Jiraiya Does Konoha [NEW Chapter By DeathJunkE]

By: Adrinix
Warnings: Oral, Anal, Yaoi, Bara.
Pairing: Jiraiya/Asuma


The summer heat had not entirely calmed down in the village of Konoha. All through the city people were enjoying the summer festival, the effects of the heat and humidity could be seen in many faces. Inspite of the heat, Jiraiya, one of the three legendary Sannin, was walking aimlessly down a street in his usual red coat, looking for something, (or rather someone) to catch his ‘attention’. The sun was beginning to set and dark clouds loomed in patches in the sky above.

“…lightning storm for sure tonight…,” an old man was saying to his wife as he passed them.

He continued on down the street, passing more and more people in colorful kimono. Then something caught his eyes; a lovely young shapely blond girl was teasing an old man looking for directions. Drawing closer the old man departed. With a perverse look on his face the Sannin came up behind the young girl.

“Why hello young miss.” He said in deep voice. “Would you like some company?”

The girl turned around and disappointment spread across his face.
“Ahh-ha-ha-haaa, fooled you Ero-Sannin.” The girl said pointing at the aged ninja. With a puff of white smoke the girl turned into a spiky hared boy.

“Gahh, damnit Naruto, you know I cant resist you when you take that form.”
Naruto laughed out loud once again. “Ha, the great Uzumaki Naruto can bring a Sannin to his knees with only transformation jutsu.” He doubled over with laughter.

“Shouldn’t you be training for the chunin exam?” Jiraiya asked, silently wishing he could be free of the annoying blonde.

“Aww, come on Ero-Sannin, it’s a festival night.”

“Fine then. Go see if Sakura wants to scoop goldfish with you.” He said, knowing if the kid had his mind on that girl, he’d be free to pursue more pleasurable company. The trick worked and the boy ran off to find his pink hared teammate.

Jiraiya continued on his way to one of his favorite places for enjoying women; only to find it closed. A sign affixed to the door read: ‘Closed during festival week’

“Crap.” He muttered under his breath. And after a quick look around the village, he discovered similar signs on the other brothels.

Sulking; he found a bar and ordered some sake. After a few drinks the sound of rain made itself known outside. Several people came in, seeking shelter, while others simply opened umbrellas and continued on their way. Darkness soon fell over the town and lamps were lit.

Sometime later, after Jiraiya had emptied about a third of the bottle, he noticed someone out of the corner of his eye; Asuma, one of the village's Jonin, had entered. He brushed the rain from his hair and lit up a cigarette. After taking a drag his eyes met with Jiraiya’s and the man nodded at him, inviting him to sit.

Together they to finish off the rest of the bottle amidst some small talk about the exams and moved on to a second bottle. They were the only ones left in the bar by closing, and both were very well wasted; though Jiraiya was handling himself better. Asuma was falling over himself as they were leaving, so Jiraiya had to help him back to his place.

The rain was still falling heavily; thunder and lightning crashed overhead; they were soaked to the bone by the time they arrived at the Jonin’s apartment.

After striping Asuma of his wet kimono and dumping him on the bed in his fundoshi, he went to the restroom to relieve himself. He then grabbed a towel and started drying his silver hair. He came back out into the bedroom to see if Asuma was still alive, and was surprised to see a massive bulge in the sleeping ninjas fundoshi.

Surprised by his own attraction to men, he found himself drawing closer, mesmerized by the throbbing length now poking out from under the cloth. His mind raced a car crash. He had not had much experience sucking cock, and now his own perverted nature was tempting him to take action.

Forgetting the towel still on his head, he slowly sunk to his knees, eyes still fixed on Asuma’s dick. He reached up and undid the cloth and pulled it away, revealing a thick eight-inch shaft leading down to a large pair of hairy balls. Licking his lips slightly he moved forward, stopping for a moment as the other man moved in his sleep, but he remained still and the older man reached out and put his hand on the organ. Asuma wriggled slightly, but remained asleep. Jiraiya gave it a few strokes; pulling the foreskin back and moved a little closer; he could see a drop of precum building up on the tip. Shooting a glance up to see if Asuma was still asleep, he moved in and licked the white drop from the tip. Asuma let out a soft moan.

The taste was strange, but in a good way. He brought his tongue against the tip again, and took the whole head into his mouth. He licked up the pre as it dribbled its way out. He felt his own cock growing hard, harder than he had ever been from licking a woman. He began licking and sucking every inch of the shaft and balls hungrily. Asuma soon began to stir, and then his body jumped when he woke up and realized what was going on.

“Jiraiya…?” He asked dazedly for a moment.

Rather than stopping him, he placed his hand on the back of the mans head and pushed him down on his cock more.

“Ahh, fuck…. ohh that feels good…yeah, keep going.” He moaned at intervals. His body was covered with a mix of rainwater and sweat, making his skin sheen. Jiraiya saw this as he looked up his body at his face, his eyes were closed and his face flushed in pleasure. He continued molesting Asuma’s cock for several more minuets until…

“NNHHNNNN AHH FUCK!” The Jonin bellowed as several thick ropes of cum shot into Jiraiya’s mouth. He licked it up eagerly, enjoying the salty sweetish taste.
Asuma’s breath was slow and heavy as he lay n his back on the bed.

“Jiraiya…why…did…?”

But Jiraiya didn’t speak; he stood up and began taking off his damp clothing. Asuma watched the man as he did this. His eyes widened in shock as the fundoshi was removed.
A bright flash of lightning (followed by a clap of thunder) lit the room and showed what that what Jiraiya had was much bigger than his own; at least nine inches. Asuma stared with a mix of awe and fear. He slid off the bed and onto his knees on the floor

Jiraiya let out a soft moan as he felt Asuma’s warm mouth close over his cock he put his hands on either side of Asuma’s head and began thrusting into his mouth.

Jiraiya moaned thrusting faster into Asuma’s mouth, he wanted more, he wanted to feel Asuma from the inside, to make him scream his name. He picked up the bearded man and pushed him face down onto the bed. He grabbed the mans firm ass and spread the cheeks revealing the tight hole. Jiraiya got to his knees by the bed, and buried his face in Asuma’s ass, eating his hole out lustfully.
Asuma buried his face in the pillow moaning softly. The older man's tongue working his tight virgin hole. Asuma wanted to beg the Sannin to stop, but he also wanted to beg him for more.

“Ji-Jiraiya-ahhhhhh, p-please…” he begged.

“Want more?” He whispered in his ear.

Asuma opened his mouth not knowing what to say (Jiraiya gave his hole a gentle prod with his finger.) “Ahhh, yes. Please.”

“Heh, good. You're gonna love this.” He said, spiting on his fingers and spreading it over his oozing cock, mixing the precum and saliva together. He poised his cock at Asuma’s hole, pressing is slightly against the resisting muscle. “You ready? Here it comes.”

Asuma’s eyes bulged and a suppressed scream escaped his throat. “Take it out.” He pleaded

“Relax.” Jiraiya said soothingly, “the pain only lasts for a few minuets.”
Asuma’s hole was fighting him, trying to keep the organ out, but Jiraiya held onto the younger man’s hips and buried himself in a little deeper. Asuma was shaking; his hole was burning. His hand made its way to the bedside table where it managed to knock a jar of grease onto the bed. Jiraiya saw this and picked up the bottle. After looking at it for a moment he pulled himself out and applied the grease to himself and Asuma. He re-entered making Asuma groan again, but he took it easier this time.

Jiraiya had his cock all the way in before he pulled Asuma up and held him close. He licked his ear and whispered: “Are you okay?”

Asuma didn’t respond, he only nodded before leaning his head back into Jiraiya’s shoulder. Jiraiya gave a thrust into his lover; slowly; again and again. Asuma cried out with each thrust, but didn’t ask to stop. He interlaced his fingers with Jiraiya’s, and turned his face towards Jiraiya, who took Asuma’s face in his free hand and kissed him.

Still locked at the mouth they made there way down onto he bed. Still lying side-by-side, Jiraiya resumed his thrusting.

“Ahh yes. Please more.” He moaned. The old man complied thrusting faster, still holding the younger ninja as close as possible to his body. His breaths were deep and slow. Asuma’s virgin hole was the best pleasure he had enjoyed for a long while.

Hours passed, they were both drenched as if they were still out in the rain. Both were panting heavily. They had both cum several times. Jiraiya was on the edge, once again. Trying to hold himself back. Asuma took his hand and brought it down to his own cock. He wrapped his hand around it and began to stroke slowly. His hand was covered in cum and grease. His hand easily made Asuma hard once again. Asuma was crying out in pleasure “Ahh please faster.”

Jiraiya gave all he had left into it, both stroking his lover and fucking him. Asuma climaxed again. He thrust into Jiraiya’s hand and for the fourth time that night shot hot streams of cum onto Jiraiya's hand and the bed. Jiraiya came moments later as Asuma’s hole contracted on his cock sending waves of pleasure through him. His hips bucked wildly as he drove in and out. Filling Asuma with another helping of his hot seed.

They both lay on the bed, breathing heavily. Unable to move. Jiraiya’s cock slid itself out of Asuma's hole that was now steadily leaking cum. Sleep took them both.
Jiraiya awoke several hours later his head pounding mildly from hangover. He sat up. The smell of cum filled the air. He looked over to the window to see the sun had barely risen. He walked over and opened it, letting a rush of fresh damp air blow past his sweaty body; the chill was pleasant. He stretched and looked back at the bed where Asuma was still sleeping. He decided to let him sleep as he had several important matters to attend to. He quickly dressed and slipped outside. He leapt from the railing to rooftop and went off to the Hot Springs for a bath.