The Love Experiment
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,065
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Exploring Jounouchi
Warning: These chapters contain yaoi pairings, that means two boys together. If you do not like that, please turn back now.
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It was fifth grade, middle school. I had never met a worse kid. I actually knew him a year before, but in fifth grade we were good friends. He was the youngest kid I know to almost go to jail. I was a few months younger than him and I couldn’t believe I was more mature in some ways. I looked up to him, he never picked on the weak. He was going to a bad place, and for some reason I felt I needed to rescue him. I invited my friend Jounouchi to hang around my house. He would still get into fights now and then, but I was right there beside him. I lived alone with my mother and big sister, he with his deadbeat dad. Are there no decent fathers in all of Japan? Dad never physically hurt me, but mental abuse still lingers. Jounouchi and I grew up long before our classmates.
There was a terrible storm one night. Mom instructed me to stay in my room and told me not to turn on anything electrical. I had Joey over, so at least I wasn’t alone. Something about him fascinated me, I didn’t know what. The two of us sat on the bed and discussed arcade games and girls who still had cooties. I don’t know what got into my head that night.
“What about other boys?” I timidly asked Jounouchi who blinked and looked at me obliviously.
“Well of course guys are okay, I’m here with you right?”
“I mean, would you kiss one?”
“Eww! No! That’s even worse than kissing a girl!”
I giggled at Jounouchi’s response and smiled.
“Why’s that? We don’t have cooties like girls.”
“I dunno…” he almost blushed as I got closer. I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but slowly I put my hand between his thighs and rubbed.
“Honda, what the fuck are you doing?!” his voice was little more than a whisper, but it was sharp and urgent.
“…playing.” My innocent answer. I wasn’t surprised at his language. His father wasn’t the best role model. “Want me to stop?”
“…I don’t know…” Jounouchi blushed and closed his eyes. “No…”
“I will stop if you want me to.” I noticed the bulge in his pants get a bit larger and my curiosity aroused once more. I took him in both hands and explored his crotch, sliding one hand down his pants to get a better feel. I heard him shudder and looked up at him.
“Don’t stop…” he stared at me and shivered visibly.
“Jounouchi…” I rubbed him gently, my eyes widening as the hand outside his clothes felt damp. Jounouchi made a sharp gasp simultaneously. Strangely enough, a large crash of thunder sounded nearby. I pulled my other hand out of his pants and looked at him. “Are you okay?” I was naturally concerned because that didn’t happen whenever I explored my own body. I later found out he developed much earlier than I.
“Yeah…” Jounouchi turned bright red.
My mother couldn’t have picked a worse time to open the door to see if we were okay or not.
“Are you boys alright? It’s getting pretty rough out there.” I saw her eyes move over to the damp spot on Jounouchi’s pants. “Katsuya-chan, what happened?”
I lowered my eyes, knowing I was in for it now. It was my fault and I shouldn’t have been doing it. Jounouchi, however, surprised me.
“The thunder scared me I…” I…” Jounouchi’s eyes then glanced down. That seemed to be enough for my mother, because she nodded and didn’t force him to say more.
“Well put on some of Hiroto’s pants and put those in the laundry. You two get some sleep now, okay?”
We both nodded, looking at each other after she closed the door. We promised each other we’d never speak of that night to anyone.
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It was fifth grade, middle school. I had never met a worse kid. I actually knew him a year before, but in fifth grade we were good friends. He was the youngest kid I know to almost go to jail. I was a few months younger than him and I couldn’t believe I was more mature in some ways. I looked up to him, he never picked on the weak. He was going to a bad place, and for some reason I felt I needed to rescue him. I invited my friend Jounouchi to hang around my house. He would still get into fights now and then, but I was right there beside him. I lived alone with my mother and big sister, he with his deadbeat dad. Are there no decent fathers in all of Japan? Dad never physically hurt me, but mental abuse still lingers. Jounouchi and I grew up long before our classmates.
There was a terrible storm one night. Mom instructed me to stay in my room and told me not to turn on anything electrical. I had Joey over, so at least I wasn’t alone. Something about him fascinated me, I didn’t know what. The two of us sat on the bed and discussed arcade games and girls who still had cooties. I don’t know what got into my head that night.
“What about other boys?” I timidly asked Jounouchi who blinked and looked at me obliviously.
“Well of course guys are okay, I’m here with you right?”
“I mean, would you kiss one?”
“Eww! No! That’s even worse than kissing a girl!”
I giggled at Jounouchi’s response and smiled.
“Why’s that? We don’t have cooties like girls.”
“I dunno…” he almost blushed as I got closer. I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but slowly I put my hand between his thighs and rubbed.
“Honda, what the fuck are you doing?!” his voice was little more than a whisper, but it was sharp and urgent.
“…playing.” My innocent answer. I wasn’t surprised at his language. His father wasn’t the best role model. “Want me to stop?”
“…I don’t know…” Jounouchi blushed and closed his eyes. “No…”
“I will stop if you want me to.” I noticed the bulge in his pants get a bit larger and my curiosity aroused once more. I took him in both hands and explored his crotch, sliding one hand down his pants to get a better feel. I heard him shudder and looked up at him.
“Don’t stop…” he stared at me and shivered visibly.
“Jounouchi…” I rubbed him gently, my eyes widening as the hand outside his clothes felt damp. Jounouchi made a sharp gasp simultaneously. Strangely enough, a large crash of thunder sounded nearby. I pulled my other hand out of his pants and looked at him. “Are you okay?” I was naturally concerned because that didn’t happen whenever I explored my own body. I later found out he developed much earlier than I.
“Yeah…” Jounouchi turned bright red.
My mother couldn’t have picked a worse time to open the door to see if we were okay or not.
“Are you boys alright? It’s getting pretty rough out there.” I saw her eyes move over to the damp spot on Jounouchi’s pants. “Katsuya-chan, what happened?”
I lowered my eyes, knowing I was in for it now. It was my fault and I shouldn’t have been doing it. Jounouchi, however, surprised me.
“The thunder scared me I…” I…” Jounouchi’s eyes then glanced down. That seemed to be enough for my mother, because she nodded and didn’t force him to say more.
“Well put on some of Hiroto’s pants and put those in the laundry. You two get some sleep now, okay?”
We both nodded, looking at each other after she closed the door. We promised each other we’d never speak of that night to anyone.