Kaidoh's Dream Date

“Kaidoh’s Dream Date” by Hestia

My Version of Life after Episode 71, “It’s a Date!” [Warning: Some spoilers for episodes up to 71]

Chapter 1: The Hidden Trouble

It was all that bastard Momoshiro’s fault! God! He hated him! Kaidoh Kaoru paced around his room focusing on how much Momo annoyed him. It worked! His cock finally lost its erection, and he ran down the stairs to join his parents and little brother for breakfast. All on the way to school whenever a memory of THAT DREAM surfaced in his mind, he focused on Momoshiro. God! What sort of idiot drags a friend along on a date! And if he didn’t want to go on a date with Tachibana’s sister, Ann, how come she had his cell phone number? How come she insisted to everyone that it WAS a date?

And Echizen! God, letting Momo drag him along on a date! Both of them claiming not be interested in Ann! Maybe THEY were GAY! Yeah, the two of them not wanting to date a cute girl who was insisting they go on a date with her—it was suspicious!

And Fuji-sempai! Why had he not just told Inui the situation was that Ann wanted them to play tennis with her, and neither one was interested in her? He’d thrown fuel on the fire telling Inui that the situation was a “love square!” But really, why had Inui believed him? Tachibana Ann was cute, but hardly cute enough for three guys to be fighting to go out with her. But not fighting other guys for her and basically telling her to her face in front of others there’s no way you are going to date her—they were two different things. And trying to dump a girl in front of others wasn’t right. Dammit, Momo! If you’d done the right thing, I wouldn’t be suffering!

Well, if I had charged my cell phone battery, I wouldn’t be suffering, whispered a voice in Kaidoh’s head. He tried to ignore that voice—it would only lead to remembering THAT: the moment Inui had said, after asking him to come to the park, “It’s a date.” Oh, fuck!

It had literally brought him to his knees. Inui-sempi asking him for a date. And he hadn’t found out until the next day that Inui had meant Momo and Echizen were on some kinky love-triangle date—or well, they really weren’t after all, but that was what the others had thought, wanting him to come over and try to help handle the situation. Oishi had been frantic, worrying Momo and Echizen would be so upset after fighting over Ann that it would wreck the team’s chemistry. Well, fuck! It had wrecked something all right—his peace of mind and his chemistry with Inui-sempai!

He’d struggled with the idea that Inui-sempai might want to date him. He’d been scared—Inui had talked him into doubles when he was originally opposed to partnering with him. He gone from actively not wanting to, to wanting to play doubles with Inui so much he actually protested when sempai had told the coach he should be playing singles again. There was something, well, seductive, about Inui’s attention. There seemed to be nothing he didn’t know about Kaidoh. And while he saw everything with a cold accuracy, he was warm in his praise. Kaidoh shifted uncomfortably, remembering how Inui had predicted a wonderful future for him in tennis. He’d praised Kaidoh’s body—for tennis, for tennis only!

All that had made it a little bit probable that maybe Inui-sempai had a thing for him. He observed male tennis players all the time, obsessively. A man like him could easily be gay. And then he clearly liked Kaidoh and wanted to be his partner—in tennis, in tennis only—and as doubles partners and training partners, they’d just clicked. Moreover, the data specialist did nice things for Kaidoh, well, not like holding a door for a girl or giving her flowers, but he’d designed a menu just for Kaidoh. Oh, and he’d told Kaidoh to do fewer exercises than optimal, knowing he would add on the additional ones to reach just the perfect amount. In other words, he’d protected Kaidoh from himself, from his tendency to overwork his body. But these things that Kaidoh appreciated Inui doing for him all were based on his sempai’s data, his observations of the Viper. But Inui’s data suggested he wasn’t asking for a “date” because he knew Kaidoh was straight, right?

Hell, he knows everything about me, thought Kaidoh. Did he know my cell phone wasn’t charged that day? Did he deliberately make his words ambiguous? Did he leave the spot he told me to meet him at before I arrived, just so I’d spend the night worrying about it? Did he plan for me to have THAT DREAM?

No! No! No!

Hissing, Kaidoh tried to shake it all off—and succeeded. He wasn’t going to let some stupid dream—no, some damn nightmare, mess up his life!

But the next morning, he woke up hard again—and he’d had THAT DREAM again. He’d taken a cold shower, seemed ok, and gone down to breakfast. And then his mother had praised Inui-sempai for his diet for Kaidoh, for supervising him, and had dropped a horrific bombshell: Inui had agree to come over and stay in their home when she, his father, and Kaidoh’s brother were going off to visit Uncle and Aunt for their big twenty-fifth wedding anniversary party next week. It was too bad Kaidoh couldn’t come, but with Seigaku in the middle of the Kantou Reginals, everyone understood.

Fortunately, his family thought Kaidoh’s upset was at missing the family trip and the big party, not at the thought of Sadaharu Inui coming to stay at the Kaidoh home. After all, Inui-sempai was his training partner, his doubles partner, his best friend on the team, right?

But back upstairs in his room, the Viper was remembering how Inui-sempai was the one who in his dreams came up to him at that spot at the river where they’d first talked about pairing in doubles. He’d said, “Kaidoh, your nipples are 74% erect. Are you aroused?”

Dream-Kaidoh had protested. And Dream-Inui had reached out and touched a nipple, saying, “Ah! As I predicted! Your nipples are now 100% erect, and your cock is 38% erect.”

And then he had touched that too. He’d touched it until it was 100% erect. From behind Kaidoh, he’d said as he reached around, “The chance that you will come if I do this: 100%.”

He’d done it.

Inui-sempai had jerked him off.

Dream-Inui-sempai, that is. He had touched him, touched his aching, hard cock, moving his hand over it with skill, moving his other hand over Kaidoh’s balls, his nipples, his hip. Yes, for some reason, a hand from behind sliding over his hip bone or the pelvic bone, oh fuck, he didn’t know, this thing here, this curve just above his thigh, felt so good. Hell, his own hand there felt good. And fingertips, when a hand slid along there, would brush the edges of his pubic hair—which gave him shivers. In the dream, he’d felt himself weakening—that same way he would when a cute little cat would come up to him wanting to play or a fun little puppy. He just had trouble saying no. And in his dream, Inui had know everything about him, everything that aroused him, everything that felt so fucking good!

He’d come hard in the dream, and then weak with his orgasm, well, that was when the nightmare part started. Because even a dream Inui believed in pushing one’s talents and practicing—and he’d wanted Kaidoh to jerk him on in under 3 minutes 24 seconds, or he’d have to drink Inui Juice—Inui Man Juice! And he’d tried and tried, but he’d not succeeded. And he’d been pushed down to his knees, and Inui-sempai had drawn out his cock, saying, “You’ll take a full dose of Inui Juice orally or anally. So open up Kaidoh, and swallow every drop, or I’ll have this up your ass!”

He’d woken up then, sweating, hard, and even a little sticky—his cock was leaking a little precum. But he wouldn’t, he couldn’t masturbate—because that would mean he was gay!

Ah, fuck, he was hard again just remembering it all! Maybe he was gay? Maybe he should just masturbate? No, no, not until he got this thing with Inui out of his head, out of his dreams, would he touch himself—because he WASN’T GAY! No! There was no way he was going to touch himself, stroke himself, thinking of a guy! And perhaps because he was already so hard, the Viper wasn’t thinking straight, for it didn’t occur to him that he could jerk off thinking about women.

Over the next five nights, the dreams kept coming, and things weren’t getting any better for Kaidoh. He carefully hid his trouble from everyone, especially Inui. In the day, it seemed ridiculous to think he might be gay—unless he saw Inui. That was a relief, however, because at least this little gay problem he was having was limited to only Inui. The Viper pushed himself harder each day, and his teammates all thought he was fired up to face Jyousei Shonan. But he really was wanting to exhaust himself so that he wouldn’t dream at night. Because his dreams were getting worse, much worse.

In his dreams he was gay, very gay. That internet researched he’d done, trying to figure out if he was gay or not, had been a big mistake--a terrible, terrible mistake because now he knew all about gay sex. He, who had never even kissed anyone, knew about THAT.

And last night, Dream Inui-sempai had come and come in his throat and mouth so much, that he couldn’t drink it all down no matter how hard he’d tried, sucking and swallowing. The data specialist had responded to his failure by pulling off Kaidoh’s shorts and pushing him down on all fours. And for some reason, in the dream, Kaidoh had been here on his bed, on his hands and knees. Inui had slid his fingers into Kaidoh’s ass, one by one, stretching him, playing with him, finding his prostate, hitting it with his fingertips, and sending waves of pleasure through the Viper, shocking him. Then those fingers had pulled out, and Dream-Inui had said that when his cock hit that place, the chance Kaidoh would scream for more was 100%.

And then though Kaidoh begged him not to, Inui-sempai had thrust his cock into his virgin body, his virgin ass, and hit his prostate hard. Dream Kaidoh screamed, and the real Kaidoh had come awake abruptly--

--to find his shorts full of cum.

And tomorrow Inui-sempai would be here, here in this house.

Inui-sempai whose eyes saw everything.

Inui-sempai who might just figure out that Kaidoh had a hidden problem, a hard problem, a leaking, red, rock-hard problem. When he thought about his dreams of Inui-sempai, he got an erection, and when he thought about the real Inui-sempai when he was erect, his erection got wet. The solution was not to think about those dreams at all. But Inui would expect to see his room, hell, even hang out in his room. If any of the regulars—even Momoshiro—visited, of course, he would have them up here. But Inui-sempai, here in this room, this room with this bed, this very bed where he’d dreamed of him, dreamed of Inui taking his virginity—how then could he possibly hide his problem from Inui’s all-seeing eyes?

The chances of Inui-sempai finding out that Kaidoh couldn’t seemed to stop thinking about him THAT WAY, that GAY way, seemed 100%.