Part 4
“Hanketsu Part 4” Yuki Sembommatsu, edited by Louie
Kevin was driving on the highway that goes west to Hayama to Luna’s beach house with Kentaro. The trip was a blur. His mind was on the bag Kentaro had beside him that held the swimwear that he’d bought the other day. Kentaro caught him looking at the bag and smiled. He knew he was in control and had Kevin under his spell.
When they arrived and rang the doorbell no one came to the door. Kevin phoned before they left, but there was no answer. They were expected, however, and were right on time. Kevin wasn’t surprised that she didn’t answer and chalked it up to her being the self-centered bitch he knew so well.
“Look, Kevin, the door’s not locked.”, Kentaro said, turning the doorknob and slowly, noiselessly opening the door. “Kentaro, wait! There’s a sign that says ’Beware of the Dog!’”, Kevin said, but it was too late and he had already crossed the threshold. Kevin would have said something sooner but he was still hypnotized by Kentaro’s firm ass under his tight shorts, that seemed to be painted on. Just then a small brown fuzzball seemed to be rolling rapidly down the stairs and scurried straight for Kevin’s leg.
“Oh Takuya, I missed you!”, Keven said as he picked up the miniature ball of fuzz and noticed it was wearing a diamond studded collar. He’d always been a dog lover and missed his German Shepard Tomoka – named after his favorite singer in an idol group – that he left back in California. The dog wagged its tail and licked Kevin’s face in a frenzy that he knew wouldn’t stop until he put the dog down. Now the “Beware of the Dog” sign made sense knowing Luna’s sense of humor. Takuya was certainly nothing to beware of.
Two men, looking exhausted and struggling to put on their white tuxedo jackets to look the part they were playing, came running up to them. They were obviously the bartender/bodyguards that he’d heard were at her parties. “Sorry, Luna’s still sleeping. Last night’s party went on until the morning.”, said one of the bodyguards.
Kentaro seemed delighted at this and said excitedly, “Kevin, let’s go swimming!”
Kevin collapsed in a beach chair whose fabric was white with bright pink stripes. “What an idyllic place,” he thought as he closed his eyes and imagined a sky full of pink flamingos overhead. He had no idea where pink flamingos came from or lived. They were just a symbol to him of paradise.
“Come on, Kevin, get in the water!”, Kentaro pleaded. “Maybe later, I just want to relax here and work on my tan if that’s okay.”, Kevin replied stretching and yawning a little to make his point clear.
Kentaro dropped his beach robe and exposed his “hanketsu” rising out of his minuscule bikini bottom. It was as if the sky opened with a choir of angels floating above to herald Kevin’s dream come true. “It’s so close I could reach out and touch it.”, Kevin thought. He remembered Kentaro’s story of the train encounter and was sure he wouldn’t mind if he just touched it out of the blue. His mind went back to “Can’t Stop the Music” - the Village People’s terrible movie. As terrible as it was he sat through it so he could get a look a the Indian’s hanketsu. Kentaro’s hanketsu, he thought, was at least as good, if not better, than that. Better still as it was real and accessible to him.
Watching Kentaro swim and surf back and forth in the ocean before him had a hypnotic effect on him and he fell into a dream. In the dream a big wave came over him sitting there in his deck chair, and in the wave was a huge shark, like the great white shark in the movie “Jaws,” with long teeth like shining knives that pierced his flesh and pulled him into the shark’s mouth until he was swallowed whole. In the shark’s cavernous stomach he saw that it was littered with human remains. Out of the pile of human remains he noticed a single eyeball looking at him. Just then he began screaming.
Kentaro was standing over him, shaking him awake. “Hey, what’s the matter with you? Come and get in the water, it’ll do you good.” he said, shaking his head like a wet dog.
“Listen, if you don’t mind I’ll pass. I just had a daydream about getting eaten by a shark. I’m really not too excited about getting into the water right now.”, Kevin explained.
After lounging all day at the beach, Kevin and Kentaro made their way back to the house. Luna was standing there in a sequined ruby red dress with intricate embroidery around the neck and hemline. In her hand was a bubbling luminous pink cocktail looking like something out of a mad scientist’s lab. She made no apologizes about not meeting them when they first arrived.
“My great-grandfather built this house.” she said beginning the nickel tour. The house was an homage the Art Deco style, done with such attention to detail that you could spend weeks exploring it all.
They ended the tour in the dining room. About ten men were sitting at the table having dinner. Empty champagne bottles littered the table and everyone was wearing a black tuxedo – remnants of Luna’s tuxedo fetish, he mused. They were being served by the two guys in white tuxedos, still looking exhausted from the night before. Kevin felt sorry for them as, it seemed, another party was already underway. The dining room scene struck him as having the decadent feeling of something from a Visconti film, a reference that most gay intellectuals would understand as Visconti was an icon in the gay world.
Kevin and Kentaro sat down to dinner and were properly attired as they were told to bring formal wear. A few of the guys, who’d obviously gotten a head start on the drinking, remarked how cute Kentaro looked in his tuxedo. Kentaro seemed fit right in at a formal dinner setting. Kevin was both happy and proud of him.
“Wow, you really have a swimming pool here?”, Kentaro asked sounding overjoyed.
As soon as dinner was over Kentaro was out of his tuxedo and into the pool in his bikini bottom, which really had no more material to it than a necktie. The swimming pool was illuminated by a series of multicolored lights that made the whole scene seem ethereal. Luna was absolutely glowing bathed in the light. Again she was holding that bubbling concoction in her hand and Takuya under her arm. They spoke together in English.
“Oh!”, she said to herself, sounding pleasantly startled.
Kevin wondered at the reason for this exclamation. The pool was filling with Luna’s guests, all naked of course, with their tuxedos in a pile off to the side. They were gathering on either side of a net for a game of water volleyball. Kevin followed Luna’s gaze, the gaze that sparked the exclamation, and found it rested on Kentaro’s glistening ass that rose above his bikini bottoms. Kentaro’s hands were pulling down at the sides of his bikini bottoms as if he wanted to wiggle out of them, either because he wanted to join the game or perhaps because he just wanted to relieve the pressure, as there was no room in that tiny piece of cloth to contain the swelling caused by his growing excitement.
“Kevin, where on earth did you pick up this kid?”, she asked.
Takuya barked insistently as if he also wanted to know.
