Date: Sun, 11 Jul 2010 19:22:58 +0300
From: Cem Yaz?c? <cemshyte@gmail.com>
Subject: Sixteen Emerald Nights-Chapter 2

Act I, Scene II

The Man Who Couldn't

or

The Doctor's First Story

	The next morning, I woke up to the smell of cooking meat. There
were seven naked men gathered around a fire. Feddle, the Farmer, was
rotating skewers on which lumps of meat were impaled. Nearby, there were
crumpled bits of paper which were stained brown with dry blood.

"Is this the wolf meat?" I asked Serjo, who was watching the fire.

"Yes," he said, with a slight pride in his voice. "Yes it is."

	I suddenly felt arms wrapping around my chest. I looked over my
shoulder to see who it was. To my surprise, it was Jering. He looked
beautiful. His face had lost its dissatisfaction and it was replaced by a
sense of harmony and peace, which gave him a new sense of personality,
another facet to his character. I held his hands in front of me.

"Morning, Stat," he said. That was the first time he said my name.

"Morning, Jer," I replied. He didn't protest at me shortening his name. We
smiled at each other. He grinded his pelvis up and down my
crack. Interestingly enough, he wasn't hard, but his hair was enough to
create a tickling sensation down there. Memories of our first meeting and
of last night came flashing. My smile grew wider.

	We sat down in a circle around the fire and we slowly ate. It was
just like chicken, or at least, that's what it tasted like to us hungry
people. When we were finished, we thanked Feddle for the meal. We got
dressed. Meanwhile, Raccoon was looking around the cave. He came back and
said:

"There are four corridors going out of this gallery," he said. "One of them
leads to the entrance. There are eight of us, so I say we pair up and check
them all."

"That's a good idea," said Serjo.

	I poked Jering's arm to tell him to pair with me. He nodded.

	The others paired up as well and we chose the tunnels. Because we
were the youngest, they chose Jering and I to check on the entrance. Serjo
paired up with Raccoon to go to what smelled like the ogre's den. Djanmer
went with Feddle. Potash said he felt a strange tingle about one of the
corridors, so he and Dr. Kolf went to explore there.

	We made our way through nearly complete darkness. Occasionally we
lost our balance and held on to each other for support.

"So, what's it like?" I asked him. "Being a prince, I mean."

"For me, it's not that good."

"Why not?"

"Well, first of all, I am not the Crown Prince, I won't inherit the throne,
my older brother will. He is a total oaf. He is the heir just because he's
older."

"So, what do you do then?"

"I control the Royal Caravans and the Trade Fleet," he answered. "It's
quite lucrative and it's never boring."

"That sounds great," I said.

"I always wished I was the heir, though."

	We fell silent for a couple of minutes.

"My brother is the same," I told him.

"Oh?"

"He's an oaf too. He went to the Academy of Alchemy and he graduated last
year just so that the teachers would get rid of him. I work my ass out to
get good grades."

"I'm sure he works his ass out for mischief," he said. We chuckled. We
walked for an hour or two, holding on to each other and the wall to find
our ways through the blue tinted darkness, until we came to the
entrance. The ice wall was there, same as it had ever been.

"Damn it," I said.

"I guess we're stuck in this cave for a couple more days," he said and he
sat down. "Let's take a break, I'm exhausted."

	I sat next to him and rested my arm on his shoulder.

"Want some apples?" he asked me, and produced two apples. I took one of
them.

	It was probably noon when we had returned. The others were already
there.

"So?" they asked. "Has the ice melted?"

"No," we replied. This was met by a murmur.

"Well, it's alright as long as we have fish," said Djanmer.

	Potash cleared his throat and said:

"Well, actually, I found something in the tunnel," and he showed a golden
oil lamp with dark blue signs inscribed on it. "I am positive that this
lamp contains a Djinn and the seal on it tells us his name. The knowledge
of his name will give us control over him. We can make him take us to the
city."

"What are you waiting for then?" asked Raccoon. "Summon him already!"

"Not so fast, the Djinn will only appear during a full moon."

"But that's six days from now!"

"We can check the entrance every day until then. But on the sixth day, our
salvation is assured."

	We argued for a long time, but in the end, we agreed on summoning
the Djinn on the eighth day of our imprisonment.

	We spent the afternoon in the ponds, horsing around, until we were
exhausted. Our good Doctor got up from the water and cleared his throat for
silence.

"Since Djanmer was so kind to share his story with us, I think I will tell
you a story of my own to keep you –ahem- `entertained' tonight. I will
tell you how I cured Feddle's cousin."

"Wot?" asked Feddle.

	And so, the Doctor told us his story:

	A couple of years ago, before I had enough money to set up an
office in town, I used to travel from village to village to heal people as
much as I could. That's how I gained my good reputation and I became quite
well known and I was sought after. Since I did not choose a specific field,
I became a generalist and I treated anything I could. I charged no money
from the poor, but I did it in secret. This way, I quickly became rich.

	During one of my travels, when I was relaxing in a village tavern,
I heard rumours about the town mayor's son seeking a doctor, but he would
not say anything about his condition. So, I decided to pay him a visit and
ask him about his problem.

	The next day, I went to their household with my uniform and tool
kit. It was simple, yet elegantly decorated with a cute rural theme. I
asked the mayor's wife -that's your mother, Feddle- to see his son. She led
me to a room where the boy was reading a book.

	He was a nice, healthy lad with curly light brown hair and light
bluish green eyes. He had an honest, friendly and naive face. He stood up
when he saw my doctor's uniform.

"May I speak to your son in private, madam?" I asked his mother.

"Why," she said, surprised. "Of course, good doctor!"

	She left the room and closed the door behind her. The boy showed me
an armchair and said:

"Please, sir, make yourself comfortable."

	I sat down and looked out at the beautiful forest view from his
window for a bit. Then I spoke:

"Renal, was it?" I extended my arm.

"Yes, yes," he said and shook my hand.

"I'm Doctor Chengell Kolf. I heard you wanted to see me."

"Yeah," he said and looked away.

"Well, here I am."

"Thank you," he paused. "Aren't you a bit young to be a doctor?"

"If I had one copper coin every time I hear that..."

	We chuckled. I asked him a couple of light questions and when he
was relaxed, I told him:

"Look, there is nothing to be ashamed of. I'm a doctor. I've seen every
sort of thing imaginable: Warts, bad teeth, parasites, rashes, you name
it."

"Okay, doc."

"So, tell me, Renal. What is the problem?"

	He hesitated for a couple of seconds and then looked at me. He
whispered:

"Doctor, I can't get it up."

"Get what up?" I said, then: "Oh! Oh... How old were you again?"

"I'm seventeen," he said, a bit ashamed. He was right to be, impotency was
seen most at old age.

"How long has this been going on?"

"I was never able to..."

"Oh."

	The boy was right to be shy. Poor Renal, he never knew the joys of
his flesh. Well, that was what I was here for.

	After a normal check-up, I decided there was nothing to be seen.

"Do you see dreams of a sexual nature?" I asked him.

"Yes," he said, whispering again.

"Do you notice moisture in that area when you wake up?"

"No," he said. "Should I?"

	Not only had the boy never got an erection, he hadn't ejaculated
either. I felt sorry for him. I scruffed his hair and said:

"Don't worry, I'll help you."

"Thanks, doctor."

"Please, call me Gell."

"Alright, Gell."

	How cute, right?

"I'll need you to take off your clothes."

	He blushed and hesitantly took off his clothes and sat on a wooden
chair.

"Good," I said, acting as if I wasn't attracted. "Now, spread your legs."

	I opened my tool kit and took out my stuff: A bowl, pieces of
cotton, a washcloth, bottles of alcohol and distilled water, a jar of burn
cream and a pair of gloves.

"I'll clean the area first," I explained and I filled the bowl with the
distilled water and dipped the washcloth and I squeezed the water out of it
so it was moist.

	I positioned myself between his legs and looked up at him. He tried
not to look at me.

"Just relax, Renal," I told him. He sighed.

	I slowly lifted his balls, which were smooth and warm and checked
for any abnormalities with my index finger.

"Your sac seems fine," I told him and continued with rubbing them with the
washcloth in a polishing motion.

	Next was his rod. It hung over his balls. I lifted it in my right
hand and cleaned it with my left. It remained soft. This boy had been
blessed and cursed at the same time.

"Does it hurt when you take a piss?"

"No."

	I jerked his dick slowly and asked:

"How do you feel?"

"I don't know."

	I was in stalemate. I didn't know what caused this at
all. Everything seemed normal. I continued jerking with a faster
rhythm. Still, nothing...

"I'm stumped," I admitted.

"What are we going to do?" he asked, looking at me in the eyes.

"Well, there is one more option..." I said.

"What is it?" he asked. "Anything!"

"It's a bit invasive..."

"Tell me, Gell."

"It will just make you nervous," I said. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes!"

	I sighed, tried to make up my mind and then told him:

"Get on the bed."

"Okay." He lied on the bed, naked. His eyes were wide with fear. I washed
my hands with alcohol and rinsed them with distilled water.

"Lift your legs to the air."

	He complied. I went to the end of his bed and I had a clear view of
his hole. I licked my finger and said:

"Relax, Rengal."

"I'm relaxed."

"This will hurt a bit, but trust me."

	He looked at me over his chest.

"What are you going to do? Gell?"

"Close your eyes and relax."

	He laid his head down again. He was breathing rapidly. I rubbed his
legs and soothed him. Then, I put my finger on his hole. He whimpered.

"Sshh," I said. "It's okay."

	I pushed my finger in. His eyes shot open and he gasped. His anal
ring tightened on the tip of my finger.

"Relax... relax."

"Oh my," he groaned.

	I rubbed his chest with my left hand. I pushed my finger deeper
inside his warm and wet hole. He moaned, but it was getting less tight.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he whispered. I jammed my finger all the way in."Aaaah!"

	His chest went up and down and he was squeezing his eyes
shut. Then, I took his dick in my left hand and gave it a jerk.

"How do you feel?" I asked him.

"Intense," he said. "Fucking intense..."

	I was encouraged and I bent my finger upward and rubbed his
prostate. He gasped. I pushed my finger towards it. His eyes shot up and he
lifted his head to see what was going on.

"Gell!" he moaned. "My dick! It's-"

	His words degenerated into a meaningless long vowel. I was feeling
a surge in my left hand. His dick was pulsating. I started to jerk it in a
slow rhythm.

"Gell, you did it!" he said, between moans. "This feels awesome!"

	That was too much for me. I wasn't able to hold it in much
longer. It was too much. The boy writhing and screaming out of pleasure in
my hands was pushing me beyond my limits of tolerance. My pants were
feeling tighter than they ever did.

	Suddenly, I pulled my finger out of his tunnel and took my hand off
of his rod. He looked at me with disillusionment. Within seconds, I took my
uniform off and positioned myself between his warm, long legs.

"Gell?" he said." What are you doing?"

	I lifted his legs and placed them on my shoulders and I pushed the
tip of my own meat on his hole and bucked my hips forward. My rod easily
got in. I lifted his torso and leant forward to kiss him. He didn't resist,
quite the contrary:

"Fuck me," he moaned into my mouth. "Fuck me hard."

	I thrust forward as fast as I could and he let out a sharp
scream. I dropped him on the bed and went in and out of him as fast as I
could.

"Harder, Gell, harder!" he moaned. I took his dick in my hand again and
pumped it to the rhythm of my thrusts.

	It went on for minutes, minutes of animalistic humping. Each pinch
at his nipple made him blush even redder, which contrasted nicely with his
tan skin and light hair. Each thrust elicited a gasp from his mouth and a
stream of precum from his rod and every stream was fed to his eagerly
sucking mouth. Our rhythm got faster and faster and our breathing was more
and more rapid. The heightening sensations were getting too much for me, so
I stopped pausing from time to time. The boy couldn't take it anymore and
he moaned louder and louder and his meat spasmed. And he came. He came
gallons. Jet after jet of his seed landed on his stomach and chest and
drenched the bed sheets. His eyes were filled with tears and he was
screaming and whimpering. It was too much. I groaned and blew my load in
his hole. I humped his wet hole a few more times and took it out.

	I collapsed on the bed space next to him. He lifted himself and
lied on my body. His cum was trapped between our bodies and mine was
leaking out of his hole.

	We dosed off and laid there for an hour. Then, I got up and I woke
him. I told him that I had to leave, but I would be in the village for the
week. I dressed and went out of his room. His mother was in the kitchen. I
told her that his son was going to be fine, but he would have to visit me
every day for a week to get his medication. She thanked me sincerely and
handed me a pouch of fifty pieces of gold.

	The boy visited me every day that week and his mother sent me small
gifts every time.

If she only knew what I was doing to her son!

We all laughed at the end of the Doctor's story. Like yesterday, we pulled
him down amongst us and gave each other as much pleasure as the flesh could
give. We all came, one after the other, our seed, drenching our bodies.

Thus ended our second day.