moment. He wasn’t quite chiseled in the way LuvLotteMarines was, but keio_unicorns_8 wasn’t bad. Nice smile, nice muscles. Sho, age 34. Interested in Men. Occupation Business. He had more pictures than Aiba’s profile did, and the ones he had were…different to say the least.
A picture on some cruise ship, his upper body encased perfectly in a tight white t-shirt, but his face looked awful, his cheeks intentionally puffed out and a huge camera hanging around his neck. Another photo of a bowl of ramen, his slightly chubby face and eyebags dominating the upper half of the photo. Despite several unflattering pictures, it was obvious that he was a good-looking guy who simply didn’t photograph well.
“Do you think a week is too long? In his essay he said that he’s wanting to see if we’re a good match for what he’s looking for.”
“Sexually?” Nino asked.
Jun clicked back to the long-ass message, eyes scanning quickly. “He says ‘happy to pay for the room at your offered rate, willing to pay extra for meals if available, blah blah blah.’ Oh, here. Here it is. ‘Since the purpose of this week-long trial is to determine if your extra room would be suitable for my future work trips to Tokyo, I do not want you to feel pressured into sexual activity for the duration of this stay.’”
“Wow, he sounds real sexy. Yeah baby, tell us more about how suitable we are for your future work trip,” Nino chuckled. He sounded uptight. No wonder Jun was interested.
Jun clicked on another picture. This time keio_unicorns_8 was smiling in a plaid button-down and khakis, gesturing to a sign in what Nino thought might be Russian.
“He likes to travel?” Nino asked.
Jun’s finger tapped on the guy’s wrist in the photograph. “That’s a Patek Philippe.”
“You can read the sign?”
“No, dumbass, his watch. His watch is a Patek Philippe. They’re expensive.”
Now Nino was listening. “Check the other pictures.”
Jun kept clicking through them. Instead of looking at the guy’s goofy faces, they were eyeballing his wrist. “Can’t tell, but I think that’s TAG Heuer. Same TAG Heuer. Same TAG Heuer. The Patek Philippe again. Rolex…”
“See, now I’ve heard of that one!”
“Congratulations, you want a prize?” Jun said in a snotty voice. Jun clicked through the same batch of pictures again, obsessed with what he was seeing. “Holy shit, Nino, this guy has money. Why the hell would he stay with us when he can probably stay at the Four Seasons?”
“Tell him if he wants to stay for a week and if he wants food that the rate’s doubled.”
Jun leaned back in his seat, staring up into Nino’s face. “That’s horrible.”
“I know. But he wants us to feed him, the poor baby.” Nino grinned. “Double it.”
“Hmm, well, if he’s in business, I’m sure he understands how the free market works,” Jun decided, offering Nino a sly wink. “Let’s see if he bites.”
Before Jun could click reply, Nino reached out, covering Jun’s hand with his own. “Why don’t we make this interesting?”
Jun nodded. “Okay, try me.”
“The normal rate, that money goes toward rent. But the extra money goes to the first person who fucks him.”
Jun’s coffee-wired body was almost vibrating. “Define ‘fucks him.’”
“It’s a lot of money, Jun-kun,” Nino said, already getting a little hard at the thought of the extra unexpected windfall. How many power-ups could he buy? “It’s a lot of money, and a handjob’s not good enough to feel like a real victory. I’m gonna say anal. Doesn’t matter who fucks who, but it’s gotta be the big prize.”
Jun sat back, considering it. “So what you’re saying is that this guy, this Patek Philippe-owning rich guy…”
“You can just say rich guy, none of that other shit means anything to me.”
“This rich guy,” Jun repeated, “who would be staying here for an entire week at double our advertised rate, who would be eating whatever we can scramble together to feed him, this rich guy who states upfront that he isn’t actually looking for sex because he’s just trying our place out…you’re saying you could talk him into anal before the week is up?”
“I’m saying that, yes,” Nino said.
Jun held up a hand. “Question.”
“Go ahead, sir.”
“We work opposite schedules. If I come home and find keio_unicorns_8 has already left, but you tell me that you two had sex, how can I trust you? Would I be able to message him to confirm? Like ‘Excuse me, keio_unicorns_8, did you fuck my roommate in the ass?’”
Nino smiled. Leave it to Jun to require proof. Then he had it. He knew he had it. Knocking Jun’s hand away from the trackpad, he clicked back to keio_unicorns_8’s profile. All those weirdly shot selfies.
“Look at this guy. Look at this guy, look at these selfies. He’s not shy,” Nino said. “Make it a sex tape. Anal on camera. There’s your proof.”
Jun’s jaw dropped, completely astounded. “To recap…just to recap. Rich guy. One week. Not looking for sex. Complete stranger. And in that one week, we not only have sex with him, but when we do, we talk him into being cool about filming it. Do you hear yourself?”
Nino squeezed Jun’s shoulders, completely enamored with his plan. He was going to win. “Oh, I hear myself, Jun-kun. And I’m up to the challenge. Are you saying you’re not?”
Appealing to Jun’s competitive spirit was always the way to go. Always.
Nino could see Jun’s wicked smile reflected in the laptop screen.
“You’re on.”
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“How’s that? You like that?”
“Mmm, very good.”
“You really like it, huh?”
“Oh yeah.”
Nino sat there, a fake smile plastered on his face, watching Sakurai Sho eat the dinner he had prepared. Sakurai Sho, also known as keio_unicorns_8 on Swingr, was eating the fried rice Nino had made like it was the best thing he’d ever had.
Not to say Nino was a bad cook. He wasn’t. His parents were both chefs, and a little of that skill had rubbed off on him. But it’s not like the meal he had just presented their week-long houseguest was gourmet. It was fried rice with bits of scrambled egg and an all too generous splash of soy sauce. There wasn’t even meat in it since all they had in the house right then was some ground turkey Jun had ambitions of turning into some “healthy” burger. Sakurai gobbled it up all the same. For a rich guy, he sure had simple tastes.
It was day two, and the game was still on.
Sakurai Sho had arrived promptly with a rolling suitcase, a bulging laptop bag, and uiro-mochi as a gift from Nagoya. He’d arrived in a short-sleeved white dress shirt and gray slacks, a jacket balanced on his arm. He was definitely better-looking in person. He had a big toothy smile with endearingly crooked bottom teeth, slightly tousled dark hair with fringe across his broad forehead, and an ass that would have Jun and Nino both jacking off daily until they got to see it outside of his perfectly tailored slacks.
As roommates, he and Jun had long ago bonded over their mutual appreciation of bottoms. Lady bottoms, guy bottoms. Didn’t matter, so long as they were pert and plump. Sakurai Sho had an ass on him that was going to look amazing on video. Nino’s video. Nino’s video of them fucking.
A video that after two days still did not exist.
It wasn’t that he didn’t try. Nino ate most of his meals with the help of a microwave or their toaster oven. But he used the stove to make stuff for Sakurai-san. He’d made fried rice and pasta and even a panini after stealing a look inside one of Jun’s pretentious cookbooks. Carbohydrate bombs, one after another, that had Sakurai gushing and complimenting like he was dining at a place with a Michelin star or two, not the apartment of two overworked, underpaid members of an online sex-and-room-sharing scheme.
Despite the compliments, their relationship so far remained platonic.
Sakurai had taken to their apartment quite easily. He was charmed with the third bedroom, liked the location. His company’s Tokyo headquarters was in Ikebukuro, so it wasn’t exactly next door. But even with the doubled rate on the room (that he’d accepted without complaint) and the hour-ish commute each way, he liked the quiet neighborhood. Apparently he had a small condo in some huge tower in the middle of Nagoya. And he was only there half the month, maybe a little more.
The rest of the time his job had him working in the Tokyo office. He seemed to be high up in the company, though not so high up that he was allowed to sit still. As far as Nino had understood from the long rambling explanation Sakurai had provided the first night, he was involved in the training of executives, worked for some consulting firm or another. It sounded supremely boring, but of course it paid far better than the Night Manager position at the 24/7 Super Store It where Nino worked.
Sakurai was a likeable enough person, Nino thought. At first Nino thought the guy’s laugh had been condescending. He was the type of guy inclined to a loud guffaw, the kind you might hear on a TV variety program. Scripted and exaggerated. But after two days, Nino knew it was legitimate, and Sakurai really was that cheerful despite his obvious workaholic personality.
When he wasn’t at the office, he was in the apartment being fed with whatever they had in the fridge, although Nino wasn’t an idiot, noticing when Jun came home with a few leftover slices of cake from one of the retirement parties he’d organized at the banquet hall. Sakurai had looked halfway to orgasm taking a bite of cake, and Jun had looked at Nino like victory was just in his grasp.
But Sakurai wasn’t taking the bait.
Nino wasn’t a pervert. It wasn’t like he was opening Sakurai’s door and sneaking into bed with him, claiming he was “sleepwalking.” He planned to win fairly…or at least he wouldn’t intentionally cheat. Every time Nino tried to engage Sakurai in discussion about Swingr - why he joined, how many times he’d used the service - the conversation switched back to Sakurai’s job and how he simply “had no time” for a serious relationship, the end.
But casual sex wasn’t a relationship, and Nino was determined to win him over, even if it meant making paninis and hearing about Sakurai’s other life passion: photography. Jun had suffered through it the first night, listening diligently as Sakurai showed him a reel of about 500 vacation photos from a recent trip to Vietnam. And then at the conclusion, after listening all that time, Jun had apparently tried to lean in. Sakurai had simply gotten to his feet, telling Jun he was going for a jog.
Nino had already been subjected to a photo album or twenty on Sakurai’s phone during meals. A college buddy and his wife were the parents of a three year old, and from the sounds of it, Sakurai had an odd third-wheel kind of relationship with them. Nino smiled politely as Sakurai talked about the toddler with a fond, gentle voice. Her accomplishments, her struggles. Pondering what gift he ought to buy for her fourth birthday next month. When Nino had leaned forward, patting Sho on his shoulder and about to ask if he wanted to try out the video setting on his phone together, the guy had gotten to his feet yet again, telling Nino he had some work to catch up on.
He had to get more aggressive, which was always kind of a struggle for Nino. He liked sex and all the assorted activities that might lead up to sex, but the concept of actual seduction was mostly lost on him. While Sakurai gobbled up the fried rice, Nino wondered what he could do, especially since his work schedule had him at such a disadvantage. He decided that since Jun had more time to play the long game with Sakurai, Nino had to get in quick and win him over first.
“I’m going to hit the shower before I head out,” Nino said, getting to his feet. “If you want more, it’s on the stove.”
“Thanks very much,” Sakurai said, mouth so full he looked like a hamster’s long-lost cousin.
He showered quickly, sighing at what he’d decided to do. It was really sad that it had come to this. Toweling off but neglecting to wrap it around himself or to put on any other clothes for that matter, Nino took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door. As expected, Sakurai was on his laptop in the living room, working.
Nino made a big show of walking out, completely naked. When Sakurai turned around at the sound of Nino’s approach, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He turned bright red, looking away. “Oh, I’m sorry!”
Nino entered the living room, standing with his hands on his hips as though he didn’t have a care in the world. “You’re not having any trouble with the Wi-fi are you?”
“Um, Ninomiya-san…”
“Jun-kun will be back sometime after 9:00. But if you need anything, you’ve got my cell number and my work number is on the refrigerator. It’s the piece of paper with the Mario magnet.”
“Ninomiya-san…”
He stretched a bit, raising his arms over his head, twisting a little and letting his dick sway a bit. “I haven’t asked you. Is the water pressure okay? In the shower I mean?”
This time when Sakurai turned around, he knew what he was going to see. He looked up, smirking. “The water pressure’s just fine.”
“Glad to hear it.” He was on the verge of another stretch, perhaps a complete bend over, when Sakurai slowly got to his feet.
“You’re going to be late for work, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you go get dressed?”
Nino shrugged, his nipples hardening a little when the cool air from the living room fan hit him just right. “I just…you know, Jun-kun and I are very devoted to making sure our guests are comfortable here. If there’s anything we can do…specifically, if there’s anything I can do to make you feel more welcome here, you just have to say the word.”
“I see.”
Nino’s smile was becoming increasingly forced. By now most people would have done something. By now, someone like Aiba would already have his hand wrapped around Nino’s cock.
Instead, when Sakurai approached, an unreadable expression on his face, Nino’s breath caught and he ran out of things to say. He didn’t expect Sakurai to merely rest his hands on his shoulders, giving him a squeeze.
“I feel very comfortable here, Ninomiya-san. Thank you very much for being so concerned.” Sakurai was stronger than he looked, turning Nino around and giving him a little push. “Please work hard today.”
Nino dressed in irritation. Not even the full-body surprise had worked! He grabbed his work keys and his security badge in a huff, coming out of his bedroom. He was halfway out the door when he heard Sakurai call his name. He stayed in the genkan, door in his hand. “Yeah?”
“Nice dick!” came Sakurai’s call from the living room. “See you later!”
Nino slammed the door behind him.
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Private Chat with LuvLotteMarines
LuvLotteMarines: does nino know u are message me
KJAdachi83: I erase them when I’m done.
LuvLotteMarines: !!! sounds very secret !!!
KJAdachi83: As I said, we’re in competition right now. Our guest is proving to be a tough nut to crack.
LuvLotteMarines: competition for the hot guy yeah!!!! i checked his profile wow nice
KJAdachi83: Any ideas?
KJAdachi83: About how to win the contest
KJAdachi83: I can’t let Nino win
KJAdachi83: Ideas within reason of course
LuvLotteMarines: maybe when he comes home you on couch jacking off already
LuvLotteMarines: then show him your dick say “like what you see???”
KJAdachi83: That’s sexual harassment! He’s my guest!
LuvLotteMarines: would work on me just saying
KJAdachi83: Why am I not surprised?
LuvLotteMarines: tell him u are dying
LuvLotteMarines: you have super rare disease and end is close so you want to have sex 1 more time before you croak!!
KJAdachi83: Forget I asked.
LuvLotteMarines: that would also work on me
LuvLotteMarines: the dying thing
LuvLotteMarines: wouldnt even have to dying, maybe just weird disease only my dick can cure you know???
LuvLotteMarines: lol
KJAdachi83: Fuck. Off.
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The trial period was almost over, and Jun was about to lose his mind.
The next morning, Sakurai Sho would make his way back to Tokyo Station, where he’d board the shinkansen and head home to Nagoya. When Jun returned home from work, the third bedroom door was wide open, and he could see Sakurai packing his suitcase as though he didn’t have a care in the world.
As though he had no idea that his two hosts had spent the better part of the last week trying to get into his pants.
Jun, of course, knew that wasn’t true. Sakurai knew what they were doing. Sakurai had probably been onto them from the start. And if not from the start, then at least from the moment Nino had apparently thought it was a good idea to walk around naked. Things had escalated from there, and still neither of them had fucked him.
After Nino’s bit of living room exhibitionism, he’d confessed his failure to Jun. Knowing that Nino had gone so far as to wiggle his dick in Sakurai’s face by day 2, Jun had to go on the offensive. His initial plan had been less crude. He thought he had the benefit of time. With Nino off at work from about 9:00 PM onward during the week, Jun had done his best to chat up their guest, show an interest in his hobbies and his work. To earn the sex through honesty and effort rather than just trying to catch Sakurai in a moment of weakness.
They’d shared beers together on the balcony, they’d split a bottle of wine with dinner. Jun had even taken him down the street for frozen yogurt one night. Sakurai was utterly grateful for the special treatment, thanking him profusely, offering smiles that left Jun weak in the knees. And then he shut Jun out completely by saying he had work in the morning and it was best he went to bed or going out for a run, declining Jun’s offer to join him by saying he preferred to listen to music while he was jogging.
Nino had finally managed to crack him the day before, but not enough to win the bet. At work Jun’s phone blew up with LINE messages from Nino, complaining about his spectacular near-miss. Nino had gotten his ancient Famicom hooked up for a one-on-one match of Dr. Mario. After Nino repeatedly annihilated him, Sakurai had applauded him for his skills with the controller. Nino had accepted the compliment by leaning over and kissing their guest. Sakurai had even allowed it, and they’d apparently made out for a good long time.
The mystical Keio Unicorn had finally been snared.
But Nino’s mistake came when he’d jumped the gun and tried to sneak his hand into Sakurai’s pajama pants. Nino had reproduced Sakurai’s response verbatim in the furious message he’d sent to Jun:
I’ve got a big presentation at work tomorrow, so let’s just jerk off together.
Nino, of course, hadn’t turned him down, and they’d proceeded to do just that in the bathroom, jacking off into the bathtub and washing it down the drain to avoid dirtying their clothes or any bedsheets. In Nino’s words, it had been the most disappointing masturbatory episode in his entire life.
It was now the last night. The last chance. And Jun was not going to let Nino win. The terms they’d set out in their bet had been fairly straightforward, but if Sakurai went home and neither of them had managed to fuck him, Jun knew that Nino’s crafty, rule-bending ass would try to claim the extra money on a technicality. Jun knew that Nino would use the bathroom jerk off session against him, that Nino would say he’d gotten further with their guest than Jun had.
Jun would not lose money to something that underhanded and pathetic. Jun had spent the whole week trying to woo Sakurai Sho properly. He’d sat through the man’s last ten vacations’ worth of pictures, had been forced to sit there watching the guy lick the frozen yogurt off his spoon with a blissful expression. Sakurai had to know he was being played, and Jun decided that perhaps victory would only come if he admitted it upfront.
He changed out of his work clothes and into something that rarely failed him - a gray v-neck tee that hugged his broad shoulders and chest, a loose-fitting pair of lounge pants that offered easy access to curious hands. Unlike Nino, he wasn’t going to give it all away for free from the start. He wasn’t so coarse and unrefined to just strut around naked. After a quick glance in the mirror and a hand through his hair to make it look a little wild, a little rough and tumble, he opened his bedroom door.
He made his way to the third bedroom where Sakurai, in a well-worn Real Madrid shirt and black mesh shorts that perfectly hugged his butt, was just balling up a pair of socks. Jun leaned against the doorframe. “Sakurai-san.”
Sakurai didn’t look up, shoving the socks into his bag. “Welcome home, Matsumoto-san.”
“Nino and I have a wager going.”
“Is that so?” Sakurai’s fingers deftly balled up another pair of business socks.
“It concerns you.”
Sakurai looked up, and Jun could see in the guy’s eyes that he was well aware of it. He said nothing, allowing Jun to go ahead and confess. But Jun knew that Sakurai probably couldn’t have guessed the specifics. Nobody in their right mind could have guessed at their insane plan.
“Nino and I have been trying to hook up with you this week.”
“I know, and that’s…”
“A winner is declared only when one of us fucks you and fucks you on camera. A sex tape kind of thing. As proof to the other person that we did it.”
Sakurai’s hand tightened around the sock in his hand, but where Jun expected him to be disgusted, to shout and holler and tell Jun that he would be leaving them zero stars on Swingr for treating him like a piece of meat, he just stared at him for a moment.
“That is incredibly specific,” Sakurai acknowledged when he could find words again.
“It is,” Jun admitted.
“Are you aware that Nino and I have already…”
“Yes.”
Sakurai nodded, not seeming all that embarrassed. Or surprised that Nino and Jun talked about such things together. “Well.”
Jun cocked his head a little, knowing that Sakurai’s next response would determine if he was going to lose all that extra money to Nino. After a week of observation, of being around Sakurai Sho and that egghead salaryman brain of his, Jun wanted to believe he’d chosen the right tactic. But it didn’t make him any less nervous.
Sakurai rolled up his last pair of socks and shoved it in the bag. He said nothing, letting Jun stew there in the doorway while he packed up the rest of his clothes. A few minutes later he zipped up his suitcase and settled it on the floor. With each second that slipped away, Jun could hear Nino’s voice in his head growing louder. A cheerleader-like chant of “the money is mine! The money is mine! The money is mine!”
When Sakurai finally looked up again, meeting Jun’s eyes, Jun held in a breath.
“Matsumoto-san, I very much appreciate your honesty. I had my suspicions about what you two were up to, and I’d like you to know that it’s very flattering.”
Jun’s eye twitched, his stomach dropping. Rejection. Sakurai was going to reject him. He’d have to cancel his upcoming road trip to the outlet mall with Toma from work. He’d probably have to unsubscribe from the Thom Browne email list, if only because he knew their semi-annual shoe sale was swiftly approaching and he’d never be able to resist the temptation. He could already see a victorious Nino buying a dump truck full of instant ramen cups, polluting their apartment with ten lifetimes’ worth of sodium. No. No, Nino would buy five dump trucks full of instant ramen. Ten. Twenty! The asshole would gleefully spend the rest of his days slurping noodles out of a cup, his only vegetable consumption coming via the pathetic little packet of dried up nothing that came inside the cup. Nino would die from a sodium-induced heart attack at 43, and the doctors would open him up, find that his bloodstream was saltier than the Dead Sea, and the doctors would say something like “Matsumoto-san, how could you have let this happen?” He could see Nino turning into a ramen cup himself, his stupid face and cute puppy dog nose sticking out of the white cup, his little scrawny stick legs dancing a jig as he laughed in Jun’s face over and over and over again. “I won!” Ramen Cup Nino would cheer. “I won and I didn’t even touch his dick. I won! I won!”
“Matsumoto-san?”
Jun blinked. “Sorry?”
“Matsumoto-san,” Sakurai asked with a rather carefree look on his face. “I asked you where you’d like to put the camera.”
-
While Sakurai showered, Jun resisted the temptation to gloat to Nino via LINE. Who knew what the guy was capable of? He only worked a few blocks away, and Jun didn’t trust him not to come home and somehow intervene. Instead Jun worked to find the best angle, resting Sakurai’s fancy video camera on the dresser in the third bedroom, as it allowed the shot to include the entire bed.
“As long as I get to keep a copy for myself, I’m fine with it,” had been Sakurai’s only real request. Being honest with him, completely brutally honest, had been the trick from the start. No amount of frozen yogurt could really compare with just asking.
Once Sakurai emerged, a towel around his waist and his hair damp, Jun knew it came down to trust now. He got into the shower himself, knowing that Sakurai could probably just pack up and leave. But once he came out, he found Sakurai had stripped the blankets off the bed and was in the process of opening a box of condoms that Jun and Nino had left in the nightstand.
“Do you just need the actual intercourse bit recorded or the whole thing start to finish?” Sakurai asked in the same tone of voice you’d use to make a doctor’s appointment.
“I’ll leave that up to you, Sakurai-san. Since it’s going to be your tape as much as mine.”
Sakurai slipped a condom out of the box, putting the rest back in the drawer. “I suppose if I’m going to fuck you, it’s okay if you call me Sho.”
Jun grinned. “I wish the camera was rolling for that.”
Sho smiled in reply. “You’ve been very kind to me this week…Jun.”
Jun nodded, acknowledging the casual address. “I’m sorry if it comes across as insincere now.”
“Make it up to me when I pay you guys another visit.”
Jun couldn’t help feeling giddy. Another repeat customer! He let his towel drop to the floor, winking as he moved over and pressed the record button on Sho’s camera. It was tempting to turn and face the camera, to tell Nino to fuck off, but he supposed that would be unsportsmanlike.
Instead he offered the camera a wave. “This is Matsumoto Jun.”
“This is Sakurai Sho.”
“And welcome to our sex tape.”
Sho laughed. “Amazing,” he said between chuckles. “All of this is amazing.”
Jun turned, slamming the bedroom door shut and crossing the room in only a few swift strides. Sho’s skin was hot to the touch, his lips soft and yielding. Since Jun knew that Nino had been just as obsessed with Sho’s ass all week as Jun had been, he turned them so Sho had his back (and butt) to the camera. Sho’s hands cupped his face as they kissed, Jun letting Sho’s tongue explore while he slowly traced his fingers down Sho’s back, lingering where his towel was still loosely tied at his waist.
He smiled into Sho’s kiss, meeting no resistance when he gave the towel a yank and let it fall to the floor. Sakurai Sho’s bare ass, captured for Jun’s continued viewing pleasure long after his visit. Despite his coy behavior thus far, he found that Sho was hard and wanting already, Jun having to swallow a moan when his erection brushed against Sho’s.
He squeezed Sho’s ass, finding it just as perfect as he’d anticipated, pulling him closer and earning a soft murmur of pleasure. They stood like that for so long, kissing and exploring, that he wondered how long the video setting actually ran. Heaven forbid the thing run out of memory or shut off before it captured the main event.
Since honesty had worked thus far, he had no qualms about breaking their kiss, staring at the camera as he whispered in Sho’s ear. “How long can it record for?”
“Well,” Sho mumbled in reply, slipping a firm hand between their bodies to dance his fingers over Jun’s erection, moving lower to gently squeeze and massage his balls. “I did put it on the highest video setting. Ultra HD something or other.”
Jun shut his eyes, nibbling at Sho’s earlobe to keep from crying out at the careful attention Sho was giving him. When he could whisper again, he was trying very hard not to thrust himself against Sho’s hand.
“So how long is that?”
“Mmm,” Sho murmured happily as Jun licked along his ear, then below it, dragging his tongue down the side of his neck. “Maybe…thirty minutes until the memory card’s full. Why? Should I change it?”
“No, no, leave it on the high setting. It’ll make Nino really angry.”
Sho chuckled, a rumbling sound from deep in his chest. It drove Jun wild. “You guys are so weird.”
But Sho’s laughter was cut short when Jun bit down on his shoulder, enough to make Sho gasp, his hand squeezing Jun’s cock enough to make him start rutting against him. “Come on. Let’s do this,” Jun demanded.
He let Sho push him down on the bed, his skillful tongue trailing down Jun’s body, tickling at his nipples, at his navel. Soon enough Sho had lube from the nightstand, was making a big show of it for the camera as he squeezed it out, coating his fingers as Jun spread his legs wide, earning an impressed raise of Sho’s eyebrows at his flexibility.
He panted and moaned as Sho touched him, leaning back once in a while to make sure that a knee or a foot wasn’t blocking the camera’s view. Despite being a workaholic nerd in almost every sense, Sho was not much of a nerd in the bedroom. As he stroked inside Jun with finesse, stretching him, his lips were everywhere, along Jun’s thighs and abdomen, his dark hair tickling against his skin.
“You guys love my butt, right?” Sho asked, loud enough that the camera would pick it up. By then he had three fingers in Jun’s ass, and Jun’s leg balanced against his shoulder. “You love it?”
“You have…” Jun gasped out, “…have no idea…”
“Then turn over, Jun.”
Hearing his name, hearing Sho’s demand, he nodded his approval. Sho withdrew his fingers, wiping them on a hand towel before reaching over for the condom. Jun turned over, limbs shaking after how well Sho had touched him. Once he was on his knees, leaning forward on his elbows with his ass in the air, he could feel Sho behind him, tickling his fingers down his back.
With a few adjustments, Jun moving according to Sho’s gentle pushes and touches, he knew that the camera was going to get a perfect view of Sho’s ass as he rocked against him. The thought of it was almost enough to make him come without being touched. He felt the head of Sho’s cock prodding against him, and Jun knew the money was all his.
He cried out in both pleasure and victory when he felt Sho push inside, inch by solid inch. Well, his face was not going to appear much moving forward on their special video, so he didn’t have to worry about looking ugly, about making weird faces. Instead he was able to enjoy the feeling of Sho’s cock filling him again and again, slow and steady. He was awfully generous, probably making sure the camera was able to watch his dick moving in and out, not missing one second of it.
Jun dug his fingers into the sheets, hearing Sho’s quiet grunts of satisfaction. “You feel so good,” Sho whispered genuinely, only for Jun and not the camera. “My god, you feel so fucking good.”
Once he’d adjusted to the repeated motion, to the way Sho’s cock stretched him so perfectly, he started to move with him, thrusting back to meet Sho’s forward strokes. They didn’t get the timing quite right because it seemed like Sho mostly just wanted to show off for the camera. He held onto Jun’s hip, but only on the side that wasn’t facing the camera, offering an unobstructed view. What a showman, Jun thought, utterly impressed.
He shut his eyes, imagining how good Sho’s ass probably looked as they fucked. Round and plump, muscles working as he pushed into Jun again and again. Sho eventually started to move a little faster, the room filled with the sounds of their gasps and groans, with the sound of their bodies colliding. Jun balanced his weight as best he could with one arm, slipping his free hand down to his cock. Sho was moving against him at a perfect rhythm now, and all he had to do was hold onto his erection, letting Sho’s momentum do most of the work.
“Fuck,” Jun sighed in contentment, humming happily when he came into his hand, not even upset about the mess.
“You know,” Sho said in between a few gasping breaths, “if I…if I…if I come now, we might have enough memory left on the card to…to go again later.”
Jun laughed gently, skin flushed and heart fluttering as he let himself stay lost in his orgasm. “Whatever…it’s good…allllll good.”
Jun’s win was confirmed when he felt Sho grab hold of him with both hands, fucking him so hard he couldn’t stop laughing. Even Cinematographer Sakurai couldn’t help himself in the end, coming with a long drawn-out moan that was going to make this video repeat viewing for sure.
“Oh god,” Sho mumbled, collapsing against him. “I definitely have to stay here again.”
“Please do, you’re very very…” As Sho gently eased his cock out of him, Jun groaned. “…verrrrry welcome here any time.”
Jun was left alone in the bed as Sho moved across the floor with dazed, heavy steps.
“Damn.”
Jun perked up a little, tilting his head and being rewarded with the sight of Sho’s bare ass while he poked around with the camera. “What?”
The afterglow of a really good fuck started to fade as fear took over. It had been working. He could have sworn it was recording properly. He’d even looked over once or twice and seen the little red light. Oh god, if it hadn’t actually recorded…
But then Sho turned around with a lazy smirk, setting the camera back on the dresser and slipping off his condom.
“If there’s going to be a round two, that camera’s only going to record it for one minute and thirty-four seconds.”
Jun smiled in relief, impressed with how much time they’d actually spent recording their special video. “Then maybe we’ll just go without it next time.”
Sho smiled too. “Maybe.”
part three