Copyright 2006 by Carl Mason
All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for strictly personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. "Young Jeremy Taylor" is strictly fictional. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As in real life, however, the sexual themes unfold gradually. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author at carl_mason@comcast.net
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 4
(Revisiting Chapter 3)
They sat talking for a while on the edge of the big fountain in Academy Square. Jeremy realized that the kid was lonely, but he was pretty sure that he wouldn't stick to him like a leech. Instinct told him that wasn't his problem. Maybe, he could help. Eventually, he had to say that it was probably time for him to get back to his dorm. After they had exchanged phone, room/dorm, and e-mail data, the kid was all smiles. As he got up from the fountain wall, he grabbed the back of Forenshii's neck with his big hand and affectionately squeezed. The boy giggled and pounded him on the shoulder. When Jeremy waved as he walked away, he called out, "Later, friend."
(Continuing Our Story - The Lion of Zirka)
Immediately on finishing breakfast and checking his uniform (for, perhaps, the eighth time), Jeremy headed for the Superintendent's office in the Administration Building. A pleasant older secretary told him to have a seat. The General would be with him shortly. Some minutes later, she looked up in answer to a faint chime, told him that he might enter, and smiled as she pointed to the correct door.
After knocking lightly, Jeremy entered the office, silently closed the door, and snapped to rigid attention as he saluted vigorously. "Cadet Taylor reporting as ordered...SIR!" he barked. General Kylan Nozolius, Superintendent and the "Lion of Zirka," smiled warmly, motioned towards a comfortable chair and, in a light tone of voice, said, "Good morning, Cadet Taylor. I am happy finally to meet you in person. As you know, I served with your father on the Command ship at Zirka. He was a brave man - and a very wise one. I mourn his warrior's death personally." Smiling, he added, "I trust that his son is cut from the same cloth." With that, he put the handful of papers he had evidently been reading down on his desk, removed his glasses, cleaned them and, once replaced, looked back up at the blond-haired Earthman. I must tell you that your bearing at yesterday's game reflected great credit not only on you, but also on the entire school. In this instance, however, the Academy Board has met to consider Lieutenant Arius's complaint and recommendations. You are here to receive formal notice of its findings.
The Board is satisfied that you intended no insult nor did you question the authority of the instructor. I might add that the Lieutenant was the first to suggest this view. We did find, however, that the Academy's efforts to encourage purity of both body and spirit have grown lax in recent years and that it is time to reenergize those efforts. Even as we speak, notice of specific steps we would take is being distributed throughout the campus. I am very happy, young man, that this decision means you are free to leave this office without dishonor. When you next have contact with your lovely mother, by the way, kindly convey my greetings and best wishes. As the General rose from his chair, Jeremy snapped to attention and saluted. Thanking the General formally, he turned on his heel and departed immediately.
Hurrying down the steps of the Administration Building, the young Earthling had everything he could do to avoid running. His first class, Celestial Navigation, was in Heroes Hall, halfway across campus. The fact that many cadets were already reading notices posted on bulletin boards scarcely registered. Just making the class before the chime, he sank into his chair with obvious relief.
When a reasonably interesting class had been dismissed, Jeremy stopped by his dorm. Idly, he picked up a memorandum that had been placed on each Cadet desk. It read simply:
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BY ORDER OF THE SUPERINTENDENT
Inasmuch as the Academy's efforts to encourage purity of both body and spirit have grown lax in recent years, the following orders are posted for immediate implementation:
Other than in sport and at marching drills, Cadets will take care not to appear in the nude anywhere on campus when in the presence of others.
Athletes and Cadets at drill will behave modestly and not call attention to their lack of dress.
Stalls are being constructed in every shower facility, the curtains of which must be drawn during showers. Cadets are also expected to wear underwear or swimming shorts when showering and to behave modestly when drying their bodies. Robes will be worn in the dormitory hallways when one is going to, and coming from hygienic facilities.
Language that has a sexual referent is strictly forbidden and will be dealt with severely. Even sexual innuendos are beneath the dignity of a true Precopian.
Attention must be paid to the modesty of informal dress both on campus and when going into town or on liberty.
Cadets will realize that homosexuality is utterly inconsistent with the deepest values of our culture. Violators will be expelled in disgrace. Instructors must treat this subject with the greatest possible delicacy, seeking the prior advice of the Vice Superintendent for Academics whenever possible.
Self-abuse represents continuing immaturity. Chaplains are available to counsel students caught in its snares.
Cadets coming in contact with the opposite sex will practice self-control and present themselves modestly.
A new one-credit course on "Manliness" will be offered to entering Fourth Classmen, beginning in the fall. Transfer students and current students will be familiarized with this content during Class meetings. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Dear God in heaven," Jeremy moaned. "Am I the cause of all this?"
Jeremy sat in the courtyard of the Student Affairs Building in shock for over an hour and a half. Finally, spotting Forenshii across the courtyard, he waved, walked over, and suggested lunch in the outdoor cafe.
(When in Doubt, Work It Out!)
Facing a couple of promising sandwiches, something that looked like an apple, and a cold health drink, Forenshii shook his head and jokingly asked, "What are the dark skulls going to say when they see a redhead and a blond at the same table?" "Don't know," responded a somewhat harried Jeremy, "and to tell the truth, I'm not sure that I care all that much. Sometimes, these people are too much for me!" "Know what you mean," Forenshii retorted, looking hungrily at the first half of a maetterweiss sandwich. Taking an enormous bite, he munched and choked out, "What do you think of the new regulations?" "Holy shit!" the Earthboy exploded. "Easy, man," counseled the redhead. Neither the word 'holy' nor the word 'shit' is forbidden this week, but just wait until next week!" Despite his high disgust, Jeremy had to giggle. "Tell you what, redhead. My rule is the same as the old Harvard University band on the Planet Earth. 'Ignorantiam non carborundum!' 'Don't let the bastards wear you down '," he translated loosely and giggled again. "I've got another motto, Forenshii. When things get rough and you're deep in doubt, get over to the gym and work it out!" "I like that one just as well," mumbled the redhead as he crammed the last piece of sandwich into his mouth. "Let's get over there and pump a little iron!"
Meeting at the gym some 20 minutes later, the boys stripped and Jeremy donned his jock while Forenshii did something with a cord. Hitting the workout room, Forenshii worked with some free weights in front of a large mirror, Jeremy took his first serious look at the boy's build. Like many 15 year-olds, he was a bit lanky, but his body held promise. He might have gotten his red hair from his mother, but he had to have gotten his creamy skin from his Precopian father! Moving on to various machines, Forenshii more than held his own though, admittedly, some of it had to be hero worship! Inasmuch as the "privacy stalls" were not yet installed, the boys received permission to shower as they had previously. In the shower, Jeremy was highly complimentary and suggested that were the young redhead interested, he would gladly work with him on strengthening and molding his body. The boy, seemingly overcome, hung his head and almost broke down.
Seeking to prevent an even more embarrassing moment, the golden-haired one suggested that they check out a couple of the bikes maintained by the Fitness Center and ride over into the Park area. Noticing that Forenshii seemed to be tiring, Jeremy pulled up and suggested that they take a short break in a glade that he knew beyond the bridge. Walking their bikes, the boys suddenly entered a small meadow, a clearing surrounded by trees and bushes that was entirely private. Lying down on the soft grass, the red head rested his fiery locks on his hero, prompting Jeremy to put his arm over the youngster's naked chest. "This doesn't bother you, does it?" he asked. When Forenshii only dug his head in a little deeper into his chest, the bigger teen softly stroked his bicep and touched a fingertip to a nipple. "And this, Red? Does it bother you?" The redheaded one slowly reached up, took Jeremy's finger, brought it to his mouth, and sucked on it lightly. "It doesn't bother me, Jeremy. Nothing you do will bother me. I love you, and I'm so glad that we are alike in one more way."
"Gotta go. Wish I didn't. Let's hit the road," the blond teen exclaimed in a half-joking singsong chant. Back at the Center in short order, the boys said how glad they were that they had run into each other and how much they looked forward to the next time. As Jeremy trotted away, waving as before, Forenshii looked after him sadly and softly called out, "Later, friend."
Arriving back at the dorm before the others, the young Earthman was exhausted, hot, sexually aroused and, perhaps, more disturbed than he had ever been in life. The Muhrtog loss (especially the way in which he had been run over for the winning goal), the confused feelings about Sejennah (indeed, his whole sexuality), the incident with Lieutenant Arius (that had involved the Superintendent and his mother and brought repressive regulations down upon the entire student body), Forenshii's easy assumption that he was gay... Dear God... What a miserable week! What an impossible week!
(The 48-Hour Liberty)
He couldn't stay on campus; he couldn't even stay still. He just couldn't. As a Second Classman, he was allowed one 48-hour liberty per term on his simple Word that it was "necessary". (Naturally, if he was found to have violated his Word, he was no longer a Cadet. It was that simple.) After keying in his information and taking the permission form that the printer returned, he threw on a nice set of civies and left the Academy grounds as fast as he could. Given the fact that the subway entrance was right across the street from the Academy gate and the airbus stop was two blocks away, he took the slightly slower subway right into the city center. As he came above ground for the first time in twenty minutes, he found that he had picked an extremely hot and humid night for his "retreat." Most of the people on the street in the early evening were Precopians and, thus, didn't look all that different from him. There were others, however, who obviously came from planets that lay in every direction. Shades of the galactic travel stories he had read as a child! Given his dreams, it seemed like a good place to spend his seventeenth birthday.
Tiring, he stopped by a bar and had no trouble ordering a beer. As he caught his breath and cooled down a bit, he realized that most of the patrons were staring at him - and in a decidedly unfriendly fashion. Well, everyone knew that Precopians were highly xenophobic. After quickly swallowing a second beer that he found to be considerably stronger than the Earth variety, he got up and wandered back onto the street. Given the orange sunlight that was fast fading, he must have simply walked around for an hour or two. Finding himself in a decidedly sleazy part of the city, he was suddenly stopped by a Civil Patrol [police] robot. Placing his permission form on the robot's scanner at its request, he listened to the clicking sounds and the indication that the robot had phoned a central dispatch center. Finally, a mechanical voice spoke: "Young man, you are a valued ally and are most welcome on Precopius. This part of the city, however, is not one that we can recommend to you. Please return to the central area. If you can not walk, we will summon transportation." "No, that's ok...sir," a somewhat shaken Earthling replied. I can make it. Thank you." "Good night, sir," the CP robot responded. "Please take your ID and a map from my scanner and enjoy your evening."
By the time that he returned to the city hub, it was not only getting late, but had begun to rain lightly. The simple sport shirt that Jeremy had put on at the dorm gave him no protection. (In truth, it was probably best that the air remained hot and sticky.) After having a third beer - that gave him quite a buzz - he took out his small pouch of Precopian coins. Removing one for the barkeep, he suddenly realized that he had tucked several phone numbers into the sack, including Sejennah's. Did he dare?
Tired, confused, a bit high, and utterly frustrated, he heard Sejennah pick up her private phone. (The small viewing screen was broken on the Citiphone that he was using.) To his surprise, she was delighted that he was calling. He was only able to tell her that he was on a 48-hour pass and was downtown before she coyly asked if he were ready for her to take some more pictures. In his confusion, he later remembered that he had mumbled something, whereupon she had arranged to pick him up at an airbus station only two blocks from where he was standing.
"Jer, you're an absolute mess," she had laughed when he shook some of the water off and struggled into her car. "Reach into the back seat. There's a shawl that you can wrap around you. "Oh, Sejennah, I'm so very grateful for your help." "No problem, handsome," she laughed. "That's what friends are for. A friend of mine at the university has a small apartment here in town. She said that we could use it if that's ok with you." "Yes, ok, and thanks. I'm pretty well out of it. You don't know how grateful I am, beautiful lady," the blond responded.
Sopping wet and feeling increasingly ill, Jeremy staggered up four flights of stairs and followed Sejennah into the apartment. His chest heaving, he immediately slumped down onto one of the old wooden chairs in the living room. "Jeremy," she said with authority in her voice. "I think I've seen all of you that there is to see, so let's not go 'round the bush on that score. Get everything off while I find you a warm blanket. Now!" Clearly, most of the fight had left her young Earthman. When she returned, he had stripped everything off other than his jock. "I said 'everything'," she snapped. Without protest, he pushed the jock down over his muscular thighs and gratefully accepted her wrapping the blanket around him. "Now come with me to the bed in the next room and lie down," she ordered, guiding him by a thick arm. "I'll go into the kitchen and fix you something hot to drink," she continued. When she returned, however, her guest was fast asleep. After phoning two of her closest friends, she lay down beside him.
When Jeremy woke up a few hours later, his head pounding and his mouth tasting like the inside of a cesspool, he actually felt considerably worse than when he had left the afternoon before. Sejennah sat on the edge of the bed and asked how she could help. Struggling to rise, close to being delirious, the young athlete moaned that he had to get back to the Academy. His protectress put a hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him back down. "Do you really want to return to school and let them see you in this shape?" she asked bluntly. When the boy admitted that he didn't, she asked him if he would let her help. At the end of his physical and psychological resources, he whispered that he would.
Ten minutes later she returned from the bathroom. "Come with me," she directed, "We're going to get you into the tub." With her help, he managed to get into the large tub, not even complaining that the water was so hot that it had steam rising from it. Slowly, she washed him, realizing how much she desired to feel his smooth skin and muscles beneath her hands. Reddened by the heat, he finally left the tub only to feel his swollen genitals and his aching body gently dried. Sitting the weakened hunk on the commode, she concocted a mixture of painkillers and a sleep aid, led him back to the bed, lightly massaged his proud body, and spread the blanket over him. Within minutes, he was dead to the world. Several times during the morning and the early afternoon, she removed the blanket and gently wiped the sweat from his skin. Once, in response to a massive erection, she held his balls and stroked his thick cock until his semen flowed over her hand. She wanted him so very badly - and, yet, she knew it was not to be. In the late afternoon, he finally awakened and struggled to sit upright in bed. Sejennah grinned at him from the doorway. "I'm afraid you've had a touch of what we call 'rock fever'," she said. "It's not life threatening, but it does knock you out. A friend of mine who is a medical student said that our systems are close enough simply to let you sleep it off, as we do. Frankly, nothing else helps much. As soon as you get a little food in you, you are going to feel better fast! (Moments later, a tray on his knees, he munched away. He didn't dare ask about several things that he was putting into his mouth, but they didn't taste too bad - and he WAS feeling better.)
In the early evening, wrapped in his blanket, he wandered back into the living room and asked if there was anything else to eat. "I was just about to call you," Sejennah laughed. As he ate, Jeremy reached out his hand and laid it on top of his young friend's. I'm grateful," he murmured. "Is there something I can do to say 'thank you', even if I can't repay you or even give you everything you want?" Smiling thoughtfully, she said that it was not at all necessary, for they were friends. "If you MUST do me a favor," she added, "I'd love to take some more pictures...without the damned telephoto lens. And, if you are feeling supremely generous, I have a special friend who would dearly love to join me. You need not fear her. There is no personal connection; she's from a distant planet." "Anything, beautiful lady. I'm yours, body and soul, until I have to return to the Academy."
In the midmorning sun, three figures moved out onto the large, completely private, outdoor balcony that opened off the top floor apartment's living room: the fascinating light blue creature who had to be less than 3.5 feet tall, Sejennah, and a spectacularly built young, blond-haired athlete. He posed tirelessly - solo and with them. When Sejennah threw off her clothing, he whirled her around the room and posed with her for countless other sensual shots taken by the creature. She no longer posed any physical questions for him - or he for her - but that was ok. They were friends. Strangely enough, however, when he lifted the small creature and held "it" against his chest, he felt a strong response. Further, when he allowed it to curl around his lower body, he experienced both a powerful erection and, following the sensation of being "explored" anally, the wildest of orgasms. Sejennah was amused. It seems that on the creature's planet, every form of life is both male and female. With higher life forms, its gender manifestation depends on personal desire and the situation.
To Be Continued