Date: Thu, 7 Sep 2006 00:50:25 -0400
From: carl_mason@comcast.net
Subject: YOUNG JEREMY TAYLOR - 4

Copyright 2006 by Carl Mason

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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 4

(Revisiting Chapter 3)

They sat talking for a while on the edge of the big fountain in Academy
Square.  Jeremy realized that the kid was lonely, but he was pretty sure
that he wouldn't stick to him like a leech.  Instinct told him that wasn't
his problem.  Maybe, he could help.  Eventually, he had to say that it was
probably time for him to get back to his dorm.  After they had exchanged
phone, room/dorm, and e-mail data, the kid was all smiles.  As he got up
from the fountain wall, he grabbed the back of Forenshii's neck with his
big hand and affectionately squeezed.  The boy giggled and pounded him on
the shoulder.  When Jeremy waved as he walked away, he called out, "Later,
friend."

(Continuing Our Story - The Lion of Zirka)

Immediately on finishing breakfast and checking his uniform (for, perhaps,
the eighth time), Jeremy headed for the Superintendent's office in the
Administration Building.  A pleasant older secretary told him to have a
seat.  The General would be with him shortly.  Some minutes later, she
looked up in answer to a faint chime, told him that he might enter, and
smiled as she pointed to the correct door.

After knocking lightly, Jeremy entered the office, silently closed the
door, and snapped to rigid attention as he saluted vigorously.  "Cadet
Taylor reporting as ordered...SIR!" he barked.  General Kylan Nozolius,
Superintendent and the "Lion of Zirka," smiled warmly, motioned towards a
comfortable chair and, in a light tone of voice, said, "Good morning, Cadet
Taylor.  I am happy finally to meet you in person.  As you know, I served
with your father on the Command ship at Zirka.  He was a brave man - and a
very wise one.  I mourn his warrior's death personally."  Smiling, he
added, "I trust that his son is cut from the same cloth."  With that, he
put the handful of papers he had evidently been reading down on his desk,
removed his glasses, cleaned them and, once replaced, looked back up at the
blond-haired Earthman.  I must tell you that your bearing at yesterday's
game reflected great credit not only on you, but also on the entire school.
In this instance, however, the Academy Board has met to consider Lieutenant
Arius's complaint and recommendations.  You are here to receive formal
notice of its findings.

The Board is satisfied that you intended no insult nor did you question the
authority of the instructor.  I might add that the Lieutenant was the first
to suggest this view.  We did find, however, that the Academy's efforts to
encourage purity of both body and spirit have grown lax in recent years and
that it is time to reenergize those efforts.  Even as we speak, notice of
specific steps we would take is being distributed throughout the campus.  I
am very happy, young man, that this decision means you are free to leave
this office without dishonor.  When you next have contact with your lovely
mother, by the way, kindly convey my greetings and best wishes.  As the
General rose from his chair, Jeremy snapped to attention and saluted.
Thanking the General formally, he turned on his heel and departed
immediately.

Hurrying down the steps of the Administration Building, the young Earthling
had everything he could do to avoid running.  His first class, Celestial
Navigation, was in Heroes Hall, halfway across campus.  The fact that many
cadets were already reading notices posted on bulletin boards scarcely
registered.  Just making the class before the chime, he sank into his chair
with obvious relief.

When a reasonably interesting class had been dismissed, Jeremy stopped by
his dorm.  Idly, he picked up a memorandum that had been placed on each
Cadet desk.  It read simply:

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BY ORDER OF THE SUPERINTENDENT

Inasmuch as the Academy's efforts to encourage purity of both body and
spirit have grown lax in recent years, the following orders are posted for
immediate implementation:

Other than in sport and at marching drills, Cadets will take care not to
appear in the nude anywhere on campus when in the presence of others.

Athletes and Cadets at drill will behave modestly and not call attention to
their lack of dress.

Stalls are being constructed in every shower facility, the curtains of
which must be drawn during showers.  Cadets are also expected to wear
underwear or swimming shorts when showering and to behave modestly when
drying their bodies.  Robes will be worn in the dormitory hallways when one
is going to, and coming from hygienic facilities.

Language that has a sexual referent is strictly forbidden and will be dealt
with severely.  Even sexual innuendos are beneath the dignity of a true
Precopian.

Attention must be paid to the modesty of informal dress both on campus and
when going into town or on liberty.

Cadets will realize that homosexuality is utterly inconsistent with the
deepest values of our culture.  Violators will be expelled in disgrace.
Instructors must treat this subject with the greatest possible delicacy,
seeking the prior advice of the Vice Superintendent for Academics whenever
possible.

Self-abuse represents continuing immaturity.  Chaplains are available to
counsel students caught in its snares.

Cadets coming in contact with the opposite sex will practice self-control
and present themselves modestly.

A new one-credit course on "Manliness" will be offered to entering Fourth
Classmen, beginning in the fall.  Transfer students and current students
will be familiarized with this content during Class meetings.
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"Dear God in heaven," Jeremy moaned.  "Am I the cause of all this?"

Jeremy sat in the courtyard of the Student Affairs Building in shock for
over an hour and a half.  Finally, spotting Forenshii across the courtyard,
he waved, walked over, and suggested lunch in the outdoor cafe.

(When in Doubt, Work It Out!)

Facing a couple of promising sandwiches, something that looked like an
apple, and a cold health drink, Forenshii shook his head and jokingly
asked, "What are the dark skulls going to say when they see a redhead and a
blond at the same table?"  "Don't know," responded a somewhat harried
Jeremy, "and to tell the truth, I'm not sure that I care all that much.
Sometimes, these people are too much for me!"  "Know what you mean,"
Forenshii retorted, looking hungrily at the first half of a maetterweiss
sandwich.  Taking an enormous bite, he munched and choked out, "What do you
think of the new regulations?"  "Holy shit!" the Earthboy exploded.  "Easy,
man," counseled the redhead.  Neither the word 'holy' nor the word 'shit'
is forbidden this week, but just wait until next week!"  Despite his high
disgust, Jeremy had to giggle.  "Tell you what, redhead.  My rule is the
same as the old Harvard University band on the Planet Earth.  'Ignorantiam
non carborundum!'  'Don't let the bastards wear you down '," he translated
loosely and giggled again.  "I've got another motto, Forenshii.  When
things get rough and you're deep in doubt, get over to the gym and work it
out!"  "I like that one just as well," mumbled the redhead as he crammed
the last piece of sandwich into his mouth.  "Let's get over there and pump
a little iron!"

Meeting at the gym some 20 minutes later, the boys stripped and Jeremy
donned his jock while Forenshii did something with a cord.  Hitting the
workout room, Forenshii worked with some free weights in front of a large
mirror, Jeremy took his first serious look at the boy's build.  Like many
15 year-olds, he was a bit lanky, but his body held promise.  He might have
gotten his red hair from his mother, but he had to have gotten his creamy
skin from his Precopian father!  Moving on to various machines, Forenshii
more than held his own though, admittedly, some of it had to be hero
worship!  Inasmuch as the "privacy stalls" were not yet installed, the boys
received permission to shower as they had previously.  In the shower,
Jeremy was highly complimentary and suggested that were the young redhead
interested, he would gladly work with him on strengthening and molding his
body.  The boy, seemingly overcome, hung his head and almost broke down.

Seeking to prevent an even more embarrassing moment, the golden-haired one
suggested that they check out a couple of the bikes maintained by the
Fitness Center and ride over into the Park area.  Noticing that Forenshii
seemed to be tiring, Jeremy pulled up and suggested that they take a short
break in a glade that he knew beyond the bridge.  Walking their bikes, the
boys suddenly entered a small meadow, a clearing surrounded by trees and
bushes that was entirely private.  Lying down on the soft grass, the red
head rested his fiery locks on his hero, prompting Jeremy to put his arm
over the youngster's naked chest.  "This doesn't bother you, does it?" he
asked.  When Forenshii only dug his head in a little deeper into his chest,
the bigger teen softly stroked his bicep and touched a fingertip to a
nipple.  "And this, Red?  Does it bother you?"  The redheaded one slowly
reached up, took Jeremy's finger, brought it to his mouth, and sucked on it
lightly.  "It doesn't bother me, Jeremy.  Nothing you do will bother me.  I
love you, and I'm so glad that we are alike in one more way."

"Gotta go.  Wish I didn't.  Let's hit the road," the blond teen exclaimed
in a half-joking singsong chant.  Back at the Center in short order, the
boys said how glad they were that they had run into each other and how much
they looked forward to the next time.  As Jeremy trotted away, waving as
before, Forenshii looked after him sadly and softly called out, "Later,
friend."

Arriving back at the dorm before the others, the young Earthman was
exhausted, hot, sexually aroused and, perhaps, more disturbed than he had
ever been in life.  The Muhrtog loss (especially the way in which he had
been run over for the winning goal), the confused feelings about Sejennah
(indeed, his whole sexuality), the incident with Lieutenant Arius (that had
involved the Superintendent and his mother and brought repressive
regulations down upon the entire student body), Forenshii's easy assumption
that he was gay...  Dear God...  What a miserable week!  What an impossible
week!

(The 48-Hour Liberty)

He couldn't stay on campus; he couldn't even stay still.  He just couldn't.
As a Second Classman, he was allowed one 48-hour liberty per term on his
simple Word that it was "necessary".  (Naturally, if he was found to have
violated his Word, he was no longer a Cadet.  It was that simple.)  After
keying in his information and taking the permission form that the printer
returned, he threw on a nice set of civies and left the Academy grounds as
fast as he could.  Given the fact that the subway entrance was right across
the street from the Academy gate and the airbus stop was two blocks away,
he took the slightly slower subway right into the city center.  As he came
above ground for the first time in twenty minutes, he found that he had
picked an extremely hot and humid night for his "retreat."  Most of the
people on the street in the early evening were Precopians and, thus, didn't
look all that different from him.  There were others, however, who
obviously came from planets that lay in every direction.  Shades of the
galactic travel stories he had read as a child!  Given his dreams, it
seemed like a good place to spend his seventeenth birthday.

Tiring, he stopped by a bar and had no trouble ordering a beer.  As he
caught his breath and cooled down a bit, he realized that most of the
patrons were staring at him - and in a decidedly unfriendly fashion.  Well,
everyone knew that Precopians were highly xenophobic.  After quickly
swallowing a second beer that he found to be considerably stronger than the
Earth variety, he got up and wandered back onto the street.  Given the
orange sunlight that was fast fading, he must have simply walked around for
an hour or two.  Finding himself in a decidedly sleazy part of the city, he
was suddenly stopped by a Civil Patrol [police] robot.  Placing his
permission form on the robot's scanner at its request, he listened to the
clicking sounds and the indication that the robot had phoned a central
dispatch center.  Finally, a mechanical voice spoke: "Young man, you are a
valued ally and are most welcome on Precopius.  This part of the city,
however, is not one that we can recommend to you.  Please return to the
central area.  If you can not walk, we will summon transportation."  "No,
that's ok...sir," a somewhat shaken Earthling replied.  I can make it.
Thank you."  "Good night, sir," the CP robot responded.  "Please take your
ID and a map from my scanner and enjoy your evening."

By the time that he returned to the city hub, it was not only getting late,
but had begun to rain lightly.  The simple sport shirt that Jeremy had put
on at the dorm gave him no protection.  (In truth, it was probably best
that the air remained hot and sticky.)  After having a third beer - that
gave him quite a buzz - he took out his small pouch of Precopian coins.
Removing one for the barkeep, he suddenly realized that he had tucked
several phone numbers into the sack, including Sejennah's.  Did he dare?

Tired, confused, a bit high, and utterly frustrated, he heard Sejennah pick
up her private phone.  (The small viewing screen was broken on the
Citiphone that he was using.)  To his surprise, she was delighted that he
was calling.  He was only able to tell her that he was on a 48-hour pass
and was downtown before she coyly asked if he were ready for her to take
some more pictures.  In his confusion, he later remembered that he had
mumbled something, whereupon she had arranged to pick him up at an airbus
station only two blocks from where he was standing.

"Jer, you're an absolute mess," she had laughed when he shook some of the
water off and struggled into her car.  "Reach into the back seat.  There's
a shawl that you can wrap around you.  "Oh, Sejennah, I'm so very grateful
for your help."  "No problem, handsome," she laughed.  "That's what friends
are for.  A friend of mine at the university has a small apartment here in
town.  She said that we could use it if that's ok with you."  "Yes, ok, and
thanks.  I'm pretty well out of it.  You don't know how grateful I am,
beautiful lady," the blond responded.

Sopping wet and feeling increasingly ill, Jeremy staggered up four flights
of stairs and followed Sejennah into the apartment.  His chest heaving, he
immediately slumped down onto one of the old wooden chairs in the living
room.  "Jeremy," she said with authority in her voice.  "I think I've seen
all of you that there is to see, so let's not go 'round the bush on that
score.  Get everything off while I find you a warm blanket.  Now!"
Clearly, most of the fight had left her young Earthman.  When she returned,
he had stripped everything off other than his jock.  "I said 'everything',"
she snapped.  Without protest, he pushed the jock down over his muscular
thighs and gratefully accepted her wrapping the blanket around him.  "Now
come with me to the bed in the next room and lie down," she ordered,
guiding him by a thick arm.  "I'll go into the kitchen and fix you
something hot to drink," she continued.  When she returned, however, her
guest was fast asleep.  After phoning two of her closest friends, she lay
down beside him.

When Jeremy woke up a few hours later, his head pounding and his mouth
tasting like the inside of a cesspool, he actually felt considerably worse
than when he had left the afternoon before.  Sejennah sat on the edge of
the bed and asked how she could help.  Struggling to rise, close to being
delirious, the young athlete moaned that he had to get back to the Academy.
His protectress put a hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him back
down.  "Do you really want to return to school and let them see you in this
shape?" she asked bluntly.  When the boy admitted that he didn't, she asked
him if he would let her help.  At the end of his physical and psychological
resources, he whispered that he would.

Ten minutes later she returned from the bathroom.  "Come with me," she
directed, "We're going to get you into the tub."  With her help, he managed
to get into the large tub, not even complaining that the water was so hot
that it had steam rising from it.  Slowly, she washed him, realizing how
much she desired to feel his smooth skin and muscles beneath her hands.
Reddened by the heat, he finally left the tub only to feel his swollen
genitals and his aching body gently dried.  Sitting the weakened hunk on
the commode, she concocted a mixture of painkillers and a sleep aid, led
him back to the bed, lightly massaged his proud body, and spread the
blanket over him.  Within minutes, he was dead to the world.  Several times
during the morning and the early afternoon, she removed the blanket and
gently wiped the sweat from his skin.  Once, in response to a massive
erection, she held his balls and stroked his thick cock until his semen
flowed over her hand.  She wanted him so very badly - and, yet, she knew it
was not to be.  In the late afternoon, he finally awakened and struggled to
sit upright in bed.  Sejennah grinned at him from the doorway.  "I'm afraid
you've had a touch of what we call 'rock fever'," she said.  "It's not life
threatening, but it does knock you out.  A friend of mine who is a medical
student said that our systems are close enough simply to let you sleep it
off, as we do.  Frankly, nothing else helps much.  As soon as you get a
little food in you, you are going to feel better fast!  (Moments later, a
tray on his knees, he munched away.  He didn't dare ask about several
things that he was putting into his mouth, but they didn't taste too bad -
and he WAS feeling better.)

In the early evening, wrapped in his blanket, he wandered back into the
living room and asked if there was anything else to eat.  "I was just about
to call you," Sejennah laughed.  As he ate, Jeremy reached out his hand and
laid it on top of his young friend's.  I'm grateful," he murmured.  "Is
there something I can do to say 'thank you', even if I can't repay you or
even give you everything you want?"  Smiling thoughtfully, she said that it
was not at all necessary, for they were friends.  "If you MUST do me a
favor," she added, "I'd love to take some more pictures...without the
damned telephoto lens.  And, if you are feeling supremely generous, I have
a special friend who would dearly love to join me.  You need not fear her.
There is no personal connection; she's from a distant planet."  "Anything,
beautiful lady.  I'm yours, body and soul, until I have to return to the
Academy."

In the midmorning sun, three figures moved out onto the large, completely
private, outdoor balcony that opened off the top floor apartment's living
room: the fascinating light blue creature who had to be less than 3.5 feet
tall, Sejennah, and a spectacularly built young, blond-haired athlete.  He
posed tirelessly - solo and with them.  When Sejennah threw off her
clothing, he whirled her around the room and posed with her for countless
other sensual shots taken by the creature.  She no longer posed any
physical questions for him - or he for her - but that was ok.  They were
friends.  Strangely enough, however, when he lifted the small creature and
held "it" against his chest, he felt a strong response.  Further, when he
allowed it to curl around his lower body, he experienced both a powerful
erection and, following the sensation of being "explored" anally, the
wildest of orgasms.  Sejennah was amused.  It seems that on the creature's
planet, every form of life is both male and female.  With higher life
forms, its gender manifestation depends on personal desire and the
situation.


To Be Continued