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This was his first time in a teahouse where there were doors on the booths.

On the air came the scent of baked sweets, and though full of patrons, he heard nothing beyond his own tiny dining room. Outside the frosted glass of the double doors, a shadowy figure appeared and when the right panel door swung open, the young man who’d seated him bowed and announced the arrival of his guest.

He was a tall Japanese man with a handsome face and the narrowest of beards along his jawline. His coat stripped from his shoulders revealed corded arms below the sleeve of his plain white-t. Hair peeked above the V-neck and gave a puffy texture to the front of his broad chest. Muscular thighs stretched the fabric of his tight dockers—

“Mister Ogata?” he tipped politely.

“Doctor Tanigaki?”

“Please,” he slid into the seat across from him. “Call me Mister Tanigaki,”

No way was this hard body a sex-surrogate.

“You appear uncomfortable,” he removed his wire-rimmed glasses and pulled out a journal and pen. “We can go somewhere else,”

“You’re not what I expected, Mister Tanigaki,”

Cheeks dimpled when he smiled, “What did you expect, Mister Ogata?”

“An old male nurse in rubber gloves,”

“I’m not a clinical therapist,” he said with a grin. “I’m a sexual surrogate employed by your therapist,”

“You’re going to have sex with me somewhere else, right?”

“Not day, Mister Ogata,”

“Why not today?”

“This is a consultation,”

“I was told this session would take an hour,”

Tanigaki nodded, “We’ve got an hour to see if I’m adequate enough for you,”

“You’re extremely adequate,” Hykanosuke nodded. “There’s a hotel across the street,”

“Sex doesn’t occur right after a consultation, Mister Ogata,” he said, hands on the table.

“When does it occur?”

Tanigaki cleared his throat, “How about you be polite and order us some tea,”

Hyakunosuke pushed the call button and ordered them a pot of wakoucha. It arrived in a glass pot with two sizable cups, a miniature can of condensed milk, and a bowl of sugar cubes.

“If we’re not boning today, what are we doing for an hour?”

“We’re going to discuss your problem and possible solutions,”

“You know what my problem is, Tanigaki?”

“Doctor Tsurumi reviewed your records with me-”

“—how many people in his office know about my problem?”

“Mister Ogata,” Tanigaki dropped five cubes of sugar into his cup. “No one knows about your issue other than Doctor Tsurumi and me,”

“Not comfortable with people knowing my cock is mentally twelve,”

“An immature penis?” Tanigaki tipped some milk into his tea and stirred it with his finger. “Is this how you define yourself sexually?”

“Premature ejaculator sounds too clinical,”

“You’re not a unicorn Mister Ogata,” he sucked the tea from his finger. “There are lots of men diagnosed as PE,”

“There are initials for it?”

Tanigaki’s deep chuckle was making him hard.

“Do you have a long-term partner that we’ll be working with?”

“No, I don’t have time for relationships,”

“When was the last time you had sex?”

“Friday afternoon during lunch,”

He paused, “A casual acquaintance?”

“I get my sex from hustlers, masseurs, and escorts,” Hyakunosuke looked into his rugged brown eyes. “They charge anywhere from 10,000 to 500,000 yen for anal, and I need it to last longer than five minutes,”

“Masturbation isn’t satisfying,” the man said without missing a beat. “And you wish to be fiscally responsible,”

“Exactly. I refuse to take those blue pills. Numbing sprays kill my boner,” Hyakunosuke relaxed. “I try thinking about ugly things while fucking. Eating mushrooms, being near dogs, singing karaoke, watching anime,”

Tanigaki’s eyes smiled above the rim of his teacup.

“I’ve tried hooking up with ugly lovers, thinking that would slow me down. This one escort, he had scars all over him, it was disgusting, but I couldn’t stop from shooting my load within 5 minutes,” said Hyakunosuke. “I hooked up with one man from Silver-Swords, wrinkled up bastard with long hair that finished me in 2 minutes. Then there was this ugly Judo master-”

“—Mister Ogata, choosing unattractive partners or thinking of nasty things during sex is no way to treat your low ejaculation threshold,” he said. “I think we can get you lasting longer with the proper therapy,”

“Can I be honest with you, Tanigaki?” Hyakunosuke leaned back and stretched out his arm over the seat top. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve seen in a long time and the minute you take off those clothes, I’ll be done,”

“We’re not having sex today, Mister Ogata,”

“Shouldn’t I prove to you that I have a problem?”

“I’ll take Dr. Tsurumi’s word for it,” said Tanigaki. “Is there anything you want to ask me?”

“Are you outraged that I fuck male whores?”

“Not at all,” he said. “Sex work is a legitimate career,”

“Have you ever hustled your mouth, or work the water trade?”

“I once tended bar at a gay club in Akita,” he said, thoughtfully. “I wasn’t a host or a dancer, I just wore tight little shorts and made drinks,”

“Do you still have those shorts, Tanigaki?”

“No, Mister Ogata,” Tanigaki grinned. “I wouldn’t fit in them now if I did,”

“Would you be willing to wear little shorts like that-”

“—Mister Ogata,” Tanigaki said. “Do you have any questions for me about your therapy?”

“I was told my therapy would be sexual,”

“It will be, just not today,” said Tanigaki.

“Can we talk about the actual sex involved,”

Tanigaki softened, “We’ll start with the squeeze method first,”

“Does that involve oral sex?”

“No, it’s what you would call a handjob,” said Tanigaki. “When you’re about to orgasm, I squeeze the head of your penis until you calm down enough to continue,”

“What if that doesn’t work?”

“Squeeze method doesn’t cure you,” Tanigaki said. “It’s a tool to build longevity,”

“You don’t look like the kind of man that could even spell longevity,”

Tanigaki knitted his brow, “Excuse me?”

“I’m sorry,” he forgot this wasn’t a whore. “You have this look about you that says you’re a country boy,”

Tanigaki’s eyes narrowed, and he said nothing.

“I insulted you,” he said. “I apologize, Tanigaki-”

“—After we’ve built up your longevity,” he said. “We’ll move into some start-and-stop therapy,”

“Does that involve oral sex?”

“It can if you want it too, Mister Ogata. Now our first four sessions will be about getting comfortable with each other,” he opened his notebook. “We’ll talk about your sex life, what turns you on, what turns you off, and after this we’ll begin the physical aspects of the therapy,”

“We aren’t doing the squeeze next time?”

“Coital therapy won’t begin for another four to six sessions,” he said. “Will this be a problem, Mister Ogata?”

“Can we have those talking sessions naked?”

“I think it’s best I remained clothed, Mister Ogata," he said.

“Can you wear those tight little shorts, Tanigaki?”

 

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