Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2006 00:45:50 -0400
From: carl_mason@comcast.net
Subject: YOUNG JEREMY TAYLOR - 1

xYOUNG JEREMY TAYLOR - 1


Copyright 2006 by Carl Mason

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the written permission of the author.  However based on real events and
places, "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 1

(Precopius: The Academy - AD 2455)

The young schoolboy listened intently to the almost hypnotic string of
commands issuing from the loudspeakers on the parade ground.  For a moment
they even took his attention away from the fact that he was dead tired and
the sweat was running down his naked body in great streams!
"Right-hold-flex-step, Left-hold-flex-step, Right-hold-flex- step!"  How
could his 16 year-old Precopian classmates keep this up for two and three
hours - and at increasingly fast speeds?  Damn!  If he kept his knee stiff
as he lifted each leg and flexed a thigh once more before stepping, his
quads would peal off his leg and lie quivering on the concrete!
Thankfully, the chime sounded after only another 40 minutes of this
torture, and the formation immediately broke up into small groups of three
and four teens headed for the dormitories and showers.  As he departed the
parade ground, Sergeant Czenus nodded positively at him and received
Jeremy's salute (a fist flung horizontally across his thick chest) with a
satisfied look.

Holding his face up towards the shower stream, the bronzed, blond-haired
youth simply stood still as the water jet swirled some of the pain out of
his muscled body.  Standing next to him, his buddy, Kazan - also a Second
Classman - snickered in some amusement.  "If I hadn't heard you say how
sharp you think our Rangers look when marching, I might have more sympathy
for you," he laughed.  "Not funny, you Precopian blockhead!" the blond
snarled.  "An Earthman's muscles just don't stretch the way yours do!"
"Oh, I don't know," Forinth, a second Precopian buddy, snickered; "I have
six years of marching drills and competitions behind me and no sergeant has
ever signaled that he was even a little satisfied!"  Shaking the water from
his hair in every direction, Jeremy just growled in exasperation, threw his
arms over his buddies' shoulders, and steered the three of them towards the
pile of towels.

Back in their room, they found that Pegosi, the fourth occupant, had still
not returned from a meeting of the Class officers.  While Kazan and Forinth
stretched out on Kazan's lower bunk, Jeremy, still naked like the others,
sprawled on Pegosi's.  For a 16 year- old - and an Earthman at that - he
presented quite a picture.  In the eight months since he had arrived on
Precopius to attend the Academy - an honor that hadn't been extended to an
Earthman for the previous two centuries - he had grown nearly two inches in
height and had put on a good twenty pounds, all of it muscle!  Eyes were
always drawn to the shaggy golden locks that immediately set him apart from
the dark- haired Precopians and those peoples descended from them.  The
rare color was emphasized by brilliant blue eyes, a handsome visage, and
the neck of an athlete; his chest and arms were muscular; his torso
narrowed dramatically as it approached the belt of cartilage that separated
it from thighs and calves perfected in daily sport and marching drills; his
muscular buttocks were beautifully rounded and carried high.  In repose,
his heavy cock and egg-sized balls in their long, soft sack lay draped over
his thigh.  Traces of golden hair were seen in his pits, above his imposing
genitals, and on his calves, but, as yet, the smooth, lustrous skin of the
youngster generally lay open to the admiring gaze of his fellows.

Scratching lazily, Kazan rearranged his equipment and shifted his position
on the relatively narrow bunk.  (Although there are some minor DNA
differences, the Precopians look about the same as we do...on the outside -
other than the fact that they are uniformly well-built and quite handsome.
Many 110 year-olds, however, are quite active.)  "Was Lieutenant Arius
correct in 'Interplanetary Sociology', Jer?  Do you Earthlings actually
live with homosexuals?  That's pretty disgusting, isn't it?"

"He was basically right, bud," Jeremy, answered, "although there aren't too
many of them.  Besides, they know to stay out of our way and leave us
alone."  "Oh, come on, Jer," Forinth exploded, "You go to school with them,
don't you?  How can you stand their eyes sliming you as you shower after
sports?"  "Well, I guess we've gotten used to it," Jeremy responded,
"although I must admit that it's given us a pretty bad name in most parts
of the Galaxy."  "Damned right!" Forinth snapped.  "Better here where we
euthanize the vermin as soon as they are identified.  Shit, man, if your
dad weren't General Hasdrick Taylor, a man who won more medals than Emperor
Isandrious IX, died for the Federation in the great Battle of Zirka, and
was the only Earthman ever to beat one of "the People" in a major sporting
event, I doubt that you'd be here!"

"Maybe you're right, Pigsnout," the young Earthling snorted. With those
words, he grabbed a protruding foot and pulled his buddy down onto the
floor where they rolled over and over between the bunks in mock combat.
Only when they heard a chime did they stop, return to the shower for a
quick rinse and, together with Kazan and Pegosi, don their Academy shorts
and T-shirts prior to marching to supper.  Jeremy had pretty well gotten
used to Precopian food and drink, though there were moments when he would
have sold his soul for a burger and a shake!  Based on Di-u- copian
principles, the food served at their table was tailored directly to the
physical and mental needs of middle adolescents.  Sitting at attention,
Jeremy forked bits of the gamey dark red meat into his mouth, played with
the teal-colored vegetable (but eventually managed to get it down), sipped
the hot Xenabark (vaguely reminiscent of our eucalyptus) tea, and
enthusiastically consumed the warm steamed pudding.  When he was through,
he obediently swallowed the large pill that had been placed in a paper cup
beside his plate.  In accord with general orders, not a speck of food
remained on his plate as the cadet-in-charge, a First Classman, bade them
rise.

The golden-haired one had only completed one game of "Cassadian Swamp
Monster" in the Rec Room when a Fourth Class messenger appeared and
informed him that Sergeant Czenus would like to see him...now.  Going up
one floor and thence to the end of the corridor, Jeremy reached the
apartment of the sergeant, a famous "Hero of the People," and knocked
respectfully.  On hearing a small chime, he opened the door, entered,
closed the portal, and came smartly to attention.  "Cadet Jeremy Taylor,"
he barked, whipping the saluting fist across his chest with, perhaps, just
a little extra vigor.

(Sergeant Czenus)

"At ease, Cadet," the still powerful warrior and highly respected
instructor murmured from his chair.  "You marched much better in today's
drill.  Your thighs did not give you excessive pain?"  "Nothing that I
couldn't handle, Sergeant, at least with the help of the pills you've given
me."  "Good..." the scarred figure hissed.  "You must have a fair chance to
meet our highest physical standards, at least with extreme effort on your
part."  "Yes, Sergeant.  Thank you, Sergeant!" barked the golden-haired
boy.  "Very well," the NCO continued. "Off with your clothes and let's take
a look."  Smartly removing his shorts and T-shirt, the teen hurried to the
side of the man who would have probably been in a wheelchair or in a
nursing home on Planet Earth.  "Here, boy, lift your knee up on the arm of
this chair," he commanded.  As Jeremy placed his knee on the upholstered
arm, he gasped as his heavy quads naturally flexed.  "Pain?" the sergeant
murmured.  "Not too bad," the boy breathed unevenly.  "Just a little stiff
from this afternoon."  Jeremy grimaced and emitted a sharp cry as powerful
fingers dug into his thigh muscles.  "Show no pain...ever, Cadet!" the
sergeant said in a conversational tone of voice.  "Send your mind to Sadir
instead.  Now put your foot on the carpet and turn around."  Admiring the
sculpted buttocks of the young man who stood slightly bent over at his
side, the Precopian pressed one hand firmly against his flat, lower stomach
and slowly manipulated his lower spine with the other.  Suddenly, Jeremy
sighed and stood upright.  "Better, yes?" his sergeant inquired.  "Yes,
Sergeant.  Thank you, Sergeant!" the cadet snapped.  "Do you follow orders,
Cadet?"  "Yes, Sergeant!"  "Are you brave, Cadet?"  Yes, Sergeant!"  Very
well, turn around and face me," Czenus ordered.

His face crimson with embarrassment, unable to conceal his reddened 8-inch
cock that was now hard erect and pulsing, Jeremy reluctantly turned back
towards the chair.  "Sorry, Sergeant," he whispered, wishing that a hole
would appear in the carpet and allow him to jump in.  "You Earthmen,"
Sergeant Czenus snickered, "I have never been able to figure out when you
will be embarrassed and when you won't.  Come closer."  As Jeremy
approached the chair, Czenus reached out and took the cadet's cock firmly
in hand.  Using a bit of the precum flowing from his urethra, he gently
caressed the massive instrument, fondly looking at the boy.  In a matter of
seconds, Jeremy rose on his tiptoes, every muscle in his body tautly
defined, his head thrown back, a cry fighting to escape his clenched teeth.
Leaning well forward, the sergeant took the lad's cock into his mouth and
fondled his heavy balls with his free hand.  Like gas escaping from a burst
balloon, the cry exploded from the boy's mouth.  "YES, SERGEANT!  OH, YES!
OH, PLEASE DON'T STOP!"  Laughing to himself, the warrior kneaded the
youth's proud buttocks with both hands while his mouth kept sucking and
tonguing vigorously.  Only moments later, the cadet screamed, "Oh, Y-E-S!"
and began pumping into the soldier's mouth until he yelled in exultation
and exploded.

As Jeremy regained his wits, he realized that he was on his knees between
the sergeant's legs, his torso slumped forward against the soldier's.
Murmuring softly, the soldier was gently stroking his hair and occasionally
pressing the boy's wet cheek against his.  "Will my mother learn how I
disgraced myself before being put to death - or simply that I died here on
Precopius?" the youngster whispered.  "Ssh-h-h, be still," Czenus muttered
gently as he turned his head and kissed the side of the youth's forehead.
Realizing that neither of them was satisfied, his hand began at the back of
Jeremy's neck and worked its way down his broad back.  Slowly, he helped
the husky youth to climb into his lap where he lay, confused and
half-aroused, looking up at his sergeant.  "I need you as much as you
needed me this night, young soldier," the sergeant said softly.  "Will you
help me as I helped you?"  His eyes wide with lust - and something more -
the lad simply nodded.

Removing his trousers and heavily lubricating his cock and the boy's anus,
he then told Jeremy slowly to back up between his widespread legs and begin
to sit down on his lap.  Placing his hands on the sides of the lad's hips,
he guided Jeremy down and to the very tip of his erect cock.  As the
youngster's anus contacted his rock-hard, dripping sword, the blond gasped
and positioned his hands on the heavy arms of the chair.  Allowing Czenus's
hands to guide him, he slowly, athletically lowered himself until he felt
the Sergeant's pubes beneath him.  Leaning slightly forward, Czenus ran his
tongue over as much of the boy's spine as he could reach.  Simultaneously,
he repeatedly raked his fingernails over the muscles of the lad's powerful
thighs that were expanding and contracting as he rode his cock.  Sensually,
he raked them across the boy's tight stomach before forcefully twisting his
nipples.  Harder and harder, faster and faster, the youth rode the
Sergeant's sword that was matching him thrust for thrust.  As Czenus began
literally slamming the lad's hunky body down on his cock, Jeremy's face and
the swelling cords in his neck gradually tightened and turned a bright red.
Finally, able to stand no more, his mouth open and gasping for air, he
threw his thick neck backwards and screamed, AH-H-H-H-H-H!  YES!  YES!  OH,
Y-E-S!  Both men held on for dear life as their bodies spasmed repeatedly.

When their pounding hearts no longer promised to tear their chests apart,
Czenus helped the boy to rise and stand immediately before him.  Steadying
a still very shaky young man, his hands tightly grasping the boy's
beautiful cheeks, he lovingly licked the remnants of a massive orgasm from
a cock that was still as hard as steel.

The trembling sixteen year-old raised his tear-filled eyes to the
sergeant's face.  "I'd like to say that you seduced me into doing that," he
said, his voice clear if shaky.  "The truth is that I wanted it...every bit
of it...every minute of it.  I'm proud that it happened with a man as great
as you, a man who fought beside my dad.  (Pause.)  Am I under arrest,
Sergeant?"

"All I can say, Cadet Taylor, is that you are going to be a man whose deeds
will outshine his father's.  He would be exceedingly proud of his son this
day - as I am.  You are not alone on Precopius, young Jeremy.  Believe that
the day will come when we can be ourselves wherever we find ourselves in
the Galaxy.  Until then, we shall cope...and we shall do our duty.  Use my
bathroom now and get yourself together.  It is time for you to return to
your dormitory room before you are missed."  The youngster wiped his face,
grinned wearily - but gamely, and headed for the bathroom.

(An Invitation)

No sooner had the somewhat distracted youngster entered his dorm room than
Kazan nearly draped himself around his shoulders and yelled, "We're invited
to dine with the family on Friday night!  You have an experience ahead of
you, Earthman!"


To Be Continued