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 2
(Revisiting Chapter 1)
"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 [Sgt. Czenus] 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 hugged the sergeant tightly, wiped his face, grinned wearily - but gamely, and headed for the bathroom.
(An Invitation)
No sooner had the 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!"
(Continuing Our Story - Hunter Green or Salmon?)
"You mean I can buy formal wear here at the Academy?" asked a doubting Jeremy. "You've been to the store on the mezzanine floor of the Administration Building, haven't you?" responded Kazan. "Well," he continued, "behind the software and the lesson disks, you'll find some nice clothing." "I don't know, Kazan," his Terran friend complained. Tuxedos or tuxes - formal wear on Earth - are really ugly." "This isn't Earth, numbnuts," his sixteen year-old dorm mate returned. "Besides, you have to have it for Friday night. Meet me at four and I'll give you a hand."
Shortly after four o'clock, the two youngsters walked into the Academy store and immediately headed for the clothing section at the rear. Kazan went right to a large table on which were folded some garments completely unfamiliar to the young Earthman. "Huh!" he grunted. "I'll admit that I've never seen anything like that. All the colors... kinda wild." Kazan held a one-piece garment up in a color that he thought would look good on his golden-haired friend. As a very plain, young saleswoman came over to them, Jeremy muttered, "Holy cow!" "Where's the rest of it? One more thing: There'll be an ice storm on the Planet Sadir before I wear a bright red tux!" "Ok! Ok, oh bossy one!" Kazan responded. "This one-piece garment called a 'rehnax' IS our formal wear. It's made of a lustrous metallic cloth that's no heavier than your silk - in fact, it FEELS like silk against your skin. It breathes; as needed, it's cool or warm; it molds itself perfectly to your body. Unless you're old and fat, it looks great, believe me! With your build, it'll be really sexy!" Jeremy hesitated, looked at it again, rubbed the fabric between his fingers, exhaled, and said, "Yeah... Let me try on this dark green one. Where's the dressing room?" "Sorry, Earthman," his grinning buddy chortled. "We don't have them. One just changes where one is." "But the saleslady..." Jeremy sputtered. "Don't worry," his chum said in a normal tone of voice. "She's a store slave and doesn't count. If anyone who's in here DOES count, he or she won't even notice - unless she's our age and has designs on your bod!" he added, snickering his fool head off.
Realizing that he had to have the damned thing and, thus, was backed into something of a corner, a flushed young Earthman tried to keep his buddy between him and the salesgirl while he stripped and donned the garment. Every few seconds he would glance towards the front of the store. By the time he had pulled the rehnax up his sturdy body, of course, it didn't exactly fit the way it was supposed to. Kazan and the young lady, using their hands and fingers skillfully, proceeded to help the blushing boy tug it into place and smooth it out. "Looks fantastic!" Kazan finally exclaimed. "Just look at yourself in the mirror!" As he gazed at his reflection, Jeremy turned crimson! MAN...It showed EVERYTHING! He swore he could even see two insect bites that he had gotten the night before - and, of course, a great deal more was graphically displayed! Hell, he could see individual pubic hairs, as well as his beefy balls some distance down one thigh. Muttering to himself - and completely ignoring both the salesgirl and Kazan - he quickly stripped. Changing back into his uniform, he picked up the garment and ran (not walked!) to the nearest register. Quietly picking up a bright- salmon-colored rehnax in his buddy's size, Kazan followed close behind.
(Friday Night Supper at a Friend's House)
"Are you getting used to us?" Pegosi asked as the guys sat around shooting the bull after supper that night. "Yeah," grunted the shaggy blond, "though some things are really different!" "For instance?" piped up Forinth. "Well," Jeremy answered, "let's say I get invited over to a bud's house for Friday night supper. His mother says 'Hi' from the kitchen as I arrive and pretty soon puts some pasta, salad, and good garlic bread on the table. We eat, joke with each other, maybe help put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, and eventually go back to my bud's room. He's got some really neat electronic shit, and we have a ball until it's gettin' time that I promised the 'rents - or just my mother - I'd be home. No fuss, no muss... I'm gettin' the feeling, though, that stopping by for dinner on Precopia is just a little more complicated... The formal clothes and stuff... The blond Earthman hesitated and, not wanting to offend, looked around for some help. I'm sure it'll be fun, though. You guys are good buds!" Looking at Forinth and Pegosi out of the corner of his eye, Kazan almost snickered. Catching himself, he looked at his Terran friend reassuringly, saying, "Relax muscles! You'll have fun."
Their Friday afternoon drill mercifully shortened by a major electrical storm, the Four Musketeers struggled back to the room after showering, lay around for a while, talking, and finally began to get ready to go out. Believe that no 16 year-old girls' dorm room at the Academy was ever a busier place, a scene where more life and death decisions were being made! Naturally, everyone had to shower again...and shave. Forinth asked Kazan (rather hysterically) if the hair on his upper lip wasn't getting a little dark to ignore. "Do what you have to do, pal, Kazan growled as he shook his hair dryer, trying to get it to stay on. Just know that if you do shave it, you'll have one more thing to take care of every day - and that can be a pain." Pegosi brought his electric razor over to Jeremy, asking him to buzz any long, wayward locks that he couldn't reach. "Just didn't get to the barber!" he moaned. "If Sergeant Czenus spots me, I'm dead meat!"
Shortly, the three Precopians began dragging out their various rehnaxi [plural of rehnax] and trying to decide which color to wear. Mean scene... The only roommate who was relaxing was Jeremy, for he only had one rehnax to his name. After Kazan had growled at him, telling him that one did NOT wear underwear under the traditional Precopian costume, he reluctantly removed the jock he had quietly donned. Then he went over to the small closet in order to secure a garment that was at least in a good masculine color. It wasn't there - nor was it to be found anywhere else in the room. Jeremy leaned against the bunk and wondered if he'd make it through the evening! Naturally, he survived (for Kazan magically had an extra) and, like the other lads, was ready to go by 7:00 p.m.
Walking down the hall before crossing the quad towards the Academy hanger, the Four Musketeers made a colorful sight: Forinth in a lime green rehnax, Pegosi in wine red, Kazan in doeskin (a sophisticated shade of tan), and Jeremy in bright salmon. Given four spectacular physiques, it was also an especially erotic sight. (True, Jeremy thought to himself that he wouldn't be caught dead dressed this way on Earth - and he'd never live it down if he were caught with the others!) Passing Sergeant Czenus just before going outside, they saluted smartly. (Their dorm master looked a bit suspiciously at Pegosi's hair, but said nothing.) As an upper class officer, Pegosi had been able to reserve a four-passenger air car; hence, they were soon on their way to the suburban districts in the hills on the other side of the city.
(To the Manor Born)
As Kazan deftly piloted the little air car through the Friday night traffic, Jeremy was feeling on top of the world. This was a great city; he was in one of the finest schools - arguably the finest school - in the Federation; he had good friends who respected him with cause, not to speak of a Hero of the People whose trust he had also earned. (He laughed as he remembered the day before when he had absolutely wiped out three tacklers on his way to scoring in Muhrtog, by far the most popular game in the Precopian Alliance. More of this later in the story...) Ok, so he had to get used to some minor differences in values and local tastes. All things considered, it was probably a good thing, especially in light of his desire to follow in his father's footsteps as a Federation leader. Without being obsequious, he would try even harder to adapt.
Suddenly the air car began to decelerate and move towards one of the larger manor houses in the district. My God, it was enormous! Landing on a short runway next to a small hanger and a multicar garage, the boys scrambled out as soon as the power unit shut down and headed for the main door. There they were greeted by "Jonas," their butler of indeterminate age, who suggested that "Mister Kazan" take his guests to his suite of rooms where refreshments had been made available. In due course, the Master and the Mistress would bid them welcome.
Feeling as if he were trying to navigate the White Palace in St. Petersburg or the Schoenbrunn Palace in Vienna, Jeremy followed his three dorm mates who hurried through the passageways of the great manor house. Finally, after what seemed to be an hour-long hike, the boys approached an ornate double door. Throwing open the great portal, Kazan bade them enter his digs. The light radiating from the crystal chandeliers almost blinded them and they entered a beautifully decorated living room. Standing at a table, two young girls and a very cute young male - all in uniform - were ready to provide food or drink of a nearly incomprehensible variety.
Feeling more than a little overcome by the opulence and the sudden overload of sensations totally beyond his experience, Jeremy retreated to the bathroom. After ten minutes or so, and a little cold water, he left to return to the suite's living room. Passing a room from which strange sounds were coming, he cautiously cracked the door. On the bed in the lavish room, a naked Forinth was having vigorous anal intercourse with one of the young maids as a naked Kazan watched. "Off with the rehnax!" shouted a panting Forinth. "You can go next!" Feeling that he had sustained one more blow to the solar plexus, Jeremy grimaced and turned to go. Seeing the look, Kazan intercepted him before he reached the door and threw his arms around the trembling youth. "This is a little rich for you without any explanation?" he asked quietly. "Yeah, I guess," the Terran youth replied...with just a touch of disdain in his voice. "I'll wait in the living room. There should be someone there if your parents suddenly show up." "Ok," Kazan murmured, "but understand something. The three youngsters are part of the 'refreshments.' They are servants - and DON'T COUNT. My parents know all this and wouldn't dream of 'suddenly appearing'. After a discrete, respectful interval, they will send Jonas to bring us to them. Be kind to us until you understand our ways - as we are trying to be to you. Let reasoned criticism follow understanding, and everyone will listen respectfully...even though they may not finally agree. This is the way of the Alliance and the Federation. This is the way to avoid most of the wars that would lay waste to our planets and our people. I think you want it to be your way."
The tears running down his face, feeling like a very young and naive child, Jeremy tightly hugged Kazan and kissed him on the forehead. Walking over to Forinth, he kissed him in the same manner before turning back to Kazan, smiling slightly, and saying that he needed to clean up a bit before rejoining his "friends" in the living room. About ten minutes after he returned to the living room, Kazan and Forinth joined the two other young men who were relaxed and joking with each other. Almost instantly, a knock sounded on the outer hallway door. When opened, Jonas announced that the Master and Mistress awaited their company.
As the boys were shown into the library by Jonas, four members of Kazan's family moved forward to greet them. Kazan, of course, took the responsibility of introducing them. Inasmuch as they had met Forinth and Pegosi previously, the spotlight soon focused on Jeremy. Kazan introduced the young Earthman to his father, the Imperial Counsel to the Precopian Emperor, Isandrious IX, and a man who had previously served as the Precopian Ambassador to the United Earth Confederacy. In addition to suddenly realizing how important Kazan's family was, he could not help but be impressed by the large man in the midnight green rehnax who greeted him with great warmth. (He also noted that the extra articles of ceremonial clothing and the various medals and decorations made the Imperial Counsel's rehnax a lot less revealing than his own!) The surprise, however, was Kazan's mother. It appeared that ceremonial dress for women of her age and station strongly resembled the dresses of women of great wealth during America's "Gilded Age" or Great Britain's "Edwardian" period, i.e., from the very early 1900s through the outbreak of the "Great War" in 1914. Even in midnight blue, she presented an impressive figure. Jeremy found her every bit as warm and welcoming as her husband. Kazan later said that the greatest surprise he encountered was his sister, Sejennah. Eighteen and in her first year of university studies, she was an utterly lovely young woman, dressed that night in a beautiful yellow gown only slightly less formal in its cut than her mother's. The final member of the family was the ten year-old, Askurus. Until they reach twelve, Precopian males of the upper classes wear white (short pants, knee socks, shirt, jacket, and shoes) for formal occasions, much it seemed to Askurus's disapproval.
On their way into the dining room, Kazan's mother explained that in his honor the dinner featured an American menu. In fact most of the ingredients had come from Earth - accompanied by two world-class chefs! The conversation was delightful from the very beginning and was made even more pleasant by the fact that Jeremy was seated next to Sejennah. Besides he needed her guidance in the use of the various knives, forks, and spoons that were used during the meal! It was, of course, a good thing that Kazan's mother explained the details of the menu as they went along, for it was a menu that had in fact been served in a Newport (R.I.) "cottage" and in the first-class dining saloon of the R.M.S. Titanic during the period! Believe that it wasn't a Friday night spaghetti, salad, and garlic bread meal! In the first place - though we probably need go no further - there were TEN courses, as follows: I: Oysters; II: Consomme Olga; III: Poached Salmon with Mousseline Sauce, Cucumbers; IV: Filet Mignons Lili; V: Sirloin of Beef with Chateau Potatoes, Green Peas, and Creamed Carrots; VI: Punch Romaine; VII: Roast Squab & Cress; VIII: Cold Asparagus Vinaigrette; IX: Pate de Foie Gras, Celery; and X: Chocolate and Vanilla Eclairs. The repast was served with a different wine for each course. (Even Askurus received a few sips of each, much it seemed to his strong approval!) Following the tenth course fresh fruits and cheeses were made available followed by coffee. (Kazan's father offered the four Academy students cigars accompanied by port in the library, but by then they could barely stagger away from the table!)
After dinner, Sejennah asked Jeremy if he would escort her into the garden "for a breath of fresh air." For the first time in his life, he had met a young woman of a socio- economic class with which he was totally unfamiliar. He was captivated. For example, she couldn't believe that he had found the very latest color in rehnaxi! How absolutely handsome he looked! ("Thank you, Kazan," he chanted under his breath.) She had to be honest with him: Most boys were such a bore. His mature conversation, however, filled her with excitement. Furthermore, he put Precopian males to shame. As she ran her fingers through his golden blond hair (He didn't mind, did he?), she suggested how dull the dark Precopian shades were. And, physically, Precopian males looked as if they had all been shaped by the same cookie cutter! His glorious body was unique - and it filled her with......yearnings. He wouldn't consider walking over with her into a nearby copse of trees for a bit more privacy, would he? Oh, no. Since no other girls were present, no one would disturb them. In fact, no one would come out into the garden until they returned. It just wasn't done.
They sat down comfortably on a stone bench in the middle of the trees. The moon was beautiful, and a soft breeze stirred the warm air. Slowly, she took his hand and gave him a guided tour of her body. Yes, use your strong fingers to stroke...there. Oh, yes... Reach in and feel... Yes...my heart is beating for you, Jeremy. Dear Jeremy, I know we can't go TOO far (The boy breathed a sigh of relief.), but you are so exciting. Would you let me feel just a bit of your body...for a few short minutes? Oh, yes, what strong arms you have. Can anyone stay on the same field with you in Muhrtog? I didn't think so. (Pause.) Jeremy... Would you possibly roll your rehnax down to the waist...just for a moment. No one will ever know... (Pause.) Oh, yes, Jeremy! I knew you were more mature than the others. Your chest is so...big...so strong...so smooth... Oh, Jeremy, you're so beautiful! Does it bother you that I'm tonguing your nipple? OH! Don't worry. Much the same thing happens to me, but you can't see it...yet. Here, let me soothe it with my hand...and, if you will allow, my lips.
At that point, the poor naive kid - utterly ignorant of the wiles of women...but learning fast - had two choices: Get up and run as fast as possible, with as much dignity as possible - or - let her continue...and explode! Giving her a brief kiss on the forehead, he rose from the bench, tugged his rehnax back up over his shoulders, laughed gaily, and offered her a hand. Not bad for sixteen year-old newbie...
On entering the manor, his arm around her slender waist, they just happened to run into Kazan. "Jeremy! We're going to have to leave in just a bit, and we want one more game. Can I tear you away from my beautiful sister?" "Well," a mature Terran-of-the- Galaxy drawled, "I guess we're going to have to ask Sejennah about that. How about it, Sejennah? May I go with these characters until we see each other again? (Pause.) Thanks, beautiful lady!"
As the two young men walked up the broad staircase, Kazan chuckled in a low voice, saying, "Oh, yeah, Jeremy. Now you've met Sejennah. She means nothing bad by it, but she's never changed. Did you have fun?" "Hell, man," the Earthboy yelped, "I'm about ready to jump out of my fuckin' skin!" "Ah-ha!" Kazan muttered. "She's still a prick tease. Come with me, Lothario." Just before he reached one of the doors on the hallway, he stopped. "The two serving girls are tied up until it's time to go, Big Guy, but the boy is still free. He's cute and he's helped me out before. I know that it's not the same, but any port in a storm, eh? Beats blue balls any day!" "Yeah, Kazan, thanks!" the blond snorted, moved past Kazan to abruptly push the door open, and entered like the Marlboro Man.
To Be Continued