xYOUNG JEREMY TAYLOR - 1
Copyright 2006 by Carl Mason
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This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both adults and teenagers. As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, if those in power and/or those whom you trust treat it as illegal, or if it would create unresolvable moral dilemmas in your life, please leave. Finally, remember that maturity generally demands safe sex.
CHAPTER 1
(Precopius: The Academy - AD 2455)
The young schoolboy listened intently to the almost hypnotic string of commands issuing from the loudspeakers on the parade ground. For a moment they even took his attention away from the fact that he was dead tired and the sweat was running down his naked body in great streams! "Right-hold-flex-step, Left-hold-flex-step, Right-hold-flex- step!" How could his 16 year-old Precopian classmates keep this up for two and three hours - and at increasingly fast speeds? Damn! If he kept his knee stiff as he lifted each leg and flexed a thigh once more before stepping, his quads would peal off his leg and lie quivering on the concrete! Thankfully, the chime sounded after only another 40 minutes of this torture, and the formation immediately broke up into small groups of three and four teens headed for the dormitories and showers. As he departed the parade ground, Sergeant Czenus nodded positively at him and received Jeremy's salute (a fist flung horizontally across his thick chest) with a satisfied look.
Holding his face up towards the shower stream, the bronzed, blond-haired youth simply stood still as the water jet swirled some of the pain out of his muscled body. Standing next to him, his buddy, Kazan - also a Second Classman - snickered in some amusement. "If I hadn't heard you say how sharp you think our Rangers look when marching, I might have more sympathy for you," he laughed. "Not funny, you Precopian blockhead!" the blond snarled. "An Earthman's muscles just don't stretch the way yours do!" "Oh, I don't know," Forinth, a second Precopian buddy, snickered; "I have six years of marching drills and competitions behind me and no sergeant has ever signaled that he was even a little satisfied!" Shaking the water from his hair in every direction, Jeremy just growled in exasperation, threw his arms over his buddies' shoulders, and steered the three of them towards the pile of towels.
Back in their room, they found that Pegosi, the fourth occupant, had still not returned from a meeting of the Class officers. While Kazan and Forinth stretched out on Kazan's lower bunk, Jeremy, still naked like the others, sprawled on Pegosi's. For a 16 year- old - and an Earthman at that - he presented quite a picture. In the eight months since he had arrived on Precopius to attend the Academy - an honor that hadn't been extended to an Earthman for the previous two centuries - he had grown nearly two inches in height and had put on a good twenty pounds, all of it muscle! Eyes were always drawn to the shaggy golden locks that immediately set him apart from the dark- haired Precopians and those peoples descended from them. The rare color was emphasized by brilliant blue eyes, a handsome visage, and the neck of an athlete; his chest and arms were muscular; his torso narrowed dramatically as it approached the belt of cartilage that separated it from thighs and calves perfected in daily sport and marching drills; his muscular buttocks were beautifully rounded and carried high. In repose, his heavy cock and egg-sized balls in their long, soft sack lay draped over his thigh. Traces of golden hair were seen in his pits, above his imposing genitals, and on his calves, but, as yet, the smooth, lustrous skin of the youngster generally lay open to the admiring gaze of his fellows.
Scratching lazily, Kazan rearranged his equipment and shifted his position on the relatively narrow bunk. (Although there are some minor DNA differences, the Precopians look about the same as we do...on the outside - other than the fact that they are uniformly well-built and quite handsome. Many 110 year-olds, however, are quite active.) "Was Lieutenant Arius correct in 'Interplanetary Sociology', Jer? Do you Earthlings actually live with homosexuals? That's pretty disgusting, isn't it?"
"He was basically right, bud," Jeremy, answered, "although there aren't too many of them. Besides, they know to stay out of our way and leave us alone." "Oh, come on, Jer," Forinth exploded, "You go to school with them, don't you? How can you stand their eyes sliming you as you shower after sports?" "Well, I guess we've gotten used to it," Jeremy responded, "although I must admit that it's given us a pretty bad name in most parts of the Galaxy." "Damned right!" Forinth snapped. "Better here where we euthanize the vermin as soon as they are identified. Shit, man, if your dad weren't General Hasdrick Taylor, a man who won more medals than Emperor Isandrious IX, died for the Federation in the great Battle of Zirka, and was the only Earthman ever to beat one of "the People" in a major sporting event, I doubt that you'd be here!"
"Maybe you're right, Pigsnout," the young Earthling snorted. With those words, he grabbed a protruding foot and pulled his buddy down onto the floor where they rolled over and over between the bunks in mock combat. Only when they heard a chime did they stop, return to the shower for a quick rinse and, together with Kazan and Pegosi, don their Academy shorts and T-shirts prior to marching to supper. Jeremy had pretty well gotten used to Precopian food and drink, though there were moments when he would have sold his soul for a burger and a shake! Based on Di-u- copian principles, the food served at their table was tailored directly to the physical and mental needs of middle adolescents. Sitting at attention, Jeremy forked bits of the gamey dark red meat into his mouth, played with the teal-colored vegetable (but eventually managed to get it down), sipped the hot Xenabark (vaguely reminiscent of our eucalyptus) tea, and enthusiastically consumed the warm steamed pudding. When he was through, he obediently swallowed the large pill that had been placed in a paper cup beside his plate. In accord with general orders, not a speck of food remained on his plate as the cadet-in-charge, a First Classman, bade them rise.
The golden-haired one had only completed one game of "Cassadian Swamp Monster" in the Rec Room when a Fourth Class messenger appeared and informed him that Sergeant Czenus would like to see him...now. Going up one floor and thence to the end of the corridor, Jeremy reached the apartment of the sergeant, a famous "Hero of the People," and knocked respectfully. On hearing a small chime, he opened the door, entered, closed the portal, and came smartly to attention. "Cadet Jeremy Taylor," he barked, whipping the saluting fist across his chest with, perhaps, just a little extra vigor.
(Sergeant Czenus)
"At ease, Cadet," the still powerful warrior and highly respected instructor murmured from his chair. "You marched much better in today's drill. Your thighs did not give you excessive pain?" "Nothing that I couldn't handle, Sergeant, at least with the help of the pills you've given me." "Good..." the scarred figure hissed. "You must have a fair chance to meet our highest physical standards, at least with extreme effort on your part." "Yes, Sergeant. Thank you, Sergeant!" barked the golden-haired boy. "Very well," the NCO continued. "Off with your clothes and let's take a look." Smartly removing his shorts and T-shirt, the teen hurried to the side of the man who would have probably been in a wheelchair or in a nursing home on Planet Earth. "Here, boy, lift your knee up on the arm of this chair," he commanded. As Jeremy placed his knee on the upholstered arm, he gasped as his heavy quads naturally flexed. "Pain?" the sergeant murmured. "Not too bad," the boy breathed unevenly. "Just a little stiff from this afternoon." Jeremy grimaced and emitted a sharp cry as powerful fingers dug into his thigh muscles. "Show no pain...ever, Cadet!" the sergeant said in a conversational tone of voice. "Send your mind to Sadir instead. Now put your foot on the carpet and turn around." Admiring the sculpted buttocks of the young man who stood slightly bent over at his side, the Precopian pressed one hand firmly against his flat, lower stomach and slowly manipulated his lower spine with the other. Suddenly, Jeremy sighed and stood upright. "Better, yes?" his sergeant inquired. "Yes, Sergeant. Thank you, Sergeant!" the cadet snapped. "Do you follow orders, Cadet?" "Yes, Sergeant!" "Are you brave, Cadet?" Yes, Sergeant!" Very well, turn around and face me," Czenus ordered.
His face crimson with embarrassment, unable to conceal his reddened 8-inch cock that was now hard erect and pulsing, Jeremy reluctantly turned back towards the chair. "Sorry, Sergeant," he whispered, wishing that a hole would appear in the carpet and allow him to jump in. "You Earthmen," Sergeant Czenus snickered, "I have never been able to figure out when you will be embarrassed and when you won't. Come closer." As Jeremy approached the chair, Czenus reached out and took the cadet's cock firmly in hand. Using a bit of the precum flowing from his urethra, he gently caressed the massive instrument, fondly looking at the boy. In a matter of seconds, Jeremy rose on his tiptoes, every muscle in his body tautly defined, his head thrown back, a cry fighting to escape his clenched teeth. Leaning well forward, the sergeant took the lad's cock into his mouth and fondled his heavy balls with his free hand. Like gas escaping from a burst balloon, the cry exploded from the boy's mouth. "YES, SERGEANT! OH, YES! OH, PLEASE DON'T STOP!" Laughing to himself, the warrior kneaded the youth's proud buttocks with both hands while his mouth kept sucking and tonguing vigorously. Only moments later, the cadet screamed, "Oh, Y-E-S!" and began pumping into the soldier's mouth until he yelled in exultation and exploded.
As Jeremy regained his wits, he realized that he was on his knees between the sergeant's legs, his torso slumped forward against the soldier's. Murmuring softly, the soldier was gently stroking his hair and occasionally pressing the boy's wet cheek against his. "Will my mother learn how I disgraced myself before being put to death - or simply that I died here on Precopius?" the youngster whispered. "Ssh-h-h, be still," Czenus muttered gently as he turned his head and kissed the side of the youth's forehead. Realizing that neither of them was satisfied, his hand began at the back of Jeremy's neck and worked its way down his broad back. Slowly, he helped the husky youth to climb into his lap where he lay, confused and half-aroused, looking up at his sergeant. "I need you as much as you needed me this night, young soldier," the sergeant said softly. "Will you help me as I helped you?" His eyes wide with lust - and something more - the lad simply nodded.
Removing his trousers and heavily lubricating his cock and the boy's anus, he then told Jeremy slowly to back up between his widespread legs and begin to sit down on his lap. Placing his hands on the sides of the lad's hips, he guided Jeremy down and to the very tip of his erect cock. As the youngster's anus contacted his rock-hard, dripping sword, the blond gasped and positioned his hands on the heavy arms of the chair. Allowing Czenus's hands to guide him, he slowly, athletically lowered himself until he felt the Sergeant's pubes beneath him. Leaning slightly forward, Czenus ran his tongue over as much of the boy's spine as he could reach. Simultaneously, he repeatedly raked his fingernails over the muscles of the lad's powerful thighs that were expanding and contracting as he rode his cock. Sensually, he raked them across the boy's tight stomach before forcefully twisting his nipples. Harder and harder, faster and faster, the youth rode the Sergeant's sword that was matching him thrust for thrust. As Czenus began literally slamming the lad's hunky body down on his cock, Jeremy's face and the swelling cords in his neck gradually tightened and turned a bright red. Finally, able to stand no more, his mouth open and gasping for air, he threw his thick neck backwards and screamed, AH-H-H-H-H-H! YES! YES! OH, Y-E-S! Both men held on for dear life as their bodies spasmed repeatedly.
When their pounding hearts no longer promised to tear their chests apart, Czenus helped the boy to rise and stand immediately before him. Steadying a still very shaky young man, his hands tightly grasping the boy's beautiful cheeks, he lovingly licked the remnants of a massive orgasm from a cock that was still as hard as steel.
The trembling sixteen year-old raised his tear-filled eyes to the sergeant's face. "I'd like to say that you seduced me into doing that," he said, his voice clear if shaky. "The truth is that I wanted it...every bit of it...every minute of it. I'm proud that it happened with a man as great as you, a man who fought beside my dad. (Pause.) Am I under arrest, Sergeant?"
"All I can say, Cadet Taylor, is that you are going to be a man whose deeds will outshine his father's. He would be exceedingly proud of his son this day - as I am. You are not alone on Precopius, young Jeremy. Believe that the day will come when we can be ourselves wherever we find ourselves in the Galaxy. Until then, we shall cope...and we shall do our duty. Use my bathroom now and get yourself together. It is time for you to return to your dormitory room before you are missed." The youngster wiped his face, grinned wearily - but gamely, and headed for the bathroom.
(An Invitation)
No sooner had the somewhat distracted youngster entered his dorm room than Kazan nearly draped himself around his shoulders and yelled, "We're invited to dine with the family on Friday night! You have an experience ahead of you, Earthman!"
To Be Continued