Stardate 46679.8. Fourteen-year-old Jake flopped down in the chair, the perfect picture of despair and teen angst. Sitting opposite him, his best friend, Nog, crossed his arms on the table and pressed his bulbous forehead against them.
"Well, well, aren't we the happy duo tonight," observed Nog's uncle as he approached their table. "I thought you were dating the Flynn sisters?" The two boys did not even look up. Quark glanced at one and then the other. Teenagers! He gave a silent prayer of thanks for not having children. "So, what can I get you? Two Antillian Sunrises? Large root beers? We have some nice fresh Ferengi tube worms, Nog. And for you, Jake, I suppose you'd like something disgusting from Earth-maybe a chocolate shake and large fries with gravy."
"I'm too depressed to eat," sighed Jake.
"I'm too depressed to even think about eating," came Nog's muffled rejoiner.
"Well, go be depressed somewhere else," Quark snapped. "If you aren't going to order anything, leave this table for paying customers."
The boys knew from his tone of voice there was no arguing. Quark was always serious when it came to money. The two teenagers dragged themselves to their feet and shuffled out of Quark's. They walked over to the railing and glanced down at the concourse below. It was their favourite spot, the spot where they had first met shortly after Jake had arrived on the space station. That had been four months ago.
"Oh man, am I horny," groaned Jake.
"I'm beyond horny. I'm . . . well, whatever is beyond horny."
"I'd be getting laid right now if you hadn't screwed things up," Jake observed bitterly.
"Me? Me? What about you?"
"I didn't do anything."
"Now that's the fucking truth. You just sat there, like a Jovarian warthog. No, a Jovarian warthog would have shown more life."
"Well, even if that was so, which it isn't, that is a hell of a lot better than laying on my back in the atrium and ordering my date to feed me grapes."
"Feeding a man is a woman's place on Ferenginar. On Earth too. Remember that video Mrs. O'Brien showed us in school on . . . on . . . "
"On the Romans. But that was three millennia ago."
"An old custom on both planets."
Jake sighed. There was no explaining things to Nog once he had made his mind up on something. He had learned that quickly when he had agreed to teach Nog how to read. "Well, what really pissed Gritta off was your crack about her dress."
"What? She asked what I thought of it, and I told her she would look better out of it."
"She was looking for a complement."
"That was a complement. Her body is too good to be hiding behind clothing. Besides, it was a subtle hint that we should both get naked."
"You're as subtle as a load of titanium."
"So, I suppose talking endlessly about that place on Earth . . . what was it, Niagra Falls . . . was going to get you in Girra's panties?"
"That is a very romantic place. All the lovers on Earth go there. I was just setting the mood."
"My idea of setting the mood is stroking a woman's boobs," leered Nog.
"And sucking on them."
"And stroking her ass."
"And running your fingers up along her thighs and along her pussy."
"Ah yeah, her pussy."
"Yeah," sighed Jake. The two boys stared out at the deck below but were not really seeing anything. Jake slowly slid his hand up his thigh and over to his crotch. He tried to discretely straighten out his stiffie so it was not so uncomfortable, and so it was not so obvious. He should have known that with Nog's many years as a thief, his young pal did not miss anything.
"Got a problem. Jako?" asked Nog, breaking out into a grin of little pointed teeth.
Jake held his hand in front of his telltale bulge and blushed.
"Let's have a look," Nog teased, pushing Jake's hand away.
"Nog, stop it," Jake whispered, glancing around worriedly.
"My, my, did you sneak a garlic pickle or something out of my uncle's in your pants, Jake?" Nog asked loudly. If he was not going to lose his virginity this night, he could at least tease Jake. That could be as much fun.
"Nog, I mean it."
Nog made a grab for Jake's crotch and then made a fake punch to his face. As Jake raised his hands in reflex, Nog grabbed his friend's protruding stiff with his other hand. Nog had heard that Humans were various sizes but that Afro-American Humans were especially well hung. From the size of the stiffie he had in his fingers, that rumour was true. "I'd say you got a big problem, Jake," Nog said as Jake twisted away.
"Yeah, well, looks like you got the same problem," Jake replied, managing to give his buddy a feel.
The two boys began a game of "grab", dodging each other and the pedestrians on the Promenade as they tried to grope each other and avoid being groped themselves. In their fun and youthful enthusiasm, they ignored the glares and muttered curses of those they bumped into.
"Uh, oh, here comes Odo," Nog warned.
The two boys stopped instantly and simultaneously dropped their hands in front of their bulging crotches.
"What have I told you boys about horseplay on the Promenade?" Odo asked angrily.
"We weren't-," began Nog.
"We're sorry," Jake interrupted. The last thing he wanted at that moment was a lengthy lecture from the Chief of Security. The longer he was there, the more likely he would see what he and Nog were trying to hide. He was even more observant than Nog. If he noticed, Odo would surely tell his father, and his father would feel it necessary to talk to him about having a stiffie, and he would die.
"It's late. I think you boys had better beat it."
"Absolutely," guffawed Nog. "Actually, we were planning on doing just that when you arrived," he continued with a twinkle in his eye. Odo looked at him suspiciously. "Isn't that right Jake? We were just saying we should beat it weren't we?"
"Ah, yeah, right."
Nog choked as he held back his laughter. Odo knew the teenagers were lying. Nog he would not hesitate accusing, but he couldn't very well accuse the Commander's son. Besides, Jake was basically a good kid. Nog was the bad influence. When Jake's father had tried to keep the two boys apart, Odo had been in full agreement. This was a good example why, but there was nothing he could do about it.
"Then be gone with you."
Nog turned and began to leave. Jake just stood there, wondering how he was going to move in his condition. "Well Jake?" called Nog.
"I'm coming."
Nog doubled over and sprayed spit a metre in front of him has he repressed his laughter. Odo shook his head as he watched the two boys hurry down the corridor. Teenagers, who could figure them?
"You boys should beat it! If he only knew, eh?" snickered Nog once they were around the corner.
"Ah, yeah, right."
"And when you said 'I'm coming', that was priceless!"
Nog giggled and Jake gave a half-hearted chuckle. There were times he simply could not understand what Nog was talking about. In this case he was not sure if it was a culture thing, or if Nog was just being Nog.
"What's wrong?" Nog asked.
"Nothing."
"You don't get it," Nog suddenly concluded.
"Not exactly."
"You know, beat it," Nog grinned. Jake looked at him blankly. Nog curled his fingers against the tip of his thumb and jerked his wrist several times. "Jack off," he said when that did not elicit a response. "Do the bone dance." Jake shook his head. "Shit, Jake, when you get a stiffie, what do you do about it?"
"Do about it?"
"Yeah."
"Nothing."
"Your prick is sticking out like a Narwal horn, and you do nothing?"
"Well. . . ."
"Ah ha, so you do do something."
"Well, yeah," Jake said blushing again.
"And that is?"
"Jeez, Nog."
"Com'on."
"Squeeze it and stuff, alright?"
"What sort of stuff?" Nog asked gleefully. He was enjoying this immensely.
"You know," Jake replied uncomfortably.
"So. . . ."
"O.K. I fiddle with it. You satisfied?"
"It satisfy you?" Nog giggled.
"Yeah, alright, it does, so there. It feels good. At least it does until I stop. Then I'm just hornier than ever."
A suspicion suddenly crossed Nog's mind. After some moments thought, he asked, "When do you stop?"
"What's with the interrogation? You after Odo's job or something? What about you answering some questions? What do you do when you get a stiffie?"
"Same as you."
"And when do you stop?"
"When I cum."
"When you what?"
"Cum. Pop a nut. Shoot a load," Nog explained. Jake looked at him blankly. "You do know about making babies?"
"Of course, what do you think, I'm some little kid?"
"So you know about the guy making stuff that makes the baby."
"Yeah, his sperm. So?"
"So have you ever made it?"
"Of course not. We talked about this, remember? I'm a virgin, just like you."
Nog thought for a moment and then broke into a toothy grin. "Oh, Jako, my buddy, have I got something to teach you! Let's go to my place. My dad's on night shift."
"Well, alright, but my dad's expecting me home around eleven."
"That gives us plenty of time. Let's go."
Jake followed Nog to his quarters, still not fully understanding but knowing if Nog was in charge, it was likely to be fun, and likely to be forbidden. He was game for both.
Nog's room was a typical teenager's room. Clothes were draped over chairs and dressers and scattered on the floor. His desk was a clutter of homework, dirty glasses and dishes, and several music discs. A pinup of a Dabo girl, a poster of the Enterprise D, and a poster of the Nebula's, a hot teen musical group from Risa, were taped on the walls.
"So," said Nog as he pushed aside some clothing and sat on the edge of his bed, "You're not pulling my leg about never having heard about jacking off?"
"No, honest."
"Well, for starters then, show me what you meant when you said you fiddled with your prick."
"I don't have a stiffie now."
"Trust me, you soon will," Nog observed with a grin. "Just show me."
Jake hesitated and then figured why the hell not. Self-consciously reaching down, he squeezed and released his limp tube through the cloth of his baggy trousers and underwear several times, and ran his fingers up and down over the tip. It felt good even when it was limp.
"You ever do that without your clothes between your hand and your prick?"
"Yeah, sometimes, when I get a stiffie in bed."
"Let's take down our pants and underwear," Nog said, standing and unsnapping the snap at the top of his trousers without waiting for an answer.
Jake was right about one thing. This was definitely forbidden. He had a feeling there was a good chance it was going to be fun too. Nog had pushed his trousers down to his ankles and was standing there in his white briefs. They contrasted sharply with his orange skin. Slipping his fingers under the elastic band of his briefs, he pushed them down to his trousers. Jake had seen his prick plenty of times before, when they went swimming and when they took a leak together at the school's urinals, but he had had only the quickest of glimpses. Now he had an unobstructed view for as long as he wanted, but Jake was too embarrassed to look directly at him.
Instead, Jake glanced down as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the top of his trousers, and pulled down his fly. He let the baggy trousers drop and he hesitated for a moment. He knew Nog didn't have the same inhibitions as he did and was watching him intently. Slipping his hands under the band of his boxers, he pushed them down to his ankles. He'd done that thousands of times, but this time it seemed so awkward. As he straightened up, he slowly looked up at Nog. Nog was staring at his genitals, just as he thought he would be. From the look on his face, he seemed impressed. He should. Jake was well hung for fourteen. His black tube was four inches soft and two fingers thick, and his nuts were the size of kiwis.
"Come sit down beside me," Nog offered, swinging his feet up onto the bed and moving over to the far side.
Jake joined him. Even sitting up with his back against the headboard, his legs almost extended to the foot of the bed. He was tall and lanky for a fourteen-year-old, and was almost two feet taller than Nog.
"Now then, this is what I was thinking when Odo told us to beat it," Nog continued.
Jake watched as Nog reached down and began to fiddle with his cock. Nog's orange-tinted body was completely hairless, even the triangle of his stomach above his prick. His prick was only three inches and slender, not much bigger than a man's thumb. He did not appear to have any foreskin, and the knob instead of being hemisphered like a human's, was dome-shaped and flanged. Nog shook his limp organ at the base, causing it to wag up and down. He tugged on it. His cock slowly began to swell.
Jake's also began to grow, and he was not even touching his. He reached down now though, and began to fiddle with the growing flesh just as he sometimes did before falling asleep. Jake was circumcised so that his skin easily slid back, revealing his knob. He rolled it between his thumb and fingers. It felt good playing with it, and having Nog watching him made it even more pleasurable than usual.
Nog was watching Jake closely. He had learned about jacking off at the age of twelve from a Markalian, and over the past three years he had jacked off plenty of times on his own and with a variety of boys of different races, but this was the first Human he had ever had the experience with. Jake was certainly proof of the rumour that black Humans had big pricks. His stiffie was close to five-and-a-half inches long and if Humans were like Ferengi, he still had several years of growing ahead of him. He had a small tangle of coarse hair at the base, though he still had none on his stomach or chest nor any under his armpits.
Jake could not help comparing also. Although Nog was six months older, his full stiffie was only four inches. His balls were hairless and smooth, like two orbs of gold, and they were much bigger, the size of hen's eggs. Nog had wrapped his fingers about his golden orange organ and was slowly working his fist up and down from the base to under the knob. He did not continue up over the knob, knowing that to touch the sensitive glans would only hasten the end, and he did not want this to end too soon.
Squeezing his now stiff cock with his thumb and first two fingers just below the knob, Jake slowly drew his fingers down the shaft, drawing the foreskin down. He shivered with the burning stimulation along the ridge of his glans. He slowly reversed the motion, forcing the skin back up over the knob and repeating the sensation. He paused just below his cockhead and repeated the action. As he slowly worked his fingers up and down his stiff organ, he wondered if Nog was feeling the same pleasure as he was. He had no way of knowing Nog was wondering the same thing about him.
"So, this is beating it," Jake observed.
"Yeah," replied Nog. "So what do you think?"
"Feels great. I've never done it to myself this long before."
"Why have you stopped?"
Jake shrugged. He did not want to admit he did not know there was more to it.
"Well, keep going and you'll be surprised how it's going to feel."
Jake continued, but personally wondered if Nog really knew what he was talking about. It felt not much different than it had a minute ago, or a minute before that. Maybe it was different for humans than it was for Ferengi. As he continued to work his hand up and down his tingling shaft, he watched Nog doing the same. It was exciting and much more fun doing this with a buddy than by himself, that he had to admit.
Just as he was about to suggest that he had had enough, a change came over his penis. At one moment the knob was tingling and hot, and the next his entire organ went all numb and felt even more swollen than it had previously. Jake immediately stopped what he was doing.
"What's wrong?" asked Nog.
"It feels weird, like it's sprained or something."
"Oh yeah, you're close! Keep doing it."
"Close?"
"Just keep beating, Jake. Trust me."
Knowing better than to trust him, Jake glanced down at Nog uncertainly. Nog grinned assuredly, his eyes sparkling and his sharp teeth showing between his parted lips. He was about to witness Jake's very first orgasm. That was going to be almost as good as reaching his own, which at the moment he was desperately trying to hold back. This being his first experience with a Human, combined with the sight of Jake's huge black prick and his pure innocence, was making this a major turn-on. And to think that just four months ago Jake's goodness had been the reason he wanted nothing to do with him!
With all the temptations available to Nog what with his uncle owing the casino and holosuites and with both his father and uncle dealing with the more unsavoury inhabitants of the universe, Nog had had many pleasurable experiences in his young life. He could think of few that were making him feel as great as he was feeling at the moment! He strained to hold himself back as Jake slowly resumed pumping his thumb and two fingers up and down his numb, blood-engorged organ.
"Ah!" Jake exclaimed as it hit him a minute later.
Before he could say anymore, it was happening. He tried desperately to stem the flow he felt coursing up his cock but he could no more stop it than he could stop a geyser from erupting. He stared in wide-eyed wonder as his semen blasted out of his burning cock, flying into the air and landing back on his stomach hot and slimy. The second blast landed in his coarse black hairs. The third splatted on his thigh and began to ooze down toward the bedcover. Jake trembled with the violent explosion and his mind reeled. His cock burned with a pain and pleasure never imagined, and his loins were numb and weak. He gasped and sighed as his hot, sticky jism oozed out of his black tube and down over his grasping fingers and onto his tight balls. It was his first orgasm in his young life, and his cum was viscous and copious.
Nog could stand it no more. He arched his hips and cried out as he shot his jism high into the air. Unlike Jake's creamy white load, his had a mild yellow tint to it. The dual excitement of jacking off for the first time with a Human and knowing this was Jake's virgin experience had really turned Nog on. It had been some time since he'd ejaculated so violently and with so much jism. It landed in large thick gobs on his hairless stomach and thighs and flowed over his fingers and his balls.
As Jake watched his pal shooting his load, he knew exactly how he was feeling, and that knowledge made him feel as if he was part of Nog's orgasm. That was a great feeling.
Finally spent, the two boys lay back on the bed and inhaled deeply. The scent of fresh semen, Human and Ferengi, filled the room.
"So," said Nog at last, "what do you think?"
"Fuck! It felt like a supernova was exploding between my legs!"
"It did, and you've got nova all over you," Nog grinned.
"And now nova ova," Jake said sadly and the two boys giggled hysterically at the silly rhyme.
"It might be 'ova', but there'll be plenty more," said Nog.
"You can take that to the bank," Jake responded.
Smiles curling their lips, the two boys sat there side by side lost in thought. Jake sighed with the feeling of immense relief and satisfaction from his first ejaculation. Nog sighed with the warm feeling of having shared a secret that guys have passed on to each other since the beginning of time. Both would agree that Nog's lesson was a hell of a lot better than Jake's lessons on learning how to read. It was also going to be a lot more fun practising!
First of a trilogy of Jake-Nog tales by Aardon Beta
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