Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2006 01:24:27 -0400
From: carl_mason@comcast.net
Subject: YOUNG JEREMY TAYLOR - 6

Copyright 2006 by Carl Mason

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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 6

(Revisiting Chapter 5)

Nearly a week after the cadets had returned to Precopius, Kazan told Jeremy
that his father desired to speak with him.  Specifically, he asked that the
youngster from Earth come out to the house that afternoon and sent a
prepaid stub for an air taxi.

After Jonas had shown him into the library and gone to find his master, the
blond youth noticed a younger teen reading a book in a window seat.  Well
dressed and groomed, he was obviously deeply immersed in the tome.  Jeremy
was sure that he had seen him somewhere before.  That muscular body was
familiar!  Simultaneously realizing who the other was, they let out wild
whoops and raced towards each other.  Meeting in mid air, they crashed to
the floor and rolled over and over on the carpet.  "You did this, you did
this!" Toby screamed through his tears.  "Do you realize that Kazan's
father is going to adopt me?  Do you know that I will go to the Academy as
a Fourth Classman in the fall?  You've saved my life, Jeremy.  You will
always be my brother!"  As the tears rolled down his face, Jeremy could
only cling to the sturdy lad.  Kazan's father, the Imperial Counsel to the
Precopian Emperor, Isandrious IX, watched approvingly from the doorway.

(Continuing Our Story - Isandrious IX)

Arriving with Kazan for his family's Friday night dinner, Jeremy smirked
when he saw that Toby had already been fitted with a bright blue rehnax.
All things considered, he thought, it didn't look all that bad on him!
When they found themselves off to the side for a moment, he smirked and
asked the boy how he liked his new formal garment.  Toby looked him
straight in the eye, grinned nastily, and asked Jeremy if there were any
part of his body that it DIDN'T show.  "Guess not..." the blond cadet
responded, "but I must admit that I kinda like what I see."  An even more
raunchy expression on his face, Toby asked, "And I said that I didn't?"
Shaking his head in surrender at that one, Jeremy walked over towards
Sejennah.  As he approached, she laughed and asked, "Do you know what's
following you?"  Turning around and finding Toby about eight inches behind,
the blond-haired one laughed and said, "Well, I guess everyone has to have
a puppy."  "Nah," piped up Toby, "I'm his litt'l brudduh."  Sejennah
laughed gaily and whispered to Jeremy that she thought he had found a new
friend, a very cute one!

When the boys - minus the prepubescent Askurus who stayed below with
Sejennah - went upstairs to Kazan's apartment, they found that only one
servant was available to serve...refreshments.  Asserting the rights of the
landowner, Kazan escorted her down the hall.  As he munched on a handful of
chips, Toby turned to Jeremy, saying, "I've got troubles, bro!  This damned
rehnax doesn't feel right.  Can you give me a hand?"  "Sure, Toby," Jeremy
responded.  "How can I help?"  In the blink of an eye, the brown- haired
teen had wiped his hands, wriggled out of the garment, and stood naked in
front of his hero.  "I couldn't say 'thank you' on Mortonia, Jeremy, but I
can now.  I loved you the moment I saw you from across that field.  Any
chance that you like me...even a little?"

The blond was about to remind the boy of where he was, but he suddenly
realized that he was already inflamed.  Standing in front of him was the
beauty incarnate.  There wasn't a part of the fourteen year-old athlete's
muscular body that wasn't impressive - and his butt and genitals would have
been spectacular on any young male!  Hard erect, he approached Jeremy and
slowly thrust his heavy cock into the older teen.  "Please let me," he
whispered.  Kneeling, he took the older teen's thick cock into his mouth
and deep throated it so effortlessly that Jeremy didn't even realize it had
happened until he felt Toby's throat muscles working on him.  Thrusting
vigorously into the lad's mouth, he exploded within moments.  Shortly,
after he had thoroughly cleaned Jeremy, Toby helped him to dress and sat
back in a chair watching him.

"I'm not going to live like a slut on Precopius, Jeremy.  Unless you want
me - and I'll pray that you do - that's not going to happy again so easily.
As soon as I started growing on Mortonia, that's how my foster family
squeezed more money out of me.  The great man who will adopt me as his son
knows about this, by the way.  Just know how much I love you.  Gratitude
has nothing to do with it!"

Shaken, Jeremy rose after only a couple of minutes, went over to Toby,
almost lifted him from the chair, and kissed him.  Slowly, he helped him to
bring the rehnax up over his body and get it all smoothed out.  Then he
hugged him, saying, "Listen, Mister, I like you one hell of a lot more than
'a little'.  Know that wherever we are and whatever we're doing that I'll
love you till the day I die.  I never had a 'little brother' before, and
I'm going to let him know how much I like it!"  At that moment, Kazan
returned to the living room and the boys were soon on their way down to
dinner.

The main topic of conversation at dinner was the plan to entertain the
Emperor.  As was explained, that wasn't an easy task, for it involved
entertaining not only the Emperor, but also his sizable entourage.  There
were other factors to consider: For instance, he was what was known as a
Feinschmecker [a Gourmet or person who is an excellent judge of fine food
and drink].  If that weren't enough, he liked vast quantities of the finest
food and drink!  Needless to say, success also demanded providing other
appropriate activities that would please all concerned.  Here, as in
everything else, Isandrious IX was not easy to satisfy.  In recent years,
only the richest citizens had dared invite him to their homes.  In any
case, the Imperial Counsel and his wife were about to attempt a social
event of the year.  It was decided that the event would be held at their
villa in the Central hills and would involve both a "Shoot" (or hunt) and a
formal dinner.  The villa was chosen due to its size and facilities, as
well as the Emperor's love of hunting.  That is, nearby mountains contained
large bands of chamois (pronounced: shammy; a species of goat antelope
originating on Earth and living in mountainous areas).  Additionally, it
was located in a heavily forested area, rare on Precopius and favored by
wild boar.  The younger members of the family, including Jeremy, would be
involved as their schedules and preferences permitted.

For weeks, there was no other subject of conversation among the family.
Jeremy and Kazan even had difficulty keeping their minds on Academy
obligations!  Finally, the day arrived, a sparkling day, a day when the
bright sky was filled with scudding white clouds that signaled the height
of the Precopian summer.  The family and a larger than usual staff had the
villa in superb shape.  Outside, the Imperial Counsel and three of his four
sons - Kazan, Jeremy, and Toby - stood, waiting for the royal airbuses to
arrive from the palace.  All were dressed in hunting outfits, something
that for some reason highly amused the youngest among them.  In fact,
Jeremy had already swatted at Toby a couple of times, but nothing seemed
permanently to stop occasional outbursts of snickers and giggles.

Slowly, the two great imperial airbuses settled on the tarmac and
immediately began disgorging their passengers...all dressed to the nines.
Suddenly, everyone fell back as the Emperor was helped down from his seat.
Portly, dressed in a rather archaic hunting costume and carrying an immense
rifle that was probably powerful enough to blast a great Dava monster into
a hundred pieces, he did not cut an especially impressive figure.  Hearing
a muffled snort behind him, Jeremy stopped short, braced himself, and let
Toby run into him.  There was a grunt, but for some time, no more snorts.
Kazan's father approached the Emperor and bowed low.  "Welcome to my home,
Your Imperial Majesty," he murmured.  "Come forward together with your
sons, dear friend, and let me see you," said the Emperor.  After a short
personal greeting that included a brief embrace (something that set tongues
wagging enviously), the Imperial Counsel introduced his boys.  When he
reached Toby, the Emperor halted, turned towards the boy, and said, "Ah,
yes...Toby.  I seem to remember that you will enter the Academy shortly.
You are a powerful lad!  I think that I shall enjoy seeing you score
Muhrtog niners [i.e., nine-pointers]!"  Toby went bright red, but he
remembered to bow his head and go down on one knee before the Emperor.
With a very few (probably memorized) words, His Imperial Majesty had
created a friend for life.

Within moments those who were taking part in the hunt had boarded the
smaller airbuses provided by the Counsel and were on their way towards the
mountains in the background.  (The others were being escorted inside for
tea - or for a hundred other activities that had been arranged for them.)

Landing in a pre-arranged area, small groups of hunters with guides set out
in pursuit of the sturdy, nimble animals with their remarkable leaping
ability.  It was too early for the males to have rejoined the herd for the
fall rut, but they might come across one of the elusive creatures.  Living
in small groups, the females with their young were more common as they
grazed and browsed among the mountain grasses and lichen found on rocky
slopes.  Nevertheless, like the males, they had extremely acute senses of
smell and sight and were not easy prey.

The sharp crack of rifles was soon heard across the area where they were
working.  It was not too long before servants began to appear carrying the
trophies whose summer coats were light brown with a black strip down the
spine.  Most had sharp, curved horns anywhere up to 8-inches long that were
used in defense against predators and by the males in battling for mates
during the rutting season.  Toby was quite a sight as he staggered in,
carrying a beautiful 3.5-foot long male on his back that had been shot by
the Emperor himself.  The beautiful animal had to weigh 75-80 lbs.  (Later
in the day, the Emperor asked the boy if he had ever had a chamois shirt.
When he bashfully admitted that he had never SEEN one, the Emperor ruffled
his brown hair and promised him a gift in the near future.)  This first
part of the shoot concluded with a late lunch served by servants in a
festive tent set up in a mountain meadow.  Polite applause broke out around
the tables when servants brought in bottles of Czech Pilsner Urquel beer
that had been shipped from Earth for the Emperor and his guests.  Everyone
knew that it was his favorite of favorites.

When the hunters returned to the villa in the late afternoon, they were
free to relax, to talk, to drink, to enjoy the library, or to swim in a
small lake nearby.  Servants prepared the animals that had been taken for
their trip back to Precopius City.  The formal dinner scheduled for eight
o'clock was completely under control.  As a matter of fact, the boys found
the smells issuing from the kitchen to be increasingly seductive.  The
great dining room sparkled with crystal, porcelain, and fine cutlery of
silver and steel.  Flowers were being placed on each table.  Kazan's mother
called her chief servants - plus her own family - together for a final
check.  All seemed well...until a voice called out faintly from the rear of
the group.

"Yes, Toby," she said, recognizing him to speak.  "Ma'am," he began, "even
though I'm young and new, may I say something?"  "Yes, Toby," she answered
gently.  "For some weeks now in the library at home," he said, "I have been
reading in the Imperial Register about the ways in which we can honor those
whom we love and who have earned our respect.  For instance, I read how an
outsider can become a Precopian citizen by being presented to the Emperor
and Precopian Society 'naked before the gods and man'.  It seems that our
bodies are normally so very private.  Thus, on rare occasion when we let
other see us as we are, open and vulnerable, we offer them great honor.  I
can think of no one I love and honor more on this planet than my new
parents, my brothers and sister and, perhaps, the Emperor who is the symbol
for everything that is important to us.  I know we had planned to serve
dinner tonight in formal dress.  Would you permit me to honor you and to
show you my love by serving this dinner naked before the gods...and you?"

"I think my brother is saying something that all of us need to listen to,"
Kazan said seriously.  "With your permission, mother, I should like to join
him."  "And I," added Jeremy.  Although they couldn't take part in the
ceremony, Sejennah and Askurus nodded vigorously in agreement.  The
Imperial Counsel moved over to his wife and smiled gently and lovingly down
on her.  "Shall we allow it?" he asked.  When she nodded softly in
agreement, he turned to the three young men, saying simply, "We are deeply
honored by the love of those whom we so love.  You have our permission."

The young sons of the Counsel would long remember the dinner high in the
Central Hills of Precopius.  In the midst of the blacks and the darker
color shades that dominated the great dining room, they stood out like
beacons of light.  All three had brought their bodies to absolute
perfection.  Shaved and oiled, they each served a single guest - Kazan, the
Emperor's Foreign Minister; Jeremy, the Speaker of the Great Parliament of
the Alliance; and Toby who, despite his inexperience, stubbornly insisted
on serving the Emperor himself.  All in the great hall that night realized
the honor that was being paid to them and to the Emperor, and all responded
with sincere appreciation.

The dinner?  Frankly, its description could take the better part of two
chapters.  Let it be said simply that there were twelve courses allowed
only when Precopian royalty was being entertained.  The nuts, meats, birds,
vegetables, fruits, and sweets kept coming for hours.  The foods were
exquisitely prepared; in fact, every woman in the room decided that she
would kill to have the new French chef.  The entire party was treated to a
red wine from the Planet Glasmanu that the Emperor swore was one of the
finest reds he had ever tasted and asked to take two cases back to the
palace with him.  A delicious coffee, Havana cigars, and a superb French
Armagnac - all great favorites of the Emperor that had been brought up from
the planet Earth for this occasion - were available to the men in the
Library.  The Counsel's sons were allowed the honor of joining them. Toby
actually sat on the overstuffed arm of the old Emperor's chair and chatted
with him about the glories of Muhrtog.  The Emperor wasn't at all sure
which he found more intoxicating: the Armagnac or the naked youth whose
muscled body was so open to his inspection.

On the morrow, the company rose on the late side, which did not bode well
for the success of the second hunt.  Early morning and the night were much
better times for pursuing the wild boar that could weigh more than 500 lbs
and whose sharp tusks reinforced a very nasty disposition.  Nevertheless,
several somewhat smaller specimens were bagged, in addition to other forest
prizes.  At a luncheon that followed the shoot (and signaled the end of the
weekend's entertainment), the Emperor generously praised the magnificent
event and the efforts of those who had labored so successfully to make it
possible.  He also gave several presents, the strangest of which went to
Jeremy.  In fact, the Emperor admitted that he couldn't explain the gift
other than to say that the gods guided him.  In the forest that morning,
the Emperor had shot a large wolf.  Servants had actually begun to preserve
the head and pelt.  The Emperor suggested mysteriously that all of the
great forest creatures would eventually bow to the young Earthman as did
the wolf whose pelt he draped around his shoulders.

Before he dismissed the luncheon, the Emperor had one more surprise.  After
consultation throughout the realm, he said, he was using his powers to
delay the implementation of the new "sex regulations" at the Academy.  He
suggested that the Superintendent had already achieved an important purpose
by providing a series of "reminders" as to the correct way to act.  Indeed,
a significant debt was owed to him and the Academy Board.  (Hearing this
announcement, the three older boys looked at each other with barely
concealed glee.  All things considered, however, the greatest glee may have
been felt by the Counsel and his good wife as the Imperial airbuses rose
quietly into the sky, turned, and began their journey back to the city.)

(A Bumpy Ride)

As their Squad waited to march out on the field, Jeremy quietly joked with
Kazan about nudity on Precopius, suggesting that it seemed to be the rule
rather than the exception.  With laughter in his voice, his friend
suggested that he should work on not giving them so much to celebrate!

When they finally swung out onto the field at quite a stiff pace, the blond
Earthman noticed that he was finally mastering the Precopian marching step.
Yes, it was still something of a bumpy ride, but he was actually getting
it!  When they paused to add ceremonial spears to the drill later in the
session, even Kazan complimented him on his progress.  "You look and act
more like a true Precopian every day!" he laughed.  As the sweat poured
down his naked body, a panting Earthman grinned with pleasure at his
buddy's words.


To Be Continued