My Yakuza

his lover’s ass once more.
The door closed. The two men stared at each other.
Shiro glanced at him, desire evident in his eyes.
“Oh…now you wait?” Kono asked.
“He might come back.”
“Will you fucking get over here?”
Shiro flew at him, knocking over the detergent bottle.
He threw himself into Kono’s arms. They groaned at the sensation of their hard cocks pressing at one another.
Kono kissed Shiro, struggling with his zipper.
He put his lover across the dining table, Shiro’s pants dangling from one leg. He loved the impassioned cries his lover made as Kono ate his ass, suckled his balls, tackled the guy’s cock with his tongue and unzipped his own fly.
“Oh, God, fuck me.” Shiro yelped.
Kono pointed his hard cock at Shiro’s sensitive opening. All the fucking they’d been doing had taken its toll. Shiro kept up a pleading moan as Kono stood at the edge of the table, his cock rutting deep inside Shiro. Shiro brought his legs up to hook around Kono’s legs. They came together hard as they heard footsteps outside.
“That ought to tide you over,” Kono said, kissing Shiro’s feet as he pulled out of his tight ass.
Jerrell came in with two bags of groceries.
“You had an accident with the detergent. Oh, my. I think there’s enough for the next couple of days, though.”
He put things away and seemed quite happy to hang out, but after their hot quickie, Shiro appeared relaxed and Kono sure felt the same way. He looked forward to a long, passionate romp when they were alone again. As soon as his Lieutenant left, Shiro came right over to him.
“I need to suck your cock,” he said, his mouth moving over Kono’s face, his fingers seeking a response in Kono’s pants.
“Have at it,” Kono said. “But first, I want us a lot more comfortable.”

Chapter Nine
They got very comfortable for two more days, leaving the bed only for food and bathroom duties. Kono was obsessed with the hot, sweet man in his arms. They awoke, entwined, on their last day there. Time to leave for their final destination prior to the trial.
Shiro kissed him, and in spite of Kono’s morning breath, seemed turned on. Kono upended the guy and they pleasured each other in a ferocious sixty-nine that left them both breathless.
“We need breakfast,” Shiro said, his hands shaky.
Kono liked knowing he was the reason his sexy Hawaiian’s body was aflutter.
They got their gear together, showered, changed, and Shiro made toast and coffee as Kono threw the sheets into the washing machine.
“Are you all packed?” Kono asked as they sat down together again.
“Yes, you?”
“Yep. We’ll pack the car after we clean up the kitchen and head out to Mastic.”
“Why Mastic by the way?”
“Well, as I said, it’s the home of a friend and Mastic is kinda in the middle of nowhere but real close to the highway that runs the entire length of the Island. We should be real safe there.”
“So, we gotta stay locked up there for another fifteen days?”
“Yes, Shiro, but it is coming to an end. After the trial, you have to figure out what you wanna do.”
“Oh. I hadn’t even thought beyond being with you actually. I’m in college but I took off this semester to go to Japan and I have to get back to finish my degree. But Kono…”
“What?”
“Nothing, never mind. I’ll bring the bags out to the door. Did you pack that shotgun in the suitcase?”
“Yep. I can’t just carry it down the stairs in public. Bring the bags out and I’ll clean up these few dishes.”
As Shiro got the two suitcases out of the bedroom and checked all the rooms to be sure they weren’t leaving anything behind, his mind wondered at the thought of life without the man he had grown to become quite fond of over the last few weeks. Was there a way to keep him in his life? Would Kono want to stay connected with him, or was Shiro just an available fuck and now he would be done with him? He decided that once they were resettled in Mastic, he would bring all this up to Kono and see if he could get a sense of where his head was at.
The ride out to Mastic on Route four-ninety-five was pleasant and quick. When they arrived at the new house and got out of the car, it was dead quiet as they were far enough off the interstate that they didn’t hear any traffic noise.
“We’re now about three quarters of the way out on the Island. I think we’ll be more than safe here, especially since we don’t have any close neighbours.”
They got their suitcases and their remaining groceries. They located the key under a rock where Kono was told it would be hidden. They let themselves in and stored the luggage in one bedroom. Shiro went to stock the kitchen as Kono moved the car around to the back of the house to hide it. The house itself was only about four years old, and was very modern but comfortable.
“When will your old lover be home and wasn’t he rather shocked to learn you’re alive and not dead?”
“He won’t be and yes, he was more than surprised. I explained to him that this was all part of a police operation and he asked no questions. I trust him totally. Also, I gave him money to stay elsewhere for the next two weeks and he gladly obliged my request. We have the place to ourselves.”
Kono opened the refrigerator and found it full of food as promised.
“Between what was here and what we brought, we’ll be fine for a while,” Shiro said.
Kono nodded and drew the curtains as Shiro unpacked their bags. Kono retrieved the shotgun and brought it into the living room. The house was equipped with an alarm system and after reading the directions and codes, Kono set the alarm to the on position.
“I see the backyard is all fenced in with a high wooden fence so no one can tell what’s