Date: Thu, 21 Sep 2006 00:50:50 -0400
From: carl_mason@comcast.net
Subject: YOUNG JEREMY TAYLOR - 8

YOUNG JEREMY TAYLOR - 8

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 8

(Revisiting Chapter 7)

Gathering him into his arms, Kazan quickly realized how deeply Jeremy had
been wounded.  Despite earlier oaths never to let the blond know of his
overwhelming feelings for him, he began to kiss him, whispering how much he
loved him and how impossible his life would be without him.  Beginning to
return Kazan's kisses feverishly, Jeremy felt himself becoming aroused.  He
wanted nothing less than to throw Kazan down on the ground and show him how
deeply he cared and how much Kazan excited his passions.  Just a second
before simultaneously pushing apart, they both exploded in their rehnaxi.
"Well, that's something that I didn't count on," Kazan muttered in some
surprise.  "Yeah, but it's real and we're going to have to deal with it,"
his blond compatriot replied.

(Continuing Our Story - In Appreciation)

"Hansen!  Hansen!  Cadet Hansen...Phone!"  "Hey, Toby, you've got a phone
call...second phone...Corridor B!" a pal yelled as he stuck his head into
Fourth Classman Toby Hansen's room.

"Cadet Hansen here, sir!" Toby said smartly into the receiver.  (The
viewing screen was dark, a sign the call was privileged.)  "Cadet Hansen,
please hold the phone for an incoming message," a secretarial voice
smoothly intoned.

"Toby!  Hello!  This is Emperor Isandrious.  After so enjoying your superb
play in the Muhrtog championship match, I would enjoy your stopping by -
say, on Thursday at four - for tea.  Is that possible?"  Toby's voice, not
completely reliable as yet, cracked slightly as he enthusiastically
replied, "Great, Sir!  That's super!  I'll be really happy to see you
again!"  "I'm delighted, Toby.  Until Thursday," the Emperor said with
obvious pleasure.

Not that long after four o'clock on the appointed day, Toby sat is a small,
but richly decorated reception room at the Palace, literally surrounded by
several flavors of ice cream, several kinds of delicious cookies, and a
host of munchables and soft drinks appealing to adolescents.  "Thank you,
Sir," the youngster said...for, perhaps, the tenth time.

"Think nothing of it, young Muhrtog star," Isandrious laughed.  "You did me
great honor the other day as you and your team mates left the stadium.
Someone took a picture as we were talking, and I wanted you to have a
copy."  The Emperor picked up a small package on a nearby table and handed
it to the young cadet.  "Wow!" the delighted youth exclaimed.  "This is so
great!  May I open it?"  When the Emperor smiled and nodded, Toby tore the
wrapping from the gift and saw a gold-framed copy of a photo of the two of
them at the Precopian Games that had appeared in all the Alliance
newspapers, as well as many of the other news media throughout the
Federation.  It had been signed, "In appreciation, Isandrious IX."  "Oh,
wow!  Thanks loads, Sir!" the young lad replied.  Again, utterly without
self-consciousness, he threw himself into the Emperor's arms, hugging him
tightly.

As they drew apart, both could see that Toby had sprung a sizable boner.
When the youth turned crimson in embarrassment, the Emperor laughed and
said simply, "Do not feel badly, lad.  A youngster who wears the wreath of
victory has the right to let others know he has become a man!"  Reaching
down, he gently kneaded the youngster's manhood through his uniform.
Immediately, it hardened further, grew appreciably in size, and pressed
insistently against the fabric of his clothes.  "You must not allow your
uniform to be soiled," the older man calmly observed.  "May I help?"
Embarrassed beyond measure, the youth nodded and buried his head into the
Emperor's chest as one article of clothing after another was removed,
folded, and placed neatly on a chair.  Soon, protected by the old warrior's
arms, his splendid young body stood in all its naked glory.  Reaching down
once again, he slowly kneaded the lad's smooth, silken scrotum between his
fingers and gently fingered the sizable balls.  As his own cock hardened
within his trousers, he slipped a finger further back, sliding it across
Toby's perineum towards his anus.  The young man grunted with passion
before hungrily whispering, "Yes..." and throwing his arms tightly around
the man.

"Here, we can do better than this," Isandrious murmured, lifted the heavy
lad into his arms, and carried him out of the reception room to a green
marble table on an open porch.  Once Toby lay quietly on the stone, he
removed the clothing from his own upper body and began to prepare the lad's
body with the finest exotic oils to be found in the realm.  Writhing in
pleasure, the boy began to moan softly and press against his hand.  The
master continued, oiling the lad's lower stomach and his trembling thighs
before moving to his swollen genitals.  As if burnishing the finest silver
candlestick, the Emperor's fingers worked the oil into the veins and sinews
of the impossibly hard, reddened shaft until the young man's shoulders
began to lift off the table and small, mewing cries escaped his open mouth.
Then he turned the sculpted body over on the stone and began probing the
firm buttocks and hairless crack.  Eventually, one heavily oiled digit
entered Toby's body, followed by a second, a third, and a fourth, each
skillfully loosening and lubricating his anal muscles.  Every fiber of his
body quivering, he finally cried out, "Please, Sire, no more, no more.
Take me, for I am yours as long as you will have me!"  Pulling the lad's
body to the edge of the great old oaken table with its ornate marble top,
the Emperor entered the trembling young athlete and brought the last hour
and a half to a shattering crescendo.  Their passions sated, their worlds
markedly changed, smiles upon their lips, they napped peacefully in each
other's arms.

(The Planet Estashi)

The sleek Academy airbus slowly edged forward into the dock until the pilot
felt the air cushion and shut down the single Peltate thruster that was
still online.  The long trip to the outer reaches of the Alliance was over.
The school's Muhrtog team and a small pep band had reached Estashi.  For
Jeremy it was none too soon.  Given the distance, the ship had traveled
most of the way at warp speed, a process that always left him feeling
somewhat queasy.

Looking around the major interplanetary terminal, Jeremy could tell at a
glance that he was a long way from Precopius or from Earth, either one.
The light had a completely different quality; far fewer of the life forms
were of the Precopian-Terran type; their translators slowed down
perceptibly as they processed languages many of which were based on
markedly different principles.  Simply put, the sights, sounds, and smells
of Estashi were decidedly alien.

On the other hand, the welcome they received from their hosts at the
Estashian Military School left absolutely nothing to be desired.  At the
end of the ramp, the boys could already see the bright orange eyes, rather
toothy grins, and slightly protruding snouts of several Alliance officers
and a handful of Muhrtog players.  However difficult to admit, those boys
HAD bested them in a memorable match at the Academy early in the season.
As they approached and their Director of Athletics and the team captain
came forward to meet them, the only thing missing was their stench!  Jeremy
wondered what had happened.

As team captain, Kazan joined the Academy's Director of Athletics.  The
Estashi Director quickly let his First Class team captain take the lead.
"Welcome to our home," the captain said carefully.  "The 'pretty boy' is
ready to get plowed into the ground once again?"  Kazan quietly suggested
that the expression "pretty boy" was pretty negative on Earth, but called
Jeremy forward and told him what the Estashi captain had said.  The Estashi
captain looked embarrassed, saluted Jeremy in the standard Alliance manner,
and assured him that no insult was intended.  "That's ok, friend," Jeremy
said, "especially since it's you who will be plowed this time."  The
captain emitted a series of short snorts and huffs and opened his mouth
wide in that which Jeremy took to be a laugh.  God, there were a lot of
sharp teeth!  The Estashi team members who heard the exchange mirrored
their captain's reaction.

"There is only one problem," their Director of Athletics said.  "We have
arranged accommodations in one of our nicer hotels.  The members of the
Estashi Muhrtog team, however, want you to stay in their dormitory and have
already cleared rooms for you.  This is a great honor that has rarely
happened in the past, but the choice is yours."  Glancing over at Jeremy,
Kazan said quickly, "We accept the kind offer of the Estashi captain."  His
hand extended in friendship was immediately shaken in the Precopian-Terran
manner.  All four of the Estashi team members present began snorting and
huffing, quickly moved towards the Precopian players and the pep band
members, and made it entirely obvious that they were among friends.

On the way to the dormitory, Kazan noted that on the last occasion, both
sides had found the scent of the other to be quite objectionable.  "Yes,
that's true," the Estashi captain allowed, "but our chemistry department
has formulated a neutralizing scent.  I see that you are no longer offended
by us.  I only wish that I could say the same of you.  You still smell like
a bar-bar in rut!"  "Fear not, Captain," Kazan said proudly.  "Our chemists
have also had success, and we shall remove the problem once we reach the
dormitory!"  When his words were translated, the Estashi team members again
began snorting and huffing happily.

For a dormitory, the Estashi First and Second Class rooms were spacious,
and the Precopians quickly felt comfortable and well cared for.
Unfortunately, only 15 minutes after they arrived and began applying the
chemical neutralizer developed on Precopius, gongs began sounding in the
dormitory and students began fleeing for the exits.  When the Estashi
emergency brigades arrived, they quickly determined that the two deodorants
had a brief but exceedingly negative reaction when their molecules mixed in
the air.  Rather than send the Procopians to a hotel, the decision was made
by the students to discontinue the use of both deodorants and to put up
with the mutual stench.

Everyone agreed that the rest of the evening was fantastic.  The Academy's
Muhrtog team marched to supper preceded by the pep band that proudly wore
its scarlet berets and played the Academy song. When they entered the
massive dining hall, they were greeted by a overwhelming roar from the
throats of the Estashi cadets.  After supper, there was essentially an
"open house" in the Estashi dormitory.  Academy cadets were enticed into
rooms only to have goodies from the far reaches of the Alliance pushed upon
them.  Most of the cadets reported happy experiences, although the tidbits
of gingered rat (especially the crystalized tails) beloved of one group of
boys from a far distant border planet were not high on their list...nor
were the "house pets" of another group that looked suspiciously like Terran
cobras!  Many a friendship was made, in part because the Academy
translators began working more effectively as their database expanded.  One
additional happening became part of the history of this wondrous trip.
When Jeremy and Kazan entered the room shared by the Estashi captain and
his closest buddy, the door was shut and a new cadet was introduced.  A
combination of words, sign language, and simple lust established that the
"guest" was female and that "she" was intended for Jeremy to make up for
being "plowed."  Unfortunately, if the smell of the males was
objectionable, the smell of the females was indescribably worse.  Further,
their body parts, evidently considered to be fantastically "hot" by their
own kind, were seen to be even more ugly by the visitors.  The Estashi
captain and his roommate scratched and loudly called for someone else.
Evidently, this substitute gift came from the other side of the Estashi
realm, i.e., the border areas nearest Precopius and Earth.  In all honesty,
the boys found "it" to be pretty hot.  Wildly snuffing and huffing, the
captain laughed with Kazan and said that the problem was solved.  Jeremy
just didn't like women!  The obviously acceptable male cadet was his for
the night.  As Jeremy groaned and tried to fight off the amorous attentions
of the new visitor, he had to admit that he WAS kinda cute!  Kazan laughed
his fool head off, which didn't make things one whit easier!

The game?  In all honesty there were few surprises.  The stadium was
jammed; the Academy pep band was well received.  If possible, the return
game was even more hotly contested than the first.  One felt that either
team could score on any play...  indeed, on EVERY play.  Several players
were carried to the sidelines, the victims of completely legal blocks and
tackles.  Every single person in the stadium and on the field recognized
the excellent play and the superb sportsmanship and began applauding great
plays by both teams.  Going into the last two minutes of the third period,
the score was tied 18 to 18.  At that point, Jeremy got the ball in the
shadow of his own goal posts and began running for the Estashi goal.  As he
approached the red zone, he literally plowed the Estashi captain into the
ground, scored, and pushed the game into the Academy column.  Players from
both teams raced onto the field, lifting Jeremy onto their shoulders.  The
boys walked off the field, their arms around the waists or shoulders of
their erstwhile opponents, the crowd cheering and applauding until their
hands must have come close to falling off!

On the morrow, the entire Military School faculty and student body saw them
off at the interplanetary jetport, a few students on crutches.  Oh, what
sweet revenge was promised for next year!

As they waited in the Academy airbus, an Alliance battle cruiser slowly
settled down on the tarmac.  Unexpectedly, the Captain ordered the students
to come aboard immediately with as much of their gear as possible.  As they
took off, they could see two other battle cruisers and one carrier (a craft
that carried fighters, equivalent to an ancient aircraft carrier) in the
distance, all heading out from Estashi.  Within the hour, they also saw
great bursts of light and felt the rumble of explosions through the thick
walls and insulation of the battle cruiser.

On the way home, the Captain informed them that "rogue planets" had broken
the peace and planned to destroy the Academy's airbus and everyone on her.
The ships involved were either destroyed or sent scrambling.  The men on
all but one of the Alliance ships had been rooting for them in that which
the Captain said was the greatest Muhrtog match of all time.  They had been
happy to lend a hand!


To Be Continued