Stardate 47286.8. Two vector spaces V(F) and W(F) over the field of scalars F are isomorphic provided there is a one-to-one correspondence between the elements of V and the elements of W which is preserved under the arithmetic of the two spaces.
"Oh man, I'm never going to understand this, not if I live to be a hundred," moaned Jake as he leaned back in his chair.
"At the rate you're going, you'll be a hundred and still in school," his pal Nog joked, but there was a thinly veiled hint of exasperation in his voice.
Nog was not one to hide his opinions or his feelings from anyone, not even his best friend. Actually, having a best friend was something Nog was having difficulty getting use to. The two main adults in his life for the past eight years had been his father, a weak-spined individual who worked as a waiter for his domineering brother, and his father's brother, Quark, a greedy casino operator up front and a conniving black marketeer behind the scenes. Neither adult was an inspiring model of comradery and friendship for the young Ferengi. In fact, when the Federation took over the space station almost eleven months ago, his uncle had planned on leaving. He would have left had Commander Sisko, Jake's father, not threatened to jail Nog over some petty misunderstanding about a theft from the assay office if he did. As for his father, the only reason he had agreed to Nog going to school was because his father hoped it would help his inter-cultural sense for profit making.
As it turned out, Jake had a bit of a daring and independent streak, which was something Nog could appreciate. Besides, Nog found having someone his age he could confide in and talk to a pleasant surprise. There had been few boys on the space station under the Cardassians, and the few he had met were hardly the type that a person would confide in unless it was to do something boys were not supposed to be doing, a situation Nog had often found himself in.
Nog also found he was a natural when it came to mathematics. So, while Jake helped him learn to read and write and badgered him to do his history homework, Nog helped Jake get through mathematics. That was just one of several ways the two fifteen-year-old boys complemented each other.
"Wanna take a break?" Jake asked hopefully.
"Sure. Want something to eat?"
"Pizza?"
"The usual?"
"Sure. With a chocolate milk, large."
While Nog ordered their snack from the replicator, Jake tried to solve the math problem, but it was no use. He gladly put his homework aside as Nog returned with the pizza. That was one of the few foods that the two teenagers could agree upon, deep dish pizza with extra cheese. Of course they had different toppings. Jake's half was salami, green peppers and mushrooms. Nog's half was chew grubs and flaked blood fleas, and his drink was snail juice. It had taken each boy half a dozen attempts before getting use to eating in front of the other. The boys attacked their snack in silence for a while.
"So, how's your uncle now?" Jake asked.
"A bit better," Nog replied. It had been over a week since the discovery that Quark's new assistant Pel, who had been such a big help in negotiations with the Dozai, had really been an ambitious Ferengi female. That had not only been a major shock for Quark, but had thoroughly shaken up Nog too. Nog's concept of the role of females could not accept such subterfuge, and certainly not success in business. After all, the ninety-fourth Rule of Acquisition clearly stated females and finances do not mix.
"Pel certainly did fool everyone."
"She was such a shrewd negotiator," Nog said, still shaking his head in disbelief. "It's a good thing my dad checked her out and found the truth. Who would have thought someone with such lobes would be a female?"
"Well, females are more than a pussy and a pair of boobs."
"They aren't supposed to be."
Jake rolled his eyes but did not try to argue. True to his Ferengi upbringing, Nog was convinced that females had been created to serve males and bear their children and nothing else. Jake knew no amount of arguing was going to change that. "I wish I hadn't mentioned boobs and pussy. Now I'm horny!"
"Jako, you're always horny."
"Well, jeez, I can't help it. I never used to be, you know, not until that night you showed me how to jack off."
"Yeah, right," Nog replied. It was his turn to roll his eyes. That had been six months ago, and ever since that night the two of them had done the bone dance together, it seemed like Jake was always wanting to drop his pants and beat off.
"So, you wanna do it?" Jake asked.
"You're not going to leave it be until we do, are you?"
"No," Jake said with a wide grin.
"Then I guess we better or we will never get our homework done."
As the two teenagers unzipped their trousers and pushed down their pants and underwear, Nog thought back to his own discovery about sex. It had been when he was nine, two years after his father and he had joined Quark on the space station, back when it was called Terek Nor. He had been spying on his uncle and Natima Lang, a Cardassian journalist, in the hopes of discovering some illicit deal they were cooking up and cutting himself in on it somehow. Instead, he had discovered that a Ferengi's lobes might be one of the most erogenous zones on a Ferengi body, but the piss hose between his legs was a close second. He had lain there in the dark and had fingered his little two-inch stiffie while watching his uncle hammer the Cardassian silly for close to an hour.
He had fingered himself many times since that night, but it was not until a Deltan boy arrived on the station when he was twelve that he knew anyone else who did it. The Deltans being known for their sexuality, Nog had sought the boy out as soon as he discovered he was on the station and he was not disappointed. The boy was two years older than he, and taught him some of the finer techniques of the bone dance before engaging him in mutual masturbation. The two of them were sitting in a topical forest in one of his uncle's holosuites one afternoon shortly after that, their engorged, irritated organs in each other's hands, their faces flushed with sexual arousal, and their bald heads beaded with sweat, when Nog had his first ejaculation.
He had jacked off many nights since then with various boys of assorted species that ended up at Terek Nor. Mostly it was just something guys did to relieve the sexual tension built up by their teenage hormones, but it was also something secret and forbidden, so something challenging to do. Most of the boys he only saw for a week or a month and they'd be gone, many of them never to return. That was how life was on Terek Nor.
It was different with Jake. He had known the African-American youth now for eleven months, and they had been jacking off together for the past six. Nog had never known anyone his age for that length of extended time, let alone engage in anything intimate so frequently.
His trousers and boxers about his ankles, Jake was thinking back in time too as he sat there beside Nog on Nog's bed. His mother had died when he was only two, and he had lived on four different starships and two different planets during his father's career before arriving at Terek Nor, which they now called Deep Space Nine. Moving around like that, he had learned how to assess the situation fast and learn what he had to in order to fit in. That was how it had been when he had arrived at the space station.
It had not taken him long to figure out who the key players were, both the officers under his father and the civilians, and what each person's likes and dislikes were. Within a month the young black teenager knew what he had to say or do with each adult to get way with whatever he wanted, and what not to say and when to avoid each person when the person was in a bad mood.
He had approached Nog that way, watching him from a distance, noting his strengths and weaknesses, noticing his habits. Jake longed for a friend his age, and at that time Nog was the only other teenager on the station. Both his father and Nog's father did not want the two boys to see each other. His father felt Nog would be a bad influence, and Rom, Nog's dad, did not want his son associating with humans.
Jake was leery about getting too close to the Ferengi himself, but for totally different reasons. He had formed many friendships in the past and just when he and the other boy were becoming best buddies, his father would get transferred and Jake would be yanked along with him. There was no reason to suspect the same would not happen at Deep Space Nine. In fact the situation was so tense and the dangers were so high, it was even more likely. Jake's inner fear of forming friendships was beginning to develop in the youth an aloofness and coldness that were against his nature.
Despite his fears, Jake could not help connecting with Nog. With Nog's infectious smile, his impish daring, and his basic goodness despite the troubles he got into, one could not help but like the young Ferengi. They had a rocky start, but the two boys found they actually had a lot in common. Both had single parents, both were seeking their independence, and both found events happening around them intriguing, especially the forbidden ones. Both were curious about sex, and they were both teenagers. Their differences in colour, in background, and in abilities just made their friendship all the more unique, and all the stronger. It seemed each one's strength complemented the other's weakness so that together they were invincible.
For Jake, the night Nog had introduced him to jacking off cemented their friendship. He glanced over at the little Ferengi. Nog was using his thumb and first two fingers to pull on his prick, a slender, orange tube with a bulbous, flanged knob.
"You know, your prick looks like a Phylloporus rhodoxanthus."
"Oh yeah, well yours looks like a big black leech." Nog retorted. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "What is a Phyllo whatus anyway?"
"A large mushroom my father uses in a lot of his recipes."
"So it's edible."
"Dad says my grandfather claims there is no other as tasty."
"Well, the same goes for this," Nog said with a twinkle in his eyes as he wagged his still swelling tube.
"Oh yeah? Let's see," Jake said on impulse.
Before Nog could respond, Jake slid off the bed and dropped to his knees. Spreading apart Nog's slim legs, Jake shuffled between them and held up Nog's cock at the root. He gave the semierect organ a lick from the base to the tip. Although fifteen, Nog was totally hairless, as were all Ferengi. Jake licked his large, smooth balls, the golden orbs the size of hens' eggs, and then slipped his mouth over Nog's prick. He sucked on his cock gently, and Jake became rock hard as he felt Nog's cock swell and harden in his mouth.
For Nog, this was just one more example of the insanity of his fifteen-year-old black friend. A Ferengi male would never do such a thing. Of course, that was something no Ferengi could do with a Ferengi's finely sharped teeth. One wrong move and those pointed teeth could do a man serious damage. The image of his shredded prick caused it to falter in its growth. The effect was only momentary. After all, he was a teenager, and his cock was responding with the usual teenage zeal.
His claim to manhood had been growing this past year, and when stiff was now just over four-and-a-half inches. Jake had all of it in his mouth and was slowly working his lips up and down the shaft while gently sucking on it. He ran his tongue over the flanged, dome-shaped knob and savoured the spicy flavour of the Ferengi boy's cock. Jake heard Nog inhale sharply and he ran his tongue over his friend's sensitive knob again.
Until that moment, the only knowledge Jake had about blow jobs was what he had overheard two engineers discussing a couple days ago when his father had sent him to give Chief O'Brien something. He did not know why he had followed his impulse to do it to Nog. That was very atypical of him, but he was glad he had followed his impulse. Not only was he thoroughly enjoying this, but so was Nog, and knowing he was giving Nog so much pleasure increased his own.
He reached down and began to jack his stiffie. Although he was six months younger than Nog, Jake's cock was an inch longer and was still growing. He worked his fist up and down the black, five-and-three-quarter inches of boy meat. To think just six months ago he did not know what pleasure his fist and his penis combined could bring.
Nog was breathing heavily. Among his many fantasies was to be given a blow job, and now that he was getting one, it was even more fantastic than he had imagined. The hot, moist mouth engulfing his stiff cock, the gentle suction, the hot breath blowing against his naked pubes, who could have even imagined such pleasure? And who would have imagined that the person giving him his first blow job would be his best friend, a guy? That bothered Nog a bit. It challenged his sensibility on what was male and female, but it was only a fleeting thought. Who could think with such pleasure assaulting one's mind? So he was being sucked off by a guy, it was a great feeling. He would worry about working out the meaning later.
Nog reached out and ran his fingers through the black boy's tight curly hair and caressed his ears. He knew humans did not have the same response to "oo-mox" as a Ferengi did, but it was the best he could do under the circumstances. He inhaled deeply as he heard Jake swallow and as he felt a new flood of warm saliva flow over his cock. The Ferengi teenager clenched his fists as his buddy ran his tongue over the flattened rim of his glans, and he closed his eyes in ecstasy.
"Uh, Jako, I'm about to cum," Nog warned a couple minutes later. Jake continued to work his mouth up and down Nog's hot organ. "Uh, Jako, oh shit, its happening!"
Jake was ready. As Nog's organ throbbed between his lips, he prepared himself. The first thick, hot spurt hit the back of this mouth and he swallowed. More spurts followed, filling his mouth with hot, viscous Ferengi cum. He swallowed the yellow-tinted jism hungrily, the acidic flavour assaulting his taste buds and causing his mouth to fill with saliva. He sucked and swallowed noisily, spittle and yellow jism oozing out of the corners of his mouth and running down his chin.
Jake pounded his meat furiously and soon felt his own jism begin to surge up his stiff organ. Slipping his lips off Nog's cock, he fell back and aimed his black rod. His jizm shot out in thick ropes, flying into the air and landing on his stomach in thick, white globs, the hot, slimy jizm oozing over his black skin and collecting in blobs in his curly black hairs. Jake grunted and sighed with the exquisite pleasure of ejaculation.
The two boys lay on their back for a long time, reliving each moment of the past ten minutes, each trembling with the memory of orgasm and each relishing the post-climatic relief.
"Well," Jake finally said, "I guess its back to homework."
"If we get right on it, we should still have some time before my dad gets off work."
"To do what?" Jake asked with a sly smile.
"Just in case you're still hungry," Nog said, flashing him a toothy grin.
"Hey, I think we just found an incentive that might get me to actually like math."
"'Cept I doubt if we can mention it to Mrs. O'Brien," Nog said with a twinkle in his eyes.
The two boys laughed as they picked up their pencils and got back to their studies. In the future, homework wasn't going to be half bad at all!
Second of a trilogy of Jake-Nog tales by Aardon Beta
Trek fans and Ferengi can write to the author Aardon Beta c/o authorsix@hotmail.com where the author has a subspace temporal portal link for when he is in transmission range with Earth.
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