Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2011 18:38:26 -0400
From: rocket pocket <rocketpocket78@gmail.com>
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.