Date: Tue, 30 Dec 1997 21:01:41 PST
From: Cy Ihao <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: THE LESSON

	Stardate 46679.8.  Fourteen-year-old Jake flopped down in the
chair, the perfect picture of despair and teen angst.  Sitting opposite
him, his best friend, Nog, crossed his arms on the table and pressed his
bulbous forehead against them.

	"Well, well, aren't we the happy duo tonight," observed Nog's uncle
as he approached their table.  "I thought you were dating the Flynn
sisters?"  The two boys did not even look up.  Quark glanced at one and
then the other.  Teenagers!  He gave a silent prayer of thanks for not
having children.  "So, what can I get you?  Two Antillian Sunrises?  Large
root beers?  We have some nice fresh Ferengi tube worms, Nog.  And for you,
Jake, I suppose you'd like something disgusting from Earth-maybe a
chocolate shake and large fries with gravy."

	"I'm too depressed to eat," sighed Jake.

	"I'm too depressed to even think about eating," came Nog's muffled
rejoiner.

	"Well, go be depressed somewhere else," Quark snapped.  "If you
aren't going to order anything, leave this table for paying customers."

	The boys knew from his tone of voice there was no arguing.  Quark
was always serious when it came to money.  The two teenagers dragged
themselves to their feet and shuffled out of Quark's.  They walked over to
the railing and glanced down at the concourse below.  It was their
favourite spot, the spot where they had first met shortly after Jake had
arrived on the space station.  That had been four months ago.

	"Oh man, am I horny," groaned Jake.

	"I'm beyond horny.  I'm . . .  well, whatever is beyond horny."

	"I'd be getting laid right now if you hadn't screwed things up,"
Jake observed bitterly.

	"Me?  Me?  What about you?"

	"I didn't do anything."

	"Now that's the fucking truth.  You just sat there, like a Jovarian
warthog.  No, a Jovarian warthog would have shown more life."

	"Well, even if that was so, which it isn't, that is a hell of a lot
better than laying on my back in the atrium and ordering my date to feed me
grapes."

	"Feeding a man is a woman's place on Ferenginar.  On Earth too.
Remember that video Mrs. O'Brien showed us in school on . . .  on . . . "

	"On the Romans.  But that was three millennia ago."

	"An old custom on both planets."

	Jake sighed.  There was no explaining things to Nog once he had
made his mind up on something.  He had learned that quickly when he had
agreed to teach Nog how to read.  "Well, what really pissed Gritta off was
your crack about her dress."

	"What?  She asked what I thought of it, and I told her she would
look better out of it."

	"She was looking for a complement."

	"That was a complement.  Her body is too good to be hiding behind
clothing.  Besides, it was a subtle hint that we should both get naked."

	"You're as subtle as a load of titanium."

	"So, I suppose talking endlessly about that place on Earth . . .
what was it, Niagra Falls .  . .  was going to get you in Girra's panties?"

	"That is a very romantic place.  All the lovers on Earth go there.
I was just setting the mood."

	"My idea of setting the mood is stroking a woman's boobs," leered
Nog.

	"And sucking on them."

	"And stroking her ass."

	"And running your fingers up along her thighs and along her pussy."

	"Ah yeah, her pussy."

	"Yeah," sighed Jake.  The two boys stared out at the deck below but
were not really seeing anything.  Jake slowly slid his hand up his thigh
and over to his crotch.  He tried to discretely straighten out his stiffie
so it was not so uncomfortable, and so it was not so obvious.  He should
have known that with Nog's many years as a thief, his young pal did not
miss anything.

	"Got a problem. Jako?" asked Nog, breaking out into a grin of
little pointed teeth.

	Jake held his hand in front of his telltale bulge and blushed.

	"Let's have a look," Nog teased, pushing Jake's hand away.

	"Nog, stop it," Jake whispered, glancing around worriedly.

	"My, my, did you sneak a garlic pickle or something out of my
uncle's in your pants, Jake?" Nog asked loudly.  If he was not going to
lose his virginity this night, he could at least tease Jake.  That could be
as much fun.

	"Nog, I mean it."

	Nog made a grab for Jake's crotch and then made a fake punch to his
face.  As Jake raised his hands in reflex, Nog grabbed his friend's
protruding stiff with his other hand.  Nog had heard that Humans were
various sizes but that Afro-American Humans were especially well hung.
From the size of the stiffie he had in his fingers, that rumour was true.
"I'd say you got a big problem, Jake," Nog said as Jake twisted away.

	"Yeah, well, looks like you got the same problem," Jake replied,
managing to give his buddy a feel.

	The two boys began a game of "grab", dodging each other and the
pedestrians on the Promenade as they tried to grope each other and avoid
being groped themselves.  In their fun and youthful enthusiasm, they
ignored the glares and muttered curses of those they bumped into.

	"Uh, oh, here comes Odo," Nog warned.

	The two boys stopped instantly and simultaneously dropped their
hands in front of their bulging crotches.

	"What have I told you boys about horseplay on the Promenade?" Odo
asked angrily.

	"We weren't-," began Nog.

	"We're sorry," Jake interrupted.  The last thing he wanted at that
moment was a lengthy lecture from the Chief of Security.  The longer he was
there, the more likely he would see what he and Nog were trying to hide.
He was even more observant than Nog.  If he noticed, Odo would surely tell
his father, and his father would feel it necessary to talk to him about
having a stiffie, and he would die.

	"It's late.  I think you boys had better beat it."

	"Absolutely," guffawed Nog.  "Actually, we were planning on doing
just that when you arrived," he continued with a twinkle in his eye.  Odo
looked at him suspiciously.  "Isn't that right Jake?  We were just saying
we should beat it weren't we?"

	"Ah, yeah, right."

	Nog choked as he held back his laughter.  Odo knew the teenagers
were lying.  Nog he would not hesitate accusing, but he couldn't very well
accuse the Commander's son.  Besides, Jake was basically a good kid.  Nog
was the bad influence.  When Jake's father had tried to keep the two boys
apart, Odo had been in full agreement.  This was a good example why, but
there was nothing he could do about it.

	"Then be gone with you."

	Nog turned and began to leave.  Jake just stood there, wondering
how he was going to move in his condition.  "Well Jake?" called Nog.

	"I'm coming."

	Nog doubled over and sprayed spit a metre in front of him has he
repressed his laughter.  Odo shook his head as he watched the two boys
hurry down the corridor.  Teenagers, who could figure them?

	"You boys should beat it!  If he only knew, eh?" snickered Nog once
they were around the corner.

	"Ah, yeah, right."

	"And when you said 'I'm coming', that was priceless!"

	Nog giggled and Jake gave a half-hearted chuckle.  There were times
he simply could not understand what Nog was talking about.  In this case he
was not sure if it was a culture thing, or if Nog was just being Nog.

	"What's wrong?" Nog asked.

	"Nothing."

	"You don't get it," Nog suddenly concluded.

	"Not exactly."

	"You know, beat it," Nog grinned.  Jake looked at him
blankly.  Nog curled his fingers against the tip of his thumb and jerked
his wrist several times.  "Jack off," he said when that did not elicit a
response.  "Do the bone dance."  Jake shook his head.  "Shit, Jake, when
you get a stiffie, what do you do about it?"

	"Do about it?"

	"Yeah."

	"Nothing."

	"Your prick is sticking out like a Narwal horn, and you do
nothing?"

	"Well. . . ."

	"Ah ha, so you do do something."

	"Well, yeah," Jake said blushing again.

	"And that is?"

	"Jeez, Nog."

	"Com'on."

	"Squeeze it and stuff, alright?"

	"What sort of stuff?" Nog asked gleefully.  He was enjoying this
immensely.

	"You know," Jake replied uncomfortably.

	"So. . . ."

	"O.K.  I fiddle with it.  You satisfied?"

	"It satisfy you?" Nog giggled.

	"Yeah, alright, it does, so there.  It feels good.  At least it
does until I stop.  Then I'm just hornier than ever."

	A suspicion suddenly crossed Nog's mind.  After some moments
thought, he asked, "When do you stop?"

	"What's with the interrogation?  You after Odo's job or something?
What about you answering some questions?  What do you do when you get a
stiffie?"

	"Same as you."

	"And when do you stop?"

	"When I cum."

	"When you what?"

	"Cum.  Pop a nut.  Shoot a load," Nog explained.  Jake looked at
him blankly.  "You do know about making babies?"

	"Of course, what do you think, I'm some little kid?"

	"So you know about the guy making stuff that makes the baby."

	"Yeah, his sperm.  So?"

	"So have you ever made it?"

	"Of course not.  We talked about this, remember?  I'm a virgin,
just like you."

	Nog thought for a moment and then broke into a toothy grin.  "Oh,
Jako, my buddy, have I got something to teach you!  Let's go to my place.
My dad's on night shift."

	"Well, alright, but my dad's expecting me home around eleven."

	"That gives us plenty of time.  Let's go."

	Jake followed Nog to his quarters, still not fully understanding
but knowing if Nog was in charge, it was likely to be fun, and likely to be
forbidden.  He was game for both.

	Nog's room was a typical teenager's room.  Clothes were draped over
chairs and dressers and scattered on the floor.  His desk was a clutter of
homework, dirty glasses and dishes, and several music discs.  A pinup of a
Dabo girl, a poster of the Enterprise D, and a poster of the Nebula's, a
hot teen musical group from Risa, were taped on the walls.

	"So," said Nog as he pushed aside some clothing and sat on the edge
of his bed, "You're not pulling my leg about never having heard about
jacking off?"

	"No, honest."

	"Well, for starters then, show me what you meant when you said you
fiddled with your prick."

	"I don't have a stiffie now."

	"Trust me, you soon will," Nog observed with a grin.  "Just show
me."

	Jake hesitated and then figured why the hell not.  Self-consciously
reaching down, he squeezed and released his limp tube through the cloth of
his baggy trousers and underwear several times, and ran his fingers up and
down over the tip.  It felt good even when it was limp.

	"You ever do that without your clothes between your hand and your
prick?"

	"Yeah, sometimes, when I get a stiffie in bed."

	"Let's take down our pants and underwear," Nog said, standing and
unsnapping the snap at the top of his trousers without waiting for an
answer.

	Jake was right about one thing.  This was definitely forbidden.  He
had a feeling there was a good chance it was going to be fun too.  Nog had
pushed his trousers down to his ankles and was standing there in his white
briefs.  They contrasted sharply with his orange skin.  Slipping his
fingers under the elastic band of his briefs, he pushed them down to his
trousers.  Jake had seen his prick plenty of times before, when they went
swimming and when they took a leak together at the school's urinals, but he
had had only the quickest of glimpses.  Now he had an unobstructed view for
as long as he wanted, but Jake was too embarrassed to look directly at him.

	Instead, Jake glanced down as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the
top of his trousers, and pulled down his fly.  He let the baggy trousers
drop and he hesitated for a moment.  He knew Nog didn't have the same
inhibitions as he did and was watching him intently.  Slipping his hands
under the band of his boxers, he pushed them down to his ankles.  He'd done
that thousands of times, but this time it seemed so awkward.  As he
straightened up, he slowly looked up at Nog.  Nog was staring at his
genitals, just as he thought he would be.  From the look on his face, he
seemed impressed.  He should.  Jake was well hung for fourteen.  His black
tube was four inches soft and two fingers thick, and his nuts were the size
of kiwis.

	"Come sit down beside me," Nog offered, swinging his feet up onto
the bed and moving over to the far side.

	Jake joined him.  Even sitting up with his back against the
headboard, his legs almost extended to the foot of the bed.  He was tall
and lanky for a fourteen-year-old, and was almost two feet taller than Nog.

	"Now then, this is what I was thinking when Odo told us to beat
it," Nog continued.

	Jake watched as Nog reached down and began to fiddle with his cock.
Nog's orange-tinted body was completely hairless, even the triangle of his
stomach above his prick.  His prick was only three inches and slender, not
much bigger than a man's thumb.  He did not appear to have any foreskin,
and the knob instead of being hemisphered like a human's, was dome-shaped
and flanged.  Nog shook his limp organ at the base, causing it to wag up
and down.  He tugged on it.  His cock slowly began to swell.

	Jake's also began to grow, and he was not even touching his.  He
reached down now though, and began to fiddle with the growing flesh just as
he sometimes did before falling asleep.  Jake was circumcised so that his
skin easily slid back, revealing his knob.  He rolled it between his thumb
and fingers.  It felt good playing with it, and having Nog watching him
made it even more pleasurable than usual.

	Nog was watching Jake closely.  He had learned about jacking off at
the age of twelve from a Markalian, and over the past three years he had
jacked off plenty of times on his own and with a variety of boys of
different races, but this was the first Human he had ever had the
experience with.  Jake was certainly proof of the rumour that black Humans
had big pricks.  His stiffie was close to five-and-a-half inches long and
if Humans were like Ferengi, he still had several years of growing ahead of
him.  He had a small tangle of coarse hair at the base, though he still had
none on his stomach or chest nor any under his armpits.

	Jake could not help comparing also.  Although Nog was six months
older, his full stiffie was only four inches.  His balls were hairless and
smooth, like two orbs of gold, and they were much bigger, the size of hen's
eggs.  Nog had wrapped his fingers about his golden orange organ and was
slowly working his fist up and down from the base to under the knob.  He
did not continue up over the knob, knowing that to touch the sensitive
glans would only hasten the end, and he did not want this to end too soon.

	Squeezing his now stiff cock with his thumb and first two fingers
just below the knob, Jake slowly drew his fingers down the shaft, drawing
the foreskin down.  He shivered with the burning stimulation along the
ridge of his glans.  He slowly reversed the motion, forcing the skin back
up over the knob and repeating the sensation.  He paused just below his
cockhead and repeated the action.  As he slowly worked his fingers up and
down his stiff organ, he wondered if Nog was feeling the same pleasure as
he was.  He had no way of knowing Nog was wondering the same thing about
him.

	"So, this is beating it," Jake observed.

	"Yeah," replied Nog.  "So what do you think?"

	"Feels great.  I've never done it to myself this long before."

	"Why have you stopped?"

	Jake shrugged.  He did not want to admit he did not know there was
more to it.

	"Well, keep going and you'll be surprised how it's going to feel."

	Jake continued, but personally wondered if Nog really knew what he
was talking about.  It felt not much different than it had a minute ago, or
a minute before that.  Maybe it was different for humans than it was for
Ferengi.  As he continued to work his hand up and down his tingling shaft,
he watched Nog doing the same.  It was exciting and much more fun doing
this with a buddy than by himself, that he had to admit.

	Just as he was about to suggest that he had had enough, a change
came over his penis.  At one moment the knob was tingling and hot, and the
next his entire organ went all numb and felt even more swollen than it had
previously.  Jake immediately stopped what he was doing.

	"What's wrong?" asked Nog.

	"It feels weird, like it's sprained or something."

	"Oh yeah, you're close!  Keep doing it."

	"Close?"

	"Just keep beating, Jake.  Trust me."

	Knowing better than to trust him, Jake glanced down at Nog
uncertainly.  Nog grinned assuredly, his eyes sparkling and his sharp teeth
showing between his parted lips.  He was about to witness Jake's very first
orgasm.  That was going to be almost as good as reaching his own, which at
the moment he was desperately trying to hold back.  This being his first
experience with a Human, combined with the sight of Jake's huge black prick
and his pure innocence, was making this a major turn-on.  And to think that
just four months ago Jake's goodness had been the reason he wanted nothing
to do with him!

	With all the temptations available to Nog what with his uncle owing
the casino and holosuites and with both his father and uncle dealing with
the more unsavoury inhabitants of the universe, Nog had had many
pleasurable experiences in his young life.  He could think of few that were
making him feel as great as he was feeling at the moment!  He strained to
hold himself back as Jake slowly resumed pumping his thumb and two fingers
up and down his numb, blood-engorged organ.

	"Ah!" Jake exclaimed as it hit him a minute later.

	Before he could say anymore, it was happening.  He tried
desperately to stem the flow he felt coursing up his cock but he could no
more stop it than he could stop a geyser from erupting.  He stared in
wide-eyed wonder as his semen blasted out of his burning cock, flying into
the air and landing back on his stomach hot and slimy.  The second blast
landed in his coarse black hairs.  The third splatted on his thigh and
began to ooze down toward the bedcover.  Jake trembled with the violent
explosion and his mind reeled.  His cock burned with a pain and pleasure
never imagined, and his loins were numb and weak.  He gasped and sighed as
his hot, sticky jism oozed out of his black tube and down over his grasping
fingers and onto his tight balls.  It was his first orgasm in his young
life, and his cum was viscous and copious.

	Nog could stand it no more.  He arched his hips and cried out as he
shot his jism high into the air.  Unlike Jake's creamy white load, his had
a mild yellow tint to it.  The dual excitement of jacking off for the first
time with a Human and knowing this was Jake's virgin experience had really
turned Nog on.  It had been some time since he'd ejaculated so violently
and with so much jism.  It landed in large thick gobs on his hairless
stomach and thighs and flowed over his fingers and his balls.

	As Jake watched his pal shooting his load, he knew exactly how he
was feeling, and that knowledge made him feel as if he was part of Nog's
orgasm.  That was a great feeling.

	Finally spent, the two boys lay back on the bed and inhaled deeply.
The scent of fresh semen, Human and Ferengi, filled the room.

	"So," said Nog at last, "what do you think?"

	"Fuck!  It felt like a supernova was exploding between my legs!"

	"It did, and you've got nova all over you," Nog grinned.

	"And now nova ova," Jake said sadly and the two boys giggled
hysterically at the silly rhyme.

	"It might be 'ova', but there'll be plenty more," said Nog.

	"You can take that to the bank," Jake responded.

	Smiles curling their lips, the two boys sat there side by side lost
in thought.  Jake sighed with the feeling of immense relief and
satisfaction from his first ejaculation.  Nog sighed with the warm feeling
of having shared a secret that guys have passed on to each other since the
beginning of time.  Both would agree that Nog's lesson was a hell of a lot
better than Jake's lessons on learning how to read.  It was also going to
be a lot more fun practising!

First of a trilogy of Jake-Nog tales by Aardon Beta


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