Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2011 18:38:26 -0400 From: rocket pocket Subject: Adventures VI Warning- Content will be of a sexual nature. Characters are under 18 years old. (Will age as the story unfolds) Story is original and not based off of any existing stories or real people or events. Author's Note: This story takes place in a fictional land with technology having progressed much differently than in the real world. The protagonist Victor lives in a land called Usation in the capital city Vaypolis. Geography plays an important role in the plot. Do your best to keep track of the different cities and countries and their relations to each other. Chapter 1: The boy from the Desert Victor Cirrus played soccer on the institute's field with his teammates. Victor was 15, but was tall and athletic. He attended the Vaypolis Institute, the Usation Empire's top school, education the future elite. Victor had shown great potential from a young age and luckily for him, his family's position allowed his gift to be nurtured. His father was one of the 10 advisors of Emperor Zenith, and believed Victor had the potential to follow in his footsteps. Victor also had an older brother Ares, however Ares dropped out of the institute at 16 and joined the military. Ares was also talented, but found school irreverent to his ambitions. Ares is now 21 and the youngest captain in the Usation Army. As Victor played soccer, he noticed a boy sitting under the shade of a tree at the side of the field, watching the game. The boy looked a bit older then him. Victor noticed his tan skin and very dark, shaggy unkempt hair. "A peasant boy." He thought at first, but then he questioned his conclusion. A boy his age should be an apprentice for a trade if nothing else. But is appearance made him look more like a drifter. He had very worn clothes and bare dirty bare feet. "Actually." Thought Victor. "It looked like he was almost wearing a very worn out uniform." Then he noticed the boy was looking right back at him. Victor, "What are you doing!" Shouted his friend Alexander. Victor realized the game was still going on, and quickly got back to playing. As a result of his distraction, Victor had chased the ball into his defensive end to recover from his mistake. Victor resumed focusing on the game. After the boys had finished, Victor looked to the tree where he had seen the boy earlier, but the boy was no longer there. As Victor walked home, he looked around for the boy. He didn't know why, but something about the boy intrigued him. The next day, they played soccer again, but Victor didn't see the boy. After the game, Victor finally spotted the boy at the side of the field, so he stayed on the field. He told his friend he wanted to practice his shooting. He practiced for ten minutes silently, however making periodic glances at the mysterious boy at the side of field. Finally, he picked up his ball and walked toward the boy. "Hi." Victor said. The boy looked back a little surprised, but then grinned and nodded back. Victor assumed that was a "hi" back. "Do you want to play?" asked Victor. He placed the ball on the ground and gently kicked it to the boy. The boy got up and began juggling the ball with his feet. Victor had not expected the boy to show any talent, but based on his skills he had obviously played a lot at some point in his life. Finally the ball fell back to the ground and the boy kicked it back to Victor. The boy then ran out toward the center of the field. Victor juggled it a little before kicking it back to the boy. They played for about an hour. In that time the boy had not said one word. Finally, they stopped to rest. Victor was sweating more than he had during the game. "What's your name?" asked Victor. The boy hesitated before saying "Ivan." He said with a heavy accent. Clearly he was a foreigner. Victor had wanted to ask where he was from, but thought since the boy hadn't spoken until that point, that maybe that's what he was trying to hide. Instead he said. "Oh, I'm Victor." He then pulled an apple from his bag and took a deep bite. He noticed Ivan staring intently at the apple. "He must be very hungry." Thought Victor taking a look at his dirty, worn out clothing. He tossed the apple to the Ivan, the reacted quickly to catch it. "You can have it." He said. Ivan immediately began eating the apple. Victor wanted to ask so many questions, but was afraid of scaring the boy off. "I can bring more food tomorrow if you want?" he finally said. Ivan shook his head. "No, I can get some food myself." With that he got up a left. Victor felt bad for offending the boy. The next morning Victor asked the head servant to fix him an extra serving in his lunch. The man's name was William. He had worked for the family for 11 years. "Sure. Growing boys can never eat enough, can they." He laughed. "Thank you William." Said Victor. "Not at all, we need big strong men as our future leaders." He chortled. Victor didn't eat the extra servings. Instead he put them in a bag and hid them under the tree he had found Ivan at the past two days. Without fail, Ivan had shown up again, sitting under the tree. Watching. Victor noticed now that Ivan's eyes followed him almost exclusively. After the game, Victor stayed after to practice shooting. As soon as the other boys left Ivan got up and approached Victor. Is this yours." he said holding up the bag Victor had left food in. "Yes." Said Victor. "Why?" he asked. "I don't know, I guess cause you looked hungry." "There are other hungry men out there." Ivan said. "Are you going to feed them too?" Victor nodded. "Yeah, there are other homeless people, but they're not like you." He said. "You don't know that. You don't even know me." Said Ivan. "I know enough." Said Victor. "You don't know anything about me!" said Ivan. "How can you say you do?" "I know you're a kid. You're older than me but your still a kid." Said Victor. "That makes you different from the other beggars. And well, based on your accent and appearance, I know you're not from this country. Since you're wearing the same clothes everyday, I would assume you're very poor, even homeless. And worst, you're all alone here. You have no parents." Said Victor. "Oh, so you're some rich kid who thinks they already know everything about the world! Well, you're wrong." Said Ivan. "I'm a poor, foreign, and homeless, but I do have parents!" "Then tell me why you're here." Said Victor. "No, why would some rich kid like your care about me, when no one else fucking does." Said Ivan. Victor shrugged. "I don't know. But I brought you some food. Doesn't that mean anything?" Ivan sighed, was silent for a second. He walked toward the shady tree and sat down next to him. "Are you coming?" he asked. Victor ran over to the tree, and sat down in the shade facing Ivan. Ivan pulled out an apple from the bag of food Victor had left for him and began noshing on it. "So do you really want to know how I ended up here?" Ivan asked darkly. Victor nodded nervously. "You're a weird kid." Laughed Ivan. "Well, you're right that I'm not from here. I was born and raised in Salandon. Do you know it?" asked Ivan. "Yeah, of course. It's the southern most province of the Usation Empire." Said Victor. Ivan immediately laughed. "Yeah and the Castidonians say it's their northern Provence. And King Solarion claims he rules the country." "So what's the truth then?" Asked Victor. "The truth is the Usation or the Castidonians are going to put any effort into ruling a country that is almost completely desert." "Well, emperor Zenith allows the King of Salandon semi-independent rule." Ivan laughed again. "Is that what they taught you in your institute? Look no matter what anyone says, no one rules that country. It is each city for itself," said Ivan. There is no government authority there. Neither the Castidonians or Solarion or you Usations "rule" us. He said bitterly. "So, it's just chaos?" asked Victor. "No." laughed Ivan. "Actually when I was younger it wasn't such a bad place to live. I grew up in a city called Carina. It was built along a river, in the mountains where it wasn't quite as hot and dry. We had a city King, King Alabaster. He guarded the city with a small private army. He also built a wall around the city to protect it from bandits and from the tyranny of Solarion. My father was a very successful farmer. However, one year the weather changed, and it simply rained and rained and rained. The river began to flood, destroying farms, houses, and the city wall. It killed many people, including my younger sister, but my parents and I survived. While the city was weakened King Solarion took advantage and had King Alabaster assassinated and took control of the city. With the city under Solarains rule, taxes wear heavily increased and property was seized by the King and redistributed to his friends. Property including my father's farm. We had to move to the innercity and start anew. My mother ran a bakery, but my father being out of work, began drinking. He began beating my mother and then eventually me. I actually started to wish that the flood had killed him. At 15, I ran away. I couldn't take any more abuse. It pained me to leave my mother alone with my father. I joined the Solarian Army, despite the havoc they had reaped on my hometown. It was the only available job. To get in, I lied about my age, and they knew that but they let me join anyway. After I survived basic training I was deployed back in Carina. Carnina was not under direct control of the Solarians, but was occupied to quell rebellion and forced to pay tribute. I watched as other soldiers abused the people I had once lived with. I was disgusted by it and disgusted with myself for betraying Carina. So I found a few other Carinians in the army who had been in similar situation, and we planned to sabotage their army in anyway possible. We started small, misplacing uniforms, sabotaging food and weapons. Then we formed a small black market, taking advantage of the good that were rarely available in the city anymore. We began working with some Carinian merchants and bribing a few Solarian officials. I made some good money actually, but I didn't do it for that. I just wanted revenge. However, our illicit activity was becoming more noticed by those in higher command and we feared being caught soon. So, we came up with one final plan. We snuck poison into the wine stock of the generals. Their intent was to be fatal, however we were given a dud, and it only made some of them sick. However, this was the end of anyone looking the other way on the black market. The merchants and some soldier were immediately arrested. The rest of us would surely get caught with so many loose ends. I obtained a knife, matches, and collected all the money and food I saved, and kept it all in this." Ivan pulled out a small satchel from under his shirt. "I've kept in on me ever since. That night, two other rebels and I fled the barracks, but we fell right into their trap. Their names were Garret and Ari. They had expected us to make a run for it. However, we had a plan. The army base they had set up was situated along river. They had expected us to escape through the city, but we had hid a small raft along the shore as a back up plan. They chased us to the shore, and Ari to hit with a fatal arrow. One had come near my chest had grazed me, and another got my arm but I hardly noticed it then. The current of the river was rapid and sped us away. However, now Garret and I had to survive the rapids. We fell off the raft and had to swim to shore. It was cold that night. It's hot during the day, but the desert is very cold at night. I cursed the fact the matches were wet and now useless. However, we were now 6 miles away from the city. We walked, trying to put as much distance between them and us as we could. As dawn broke, we found shade, tended to our wounds and rested. We woke up and discussed our options. I knew of a town somewhere in the desert, probably 20 miles from our estimated location. However the journey would be dangerous, and since we didn't know where the town was, we could get lost in the desert. The other option was to follow the river to sea. There was a town at the end of the river too, but it was over 100 miles away. We decided to stick on the river, given that it would at least have a supply of fresh water. So we walked, and walked, and walked almost continually for 2 straight days, resting only about 4 hours. We were tired and hungry but the fear of getting caught kept us going. Finally we reached the port. However, rumor of our escape had travelled much faster then we had. We found a quite inn, and without saying anything paid the innkeeper double what he asked, only asking that our stay be undisturbed. The innkeeper nodded. We stayed there 2 whole days to eat, rest and plan where to go. Several ships were leaving port in the next few days and we knew that the money we had earned in the black market would serve us well. However, as we planned, we noticed Solarian soldier outside the windows on the street. The soon came to the inn. We heard shooting, and then smashing of doors and furniture. Garret poured wine on the floor of our room, and the door, and on the walls. When the door broke down, he immediately lit and a match and threw it on the alcohol. The whole room lit up. "Out the window!" Garret screamed. Then we broke the window and ran for the port. Soldiers chased us through the streets. We ran through allies and suddenly Garret got struck with an arrow. I don't know where and I don't know if it was fatal but I just kept running. I made it to the market place and blended in with the crowd. After hiding among the vendor for half an hour, I made a run for it. I knew a ship was leaving soon. I got the port and found the boat. They were loading cargo. In broad daylight, I managed to sneak into the cargo hull and hide. I cried when I got there. Garret and I were good friends; he was like an older brother to me when we were in the army. We watched each other's back, and I almost wished I didn't make it. But the ship left port. I realized that I was stuck in the underbelly of the ship for an unknown period of time. I searched for food, but couldn't find any. Finally, I managed to use my knife to break into the cargo and lived off of rum and fruit until the boat ported south of here a few days later. I escaped from the cargo hull. I made my way up river to this city looking for work. I have been living off the streets for about a month here. And, now, I've met some kid named Victor who thinks he knows everything about everyone caused he goes to some elite institute." Victor was speechless. He finally managed "I'm sorry." "Don't be. No one else is." Said Ivan roughly. "How old are you?" Victor asked. "16. Almost 17.. And you?" Replied Ivan. "15" he said without thinking. Victor's mind was elsewhere. He didn't want to believe a 16 year old had been through so much. He couldn't believe it, except that the way Ivan told it. It could be a lie. "How did you learn our language? You couldn't have learned it in a month." "My dad spoke it a taught it to me. When he was a farmer he needed to know it to trade in the marketplace." Victor nodded. "Makes sense." "You don't believe me, do you?" asked Ivan. "With a sheltered life like yours I guess you couldn't understand." "No, I believe you. I really do. I just wish I didn't." said Victor gravely. Victor fumbled with the soccer ball in his arms. "Do you want to play again?" he asked. Ivan laughed. "After all that you just want to play soccer." Victor nodded. "I think it's the one thing we both understand." Ivan thought for a second and laughed. "You know, you're not so bad for a rich kid." They played for another hour. Finally they collapsed in the grass, relaxing in the sun. "Where do you go when you're not here?" asked Victor. "Wherever I can go." He said. "Usually sleep under the covered marketplace or in an alleyway. It doesn't get to cold at night." He said briskly. "Well, if you wantÉ" Victor began, but he hesitated. Should he really invite this stranger to stay with him? He had no really way of knowing if anything Ivan said was true. He could be more dangerous than he looks. "I know what you're going to ask, and no." said Ivan. "Why not?" asked Victor. "Obviously, since you hesitated you know there are going to be problems. And honestly, you've already been the nicest person I've met in a while, and I don't care to give you any." "You won't be a problem, I was just afraid you would think I was weird if I asked." Said Victor. Ivan smiled. "You are weird. But I already knew that and I like you anyway." Said Ivan. "Well, I think you should stay with me, at least for a night. You can get something to eat." Said Victor. Ivan sighed. "You're not going to let me walk away, are you?" he said. "I'm just trying to help you out, but do what you like." Said Victor. "But I'm going home and if you just happen to follow me I'm not going to stop you." said Victor picking up his bag and ball. He began walking off the field and along the street. Ivan tailed behind, not walking side by side with Victor. If they walked together they might draw suspicion from prying eyes. Ivan followed Victor to a small community of large houses. The community had wide brick roads with well maintain landscaping. There was a large gate at the entrance with two guards at the entrance. Victor motioned for Ivan to come out of the shadows to the gate. "What is your business here." Said the guard as he spotted Ivan. Victor immediately spoke. "I brought him here. He's 18-year old man from down south looking for work. Speaks two languages." "Three actually." Said Ivan. "Three, even better." Said Victor. "Anyway, my father always goes on about how the army needs more educated men, and this one is very cleaver and would make a very useful recruits. " "Why's he so dirty?" asked the guard. "He's a bit down on his luck." Said Victor. "A fire broke out in his home town, destroyed many houses and all his belongings. He has nothing left. The town was destroyed and he came here looking for work." Said Victor quickly. The guard gave Ivan a stare, looking into his eyes. Ivan stared back without blinking. "That's quite a story." Said the guard. "How do you know it's true?" asked the guard. "He told it much better then I did." Said Victor. "Alright. Alright." Said the guard. "Just be careful with this one Victor. You shouldn't be making friends with men off the street." "I'll be careful." Called Victor as they entered the complex. "You can tell quite a convincing story." Said Ivan. "Look who's talking." Replied Victor. " We should stay in the brush to avoid suspicion. That gate was something we couldn't avoid; but luckily we got through. Victor led Ivan along a path hidden by trees, over a bridge, to the back of a large 4-story mansion. "Oh my god, you really are rich." Said Ivan. Victor nodded. "Stay here. We have servants and you'll draw too much attention the way you are now. I'll bring you an extra school uniform of mine and you can pass as a school friend. Ivan simply nodded and hid behind a tree. Victor went into his house and came out 5 minutes later with an extra uniform hidden in his bag. "Put this on." Said Victor. "I'll be right back." While Ivan put on the uniform while Victor went to the creek to wet a towel. Victor came back. "You got it on backward." He laughed. "Sorry, I've never put on rich people clothes before." Said Ivan. Victor helped Ivan into the uniform and the began wiping his face with the clothe. "What are you doing?" shout Ivan. "You face is so dirty. I need to clean you up." Said Victor. He pushed Ivan's long hair back and wiped his forehead. When he moved the towel he saw that Ivan actually had a very handsome face. "Are you done yet?" said Ivan wearily. "Yeah." Said Victor softly. "Here put on these shoes too." "They're too small." Said Ivan. "Well I don't have any others." Said Victor. Ivan forced the shoes on his feet, cursing under his breath. They walked to the mansion. "William." Called Victor. "Yes Victor." He said. "A friend from school is over. We need to work on a project together." Said Victor. "Could you make a dinner for both of us?" "Of course." He said looking a little bit suspicious at Ivan, but not saying a word. "Thank you." He said. "Let's work upstairs in my room." Said Victor briskly. A large staircase in the center of the house went up to the second floor. Then divided into two smaller staircases to the third floor. The forth staircase was much smaller and less impressive than the others. Ivan was looking with amazement at the house. "The servant living quarters are on the forth floor." Said Victor. Victor's room was smaller than most in the house, but still very large for a bedroom. It had a large window overlooking the front of the house, the creek, and a large house across the brick road. Victor put his bag on his desk. Ivan immediately took of the shoes that were too small for him. "Sorry about that." Said Victor. "Not a problem. I can't believe you actually live in this castle." Said Ivan. "It's hardly a castle." Laughed Victor. However, he stopped realizing Ivan was serious. "Well, I guess I should tell you that my father is an advisor of Emperor Zenith." "I should have figured." Said Ivan. "Anyway, you got to hide your astonishment since most people in the institute are very rich and used to this sort of extravagance." Said Victor. "Alright." Said Ivan doubtfully. "Now, while William is a making dinner, you should wash up in the guest bath." Said Victor. Victor led William to another room witch had it's own private bath. "You have running water?" asked Ivan. "Yeah." Nodded Victor. "Most wealthy people here do." "Sorry if I can't hide my astonishment." Replied Ivan. "How does it work?" "Just pull this lever." Said Victor. The water began pouring into the tub. "Oh, and here is some soap so you can wash all the dirt off you." Said Victor hand Ivan some soap. "There, you're all set. Now I'm going to take a bath in a washroom upstairs." Said Victor. "When you're done just go back to my room. I should be done by then or if not, just wait there until I'm done, then we'll get dinner." "Alright." Said Ivan. Victor walked out of the room. However, as he was about to head to his washroom, he heard Ivan calling for him. "Coming." He yelled back, wishing that Ivan wouldn't draw so much attention to himself. He walked back and asked. "What do you need?" "I need a towel to dry off." Said Ivan. "Alright, I'll be back." Victor grabbed a towel and brought in the room. Ivan was sitting naked in the bathtub. Victor did his best not to notice. "Here you go." Said Victor briskly. He began to walk out. "Wait." Said Ivan "What." Replied Victor. Victor noticed that Ivan was not at all self-conscious About being naked. "Thanks." Said Ivan "It's no problem." Said Victor. "No, I mean it. It's been a while since I've had a friend." Said Ivan. "So we're friends." Said Victor blushing. "Yeah." Smiled Ivan. Victor waved goodbye and quickly ran upstairs and took his bath. Victor was done first and returned to his room waiting for Ivan. Ivan returned shortly in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Victor couldn't but notice Ivan's well-toned body. Ivan's long black hair hung down to eyes brows in the front and all the way down his neck in the back. "Do you have anything more comfortable than your uniform?" asked Ivan. Victor nodded, giving Ivan a loose shirt and shorts. "Do you mind if I borrowÉ" Ivan blushed. "Underpants." Said Ivan. Victor couldn't help but laugh, but he nodded and threw a pair of his clean underpants at Ivan. "Hey!" laughed Ivan. Without warning Ivan completely striped in from of Victor and put on the clothes he borrowed from Victor. Victor pretend to be more interested in searching his bag to find the schoolwork he needed to finish tonight. After Ivan finished changing, Victor said. "I can smell our food, I think dinner will be ready shortly. " "Great. I can't wait to find out what you rich kids eat." Said Ivan, playful shoving Victor. Victor pushed back and soon the two boys were wresting each other, playfully. "Dinner is ready." called William from the kitchen. The boys immediately got up and walked downstairs to the first floor. The kitchen was filled with the aroma or roast pork, fresh bread, cheese, and vegetables. Ivan's mouth watered, not having tasted a home cooked meal in years. Victor signaled to Ivan where to sit. "Victor, your father told me that he would be late tonight. They've been very busy lately." Said William. "Alright, did he tell you why?" asked Victor. "You know your father is permitted to say very little about the business of the empire." "I know." Replied Victor. ÔThat being said." Continued William. "I've heard that the Castindonians have been entering our territory and violating the treaty." "Where are they invading exactly?" asked Ivan. "Salandon. Apparently it's been very violent there lately." Said William. "Really." Said Ivan with a harsh tone of irony. Victor worried that Ivan would give away his identity, but William didn't seem to notice. "Has any battles been fought?" asked Ivan curiously. "Not with our forces no." said William. "Mostly the castidonians been providing weapons to the Solarian Army. They claim it's to help them fight off the desert rebels, however I believe that they are forming an alliance to arm against us." "Any what if that happens?" asked Victor. "Well, if your father is any good at his job, it won't." said William bluntly. "Anyway, I've really said too much, this isn't much of a topic for school children, is it." Said William. "We're almost adults." Said Victor "Shouldn't you two be discussing a school project or something." said William. "I guess." Sighed Victor, wondering what they could talk about since they didn't have a school project to do, or anything in common. So they ate in silence. Ivan ate like a barbarian. Victor hit him and whispered, "Slow down. They'll know something is up if they realize that you're starving." "A bad habit I picked up in the army, and from starving." Replied Ivan quietly. They finished they're meal and went back up stair quickly and quietly. "Thank you for dinner William." Called Victor. "Anytime Victor." Replied William. The boys went up stairs, back to Victor's room. Victor shut his door. "So, what now?" asked Ivan. "I don't know." Said Victor hesitantly. "I have to do school work. You can relax I guess. I'm sorry I don't have much for you to do." "That's alright. Do you mind if I lay on your bed?" asked Ivan. "No, make yourself comfortable." Said Victor. Ivan laid down on the bed, looking out Victor's bedroom window. Victor got his schoolwork out, and began working, although he found Ivan's presence distracting. "It's been too long since I slept on a real bed." Laughed Ivan. "In the army, grunts like me had to sleep on the floor." Victor nodded. "Enjoy it." He said. "Believe me, I am." Said Ivan. He pulled a book out and began looking at it. "Can you read?" asked Victor. "A bit." Said Ivan. "I can read my Salandon script pretty well, but reading this is tough." "Sorry. I don't think I have anything you can read then." Said Victor. "Doesn't matter, I'm looking at an Atlas." Said Ivan. "The pictures are all that matter." "Oh ok." Said Victor trying to refocus on his schoolwork. After a long pause, Ivan said. "You know, that river me and Garret travelled, was 120 miles. " he said proudly. "And I came almost 300 miles in that ship." He laughed. "And another 20 miles from the port to here." "Wow, I don't think I've ever been more than 30 or 40 miles away from here." Said Victor. "I don't recommend it." Said Ivan. "I miss home pretty badly, at least the way it used to be." Victor didn't respond. He didn't know how to a comment like that. Night came and Victor grew tired of working. He washed up and came back to his room to find Ivan had fallen asleep on his bed. He sighed. He walked over to the bed, leaned forward to stir him, but resisted. He wanted Ivan to move, but knew he would feel bad about it. "All you have to do is ask." Said Ivan suddenly. He began to stir but instead of getting up he just moved to one side of the bed. Victor hesitated, but slowly pulled in on the other side of the bed, being careful not to intrude on Ivan's side. Soon however, Ivan shifted and their legs started to touch. Victor moved over, but then Ivan shifted again, and again there legs touched. Victor gave up. He actually liked the feeling of Ivan's leg next to his and decide not to fight it. Next he felt Ivan's feet gently graze his, and Ivan's toes gently rubbing the top of Victor's foot. Victor liked the feeling, but was a little embarrassed when he noticed that his privates began becoming stirred. Ivan turned over so that now Victor's left leg was sandwiched by Ivan's legs. Victor was now getting a full erection and was beginning to panic a little, worried that Ivan would notice. Ivan's head turned toward Victors. He didn't say anything but only smiled. Victor instinctively smiled back. Ivan turned on his side and ran his hand through Victor's hair, and began rubbing his head. "Do you like this?" asked Ivan. Victor nodded. Suddenly Ivan got up and positioned himself over Victor. Victor felt his hard cock rub against Ivan. He saw Ivan's look of surprise. "Sorry." Said Victor. "For what?" asked Ivan. He grabbed Victor's hand and moved it to his crouch. Victor immediately realized Ivan had a boner too. Victor couldn't help but laugh. Ivan took off his shirt, and began to pull off Victor's shirt. "What are you doing?" asked Victor. "Just trust me." Said Ivan. Victor didn't resist. He took off his shirt. Next Ivan removed his pants, and Victor followed suite. Ivan leaned forward and kissed Victor, running his hand through Victor's hair and holding his head. Victor instinctively placed his hands around Ivan and held him close. They quickly went from light kisses to fully making out. Their bodies rubbed together. Victor felt Ivan's hand rub lower and lower down his torso until finally Ivan reached inside Victor's underwear, which was already wet with precum, and began jacking him off. Victor had never felt such pleasure, and didn't realize how load his moans were becoming. "Shhhh." Said Ivan. "We'll get caught." Victor immediately controlled his moans, but was still in heaven. He came in just over a minute. Ivan even more turned on, and furiously kissed Victor. Ivan ripped of his underwear and guided Victor's hand to his crouch. Victor instinctively began jacking him off. Ivan nearly yelled with excitement, but contained it to a mere inaudible yelp. Victor nearly stopped, but kept going with some encouragement from Ivan. "Harder, yeah like that." It took about 10 minutes for Ivan to cum. It was a very large orgasm. Ivan took his shirt and whipped himself off quickly, and began making out with Victor again. Victor had been so turned on by Ivan's orgasms that he was hard again. However, they were both exhausted and cuddled, Victor placing his head on Ivan's chest. Victor awoke early the next morning, held in Ivan's strong arms. He knew he would never want to leave them.