Samurai Times

Chapter 3

A little shorter, but there is a tart lemon inside!

As soon as Shuichi entered his quarters he kicked his sandals off into a corner and padded in his socked feet right past the table, not noticing the steaming plate of food that was left by one of the castle cooks. He also hadn’t noticed that someone came in while he was gone and sanded and polished the floorboards that earlier in the day caused him to get a splinter in his foot. As he continued towards the bedroom, he untied his sash and took off his haori, leaving him wearing only his hakama and tabi socks.

Upon entering the sleep chamber, he plopped down on a new futon which had replaced the tatami mat that had been his bed the previous night. It was covered in red velvet and had a red and gold silk pillow at one end. He lay back, resting his head on a silken pillow and sighed at the softness of it. The first day of class had tired him more than he expected and since he had about two hours before Tatsuha would be there, he decided that a short nap was in order. The unexpected comfort of the bedding enveloped the weary teacher’s body and soon he fell into a blissful slumber.

There was a knock at his front door, much lighter than the one that abruptly woke him that morning. It was surprising he even heard it as he opened his eyes, since he had been sleeping so soundly. Rubbing his eyes, he saw a faint light that crept through the wooden shutters on his window. The sun was just starting to set. He had been sleeping for a bit longer than expected, but felt he must have needed it because now he was refreshed. From the time, he fully expected Tatsuha to be the caller, so he hastily rose from his bed and all but ran to the front door to meet his friend. He slipped and slid on the freshly polished floorboards in his stocking feet, finally realizing that they were no longer splintered and broken. He also found his dinner laid out for him, now very cold.

Finally, he reached the door, and without hesitation, swung it open, saying, “Sorry, Tatsuha, I fell asleep.”
Much to his surprise, it was not the young apprentice samurai, but his older brother, Eiri. He stood there with his mouth gaping and violet eyes opened wide at the unexpected sight of the warrior. “Eiri-san,” he whispered, then shook his head and immediately changed it to “Uesugi-san. To what do I owe the honor of your visit?”

Without speaking a word, Eiri walked in, closed the door and reached out, put an arm around Shuichi’s waist and pulled him close. He leaned down, and as he placed his other hand behind the young sensei’s mussed hair, gave him a passionate kiss. Soft but firm lips pressed against Shuichi’s and then a probing tongue traced the outline of the young man’s mouth. Shuichi parted his lips slightly to allow the samurai to enter and explore to his own delight. Eiri’s tongue glided along the inside of Shuichi’s upper lip and then past his teeth, finally glancing against the younger man’s own tongue and then gently began to suck on the sweet muscle.

Shuichi almost melted against the samurai’s chest as he wrapped his arms around the taller man’s neck. After several minutes of being tantalized by that eager tongue, Shuichi pulled back slightly and gazed into two pools of golden delight. As he panted for breath, he scanned those gorgeous eyes trying to figure out what the samurai was thinking; but more importantly why he was doing this. Only hours earlier, this same person was scolding and berating him unmercifully for his actions in the classroom. It was as if they were two different people, one a dedicated and staunch warrior, and now, a passionate lover.

The eyes told of unbridled passion, but words never were spoken as Eiri started to renew his kiss, Shuichi decided that it didn’t matter why; all he knew is that he wanted this. He leaned into the kiss, and then moaned when the kiss left his lips and started trailing over his jaw and around his neck towards his ear. Shuichi tilted his head back and then turned his cheek to give free access to his neck. As the kisses continued, a soothing hand caressed his back. Another moan escaped him when a tongue ran up the vein in his neck and then two lips took hold of his earlobe which was then nibbled gingerly.

Shuichi was in heaven! Never had he felt such tenderness from another person. He willingly accepted each gesture Eiri offered him. When he felt the hand that held the base of his back meander downward, just inside the back of his hakama, he gasped.

Eiri raised his head and looked into the hazy purple eyes of the man he held in his arms, waiting to see if there was going to be resistance. He moved his hand slightly, stroking and kneading one of the soft cheeks. When Shuichi closed his eyes and leaned close to the samurai’s chest, Eiri continued on. One hand moved over Shuichi’s backside as the other worked its way around between their bodies, untying the strings that held the hakama tight against the young teacher’s waist. Once undone, the pants and under fundoshi were easily slid down the smaller man’s hips until they gracefully fell and wound up around Shuichi’s ankles. Two strong arms reached under bared cheeks and gently lifted the young man up, the hakama now falling completely on the floor. Shuichi wrapped his legs around the other’s waist and was silently carried into the bed chamber.

Once inside the other chamber, Shuichi was laid on his side atop the velvet covered futon. He stared at the taller man and watched as Eiri untied his haori and removed it. Next, Eiri relieved himself of his hakama and fundoshi, leaving him naked before the watchful eye of the new sensei.

The samurai warrior moved closer to the futon and descended down until he was lying next to the awestruck teacher. He wrapped his arms around the other’s upper body as he moved closer, placing one of his slightly bent legs strategically between Shuichi’s thighs, his knee brushing against Shuichi’s growing manhood. As he moved his leg up and down the young man’s inner thighs, his own throbbing erection rubbed between their heated bodies. Eiri pushed against Shuichi’s shoulder slightly, forcing the smaller man onto his back and then moved so he was hovering over him, his tautly muscled arms balancing him so he didn’t come crushing down.

All the while, Shuichi never took his eyes off Eiri’s golden ones. His breath became bated as he succumbed to the ministrations of the older and experienced man. When those luscious lips returned to meet his own, Shuichi closed his eyes again; and as he felt each of their heated manhood touch, a hitch caught his breath. He relished the feel of their bodies moving against each other, desire burning to his very core.

Eiri, too, was being overtaken by desire. He wanted this man, this person who had suddenly intruded into his dismal life. His lust became all consuming, he wanted Shuichi now. Using his body, he wedged himself between Shuichi’s parted legs, pushing them farther apart. Sitting back on his knees and ankles, his freed his arms so they could slide under Shuichi’s hips and lift them up and then gently pulled them closer. Still holding Shuichi’s buttocks off the mattress, he pushed himself as close as possible, so the tip of his shaft was barely touching Shuichi’s ass. Balancing Shuichi’s slender body with one hand, he used his other to grasp his throbbing length and positioned it against the puckered entrance. With a groan, he plunged himself deep in the tight muscle, extracting a painful, gasping scream from Shuichi who inhaled sharply and tightened up around the intruding shaft. Slight hands and fingers clenched onto Eiri’s elbows, trying to diffuse as much of the discomfort as possible as he arched his back upward.

Eiri stilled his movement then leaned down to kiss trembling lips that were now salty from the tears that flowed from those lovely violet eyes. The kisses distracted Shuichi from the pain and burning in his backside, and helped him to relax slightly. Soon, the intense hurt was eased to a dull ache, and as Shuichi exhaled, the tightness that gripped Eiri deep within the other gave way. When it was apparent that Shuichi was no longer in agony, Eiri slowly pulled back, leaving only the hooded tip still buried inside the tight tunnel. When glazed dark eyes reopened and looked at golden ones, Eiri smiled. When his smile was returned with one from Shuichi, he started his movements.

At first, the actions were slow and shallow, giving the less experienced man time to adjust to the new sensations. Shuichi was not only getting used to Eiri inside him, but wanted more. He closed his eyes and tentatively moved his hips to meet the next inward motion from Eiri.

The hint was taken, and soon the thrusts increased in speed and depth. As his thrusts were accepted more eagerly, Eiri was able to adjust his own body position, and focused on giving as much satisfaction to his new lover as possible. With the change in body movement, he was able to push inward and find the special place that brought delight to his partner. When he brushed against Shuichi’s prostate, the younger man let out a gleeful moan. This heightened Eiri’s own pleasure and brought him close to his climax and in too short a time, he hit his peak. He threw back his head and pushed in as deep as he could as waves of his essence burst forth, filling Shuichi’s ass with hot, sticky wetness.


Just as Shuichi reached his summit and was about to come, there was a thunderous pounding at the front door to his quarters. He heard the door open and a voice called out, “Shindou-san, are you in there?”

Shuichi’s eyes flew open; he sprung upright and gasped for air. The room was dark and he was alone. Panted breaths filled the room as he finally became fully aware. It was all a dream, a wonderful dream and he was brought out of it at the worst possible time, and by none other than his dream lover’s younger brother.

TBC