Other students dribbled in over the next week. Jaden was careful to introduce all of them to Eron, who was honestly delighted to have people around again. Märc in turn kept a careful eye on the former Industrialate indentured, keeping a mental list of all of the students who had made passes at him without him even noticing. At the top of the list was Akeem Nives, a second year from Atua who seemed to have adopted Eron.
It wasn’t until the day before classes were set to start when Akeem decided to take a more direct approach. The two young men were sitting in Akeem’s room playing Kart Smashers on the entertainment screen. They were neck and neck in first and second place, coming up on the final lap, when Akeem reached over with one hand and poked Eron just under the ribs. As Akeem suspected, Eron was quite ticklish and involuntarily jerked away from the prodding finger.
“Hey, no cheating!” Eron managed to get out around his laughter as Akeem poked him again and again.
“I will be victorious!” Akeem cried and on the screen his cart launched a mud ball at Eron’s. In the room, he continued to poke Eron.
Unsurprisingly, Akeem ended up winning the race. “So,” he said, putting his controller down on the coffee table, “What do you want to do now?”
“I’m fine to keep playing, if you promise to keep your hands to yourself.”
“I’m afraid I can’t keep that promise,” Akeem told him.
“Oh?” Eron asked, all innocent earnestness, “Why not?”
“Because I really want to touch you.” All levity had drained from Akeem’s voice.
Eron, who was watching the automatically generated highlight reel of their race, turned to look at Akeem. The look on Akeem’s face startled him. It could have been from one of the porn videos he had been watching whenever he was alone in his room.
“Uh…”
“Are you at all interested? Because I’ve been trying to be subtle for four days and it hasn’t worked.”
“Sorry, I’m… new at this.”
“I know. And it’s no problem. I just figured it was time to take a more direct approach.”
Taking a deep breath, Eron said, “I’ve only even been masturbating for a week.” As soon as the sentence was out of his mouth he turned bright red. He couldn’t believe he’d just come out and said that to Akeem. He had had a few more severely awkward conversations with Märc, but otherwise had not discussed anything sexual with anyone. Why was he being so loose-lipped now?
“Yeah,” Akeem sighed, “I figured. Well nothing wagered, nothing won. We can just play some more if that’s what you want.”
“No!” Akeem looked up from the controller he was reaching for at Eron’s insistent tone. Still bright red, Eron continued, “I, uh, would like to… try it with you. If you’re interested.”
“I’m definitely interested.” He moved closer to Eron. He reached up and cupped Eron’s face with one hand and laid his other hand on Eron’s trim chest. When Eron leaned into his touch, Akeem leaned in and kissed him.
Eron tried to remember what he had seen the people in the videos, but was seriously distracted by Akeem’s lips on his. And when Akeem’s tongue flicked across Eron’s lips and then gently probed into Eron’s mouth, all other thoughts fled from his mind completely.
They kissed passionately for a few minutes. Akeem noted that Eron was definitely new at this, though he didn’t mind. When Akeem finally broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against Eron’s, the boy’s eyes were wide and bright. “How are you doing?” Akeem whispered, “Is this okay?”
“Oh yes!” Eron insisted. Akeem grinned and kissed him quickly on the tip of his nose.
“Can I take your shirt off?”
“Uh, sure?” Eron moved his hands, which had been laying in his lap because he didn’t know what to do with them, to begin unbuttoning his shirt.
“No,” Akeem said, grabbing Eron’s hands, “I want to do it.”
“Okay.” Eron’s hands fell back into his lap. Akeem began unbuttoning Eron’s shirt, taking time to gently kiss each new bit of skin as it was revealed. As he pulled Eron’s shirt back over his shoulders, he bent down and began to suck on Eron’s newly revealed nipple. Eron jerked in surprise and then began to moan.
“You like that?” Akeem asked, Eron’s nipple still gently held between his teeth.
“Oh yeah!”
“Good.” Without stopping his sucking, Akeem began to unbuckle Eron’s belt, and then pop the button on his pants and draw down the zipper. Eron’s throbbing erection pressed against his boxers. “Can I touch you?” Akeem asked, finally sitting back and leaving Eron’s extremely hard nipple throbbing in the suddenly cool air.
“You kind of already are,” Eron pointed out.
“I meant, can I touch your cock? I don’t want to go faster than you’re comfortable with.”
Eron swallowed and said, “Go ahead.” Deftly, Akeem pulled the waistband of Eron’s boxers out, then tucked it under Eron’s scrotum revealing his gorgeous, uncut cock, which he began gently stroking. “The thing about cocks,” he told Eron, “Is they’re like toys when you’re a kid. It’s always more fun to play with someone else’s.”
“Oh… um… GOD!” Eron panted out. “I’ll take your word for it.”
“Or you could find out for yourself,” Akeem said, and gestured down at the bulge of his own erection.
Grinning and suddenly possessed with a courage that he wasn’t entirely sure of where it came from, Eron stood up off the couch and knelt on the floor in from of Akeem. He fumbled at Akeem’s belt, the buckle was a different design than he was used to, but after a moment he figured it out. Still feeling bold, he decided to pull Akeem’s pants and underwear all the way off, leaving him naked from the waist down.
Akeem’s penis was much longer though somewhat thinner than his own, but what really caught his interest was the two round bumps under Akeem’s foreskin. He reached forward and drew Akeem’s foreskin back, revealing a barbell running vertically through the boy’s glans. “Whoa!” Eron whispered in delight, which made Akeem grin.
“I got that done this summer,” Akeem told him. “You’re the first person I’m trying it out with.”
“Didn’t it hurt?” Eron bent a little closer to look at it. He was still holding Akeem’s cock gently between his fingertips.
“Not really. I got it done at a reputable piercing studio and they took good care of me.”
“So, uh, is it alright if I…” The boldness was starting to wane. Taking a deep breath, Eron rushed through the rest, “Suck on it?”
Akeem smiled. “You want to give me a blowjob? Who would say no to that?”
Eron smiled back at him, then shuffled forward on his knees, bent down, and took about a third of Akeem’s pierced length into his mouth. Again Eron tried to remember how they did things in the videos and he began bobbing his head up and down. The round ends of the barbell gently rubbed against his tongue and the roof of his mouth. The taste of Akeem was interesting, gently savory and with a mild, mysterious spiciness. Then it got a bit salty as Akeem began to dribble precum.
Akeem took a deep, shuddering breath and laid his hands on Eron’s head. “You’re definitely eager. Okay, uh relax a bit. That’s right, good. And I know everyone talks about how you’re supposed to keep your teeth from touching anything, but I actually like some *VERY* gentle scraping of teeth on the bottom of my dick. Oh yeah!”
Eron started to really enjoy himself as Akeem’s guidance faded into panting and moaning. Unfortunately his jaw began to cramp and he had to pull off after just a few minutes. Akeem opened bleary eyes and gasped out, “You’re a natural. That’s a positively magic mouth.”
Smiling at the praise, Eron wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
“Okay, my turn!” Akeem stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. Despite the fact that he had literally just had Akeem’s penis in his mouth, Eron was suddenly embarrassed to realize that Akeem was now fully naked while he was still wearing all of his clothes, albeit pulled open. He froze for half a moment, then finished taking his shirt off. He stood to take his pants the rest of the way but Akeem laid his hands on Eron’s waist and said, “No, let me.”
“You like taking guy’s clothes off, don’t you?” Eron asked.
“I love it!” Akeem said brightly. He pulled Eron’s pants and boxers the rest of the way down, trailing kisses across the skin as it was revealed like he had done with Eron’s shirt. He found a particularly satisfying spot on the right side of Eron’s groin, which caused Eron to jerk and then go practically rigid as he panted. After he pulled Eron’s pants off and tossed them onto the armchair, he guided Eron to sit on the couch and then returned to that spot, enjoying the noises Eron made as well as Eron’s throbbing erection laying against his cheek. When Eron was practically insensate with pleasure, Akeem moved a few inches over and took Eron’s cock into his mouth.
“Whoa! WHOA!” Eron cried out and reflexively fisted his hands in Akeem’s curly hair. Grinning around the cock in his mouth, Akeem continued to show off the skills which had made him a legend in the dorms the year before.
In only a few minutes Eron was crying out. “I think I’m going to cum!” Akeem patted Eron’s thigh in acknowledgment but kept up his task. Eron unclenched his hands and began stroking Akeem’s hair instead. Then the orgasm tore through him and Akeem expertly swallowed down each spurt of semen before giving Eron’s cock one last slurp and moving to sit beside him.
“How are you doing?” Akeem asked, putting his arm around Eron’s shoulder and pulling him so Eron was leaning most of his weight on his shoulder. He could feel the sweat on Eron’s skin and grinned to himself as Eron continued to gasp for breath.
“I’m good,” Eron panted out. “Like REALLY good.”
“I’m glad,” Akeem said and kissed him deeply.
After a moment, Eron broke the kiss and pulled away. “But I didn’t make you cum! You’re still… hard.”
Akeem grinned. “Who said we were finished? Besides, you’re still hard, too.” Casually, Akeem moved the hand that wasn’t gently grasping Eron’s upper arm and resumed stroking Eron’s still very hard penis.
Eron looked down in puzzlement. “I thought it was supposed to go down after orgasm.”
“Depends,” Akeem assured him. “And I for one am just as glad it didn’t. There’s still a lot I want to do with you.”
Eron moved his gaze from his own cock to Akeem’s. “Did you want to, uh, fuck me?”
“Eventually,” Akeem said, resuming kissing Eron. “But first I’d like to bottom for you. It’s your first time and, well, this thing’s not great for beginners.” He stroked his own cock three times then returned his attention to Eron’s throbbing rod. They made out for a few more minutes then Akeem broke away. “Let me go get the lube.”
He walked naked and erect over to his bed. Eron twisted to watch him go, in awe of how beautiful Akeem was and that apparently Akeem thought the same of him! Akeem looked back and met his gaze, grinned, then opened the cabinet in the headboard. Eron caught a glimpse of quite a variety of toys, most of which he had no idea what they did, then Akeem reached in and pulled out two bottles. “Warming or cooling?” he asked Eron, showing them to him.
“I don’t know,” Eron admitted.
“Alright well…” Akeem returned to sit beside him, “Let’s just try a bit of each and see which you like better.” He uncapped the first bottle, squeezed a little bit into his hand, then began stroking Eron again. The slick liquid changed the sensation and Eron was just starting to really get into it when suddenly the skin on his cock started tingling and, indeed, felt cool.
“Oh, that’s weird,” Eron said.
“Good weird?” Akeem asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Well,” Akeem said mischievously as he moved to lay face down on the couch with his face in Eron’s lap, “Let’s just get rid of that and try the other one.” He began to industriously lick and suck all of the lube off of Eron’s cock, leaving him once again gasping and sweating. After a moment, he pulled his head back, poured a small measure of the other lube into his palm, then went back to stroking.
“GODS!” Eron burst out, “Oh, that’s good.”
“Warming lube it is, then,” Akeem said, and pushed himself back up. He swung one leg over so he was straddling Eron and began kissing him again. “Here,” he said between kisses and passed the lube to Eron, “Put plenty on yourself, then start to slick me up.”
“I can touch you… there?”
“Honey, you’re about to fuck me there. Just put some on your fingers and smear it around. When I tell you to, you can put two fingers inside me. Then we’ll move on from there.”
Eron put lube on his cock until it ran down into the wisp of pubic hair at the base, then did as Akeem had instructed and began smearing Akeem’s crack with lube. Akeem began nuzzling into Eron’s neck. “Okay,” he told Eron, “Now very slowly, and very gently, push them into… Ah!”
It was Eron’s turn to be satisfied. Akeem began to pant and looking down, Eron saw that Akeem was the hardest that he had been since they started. A drop of precum oozed out of his slit and down onto the bottom ball of his piercing. “You ready?” Eron asked.
“Oh yeah. Okay, you line yourself up and I’m going to lower myself down.” It took a few fumbling tries, but soon the tip of Eron’s penis was poised at Akeem’s entrance. “Alright, now stay still for a second,” Akeem instructed and pushed down against Eron’s cock. After just a moment, it popped through the ring of muscles and Eron was inside Akeem. He was thunderstruck by the new sensations. Akeem kept pushing down until his ass was nestled against Eron’s pelvis.
“Wow… I’m inside you.” Eron whispered.
“Yeah you are! Now let’s start the actual fucking.” Akeem began to raise up and then lower himself back down, slowly at first. Hesitantly, Eron tried to match his movements. They soon found their rhythm and Eron picked up the bottle of lube again.
“Can I stroke you?” he asked Akeem.
“Oh yeah! Go to town.”
Eron squeezed a generous dollop onto Akeem’s pierced wonder, then began using both hands to do everything he could to bring Akeem pleasure. They kissed, and fucked, and stroked for what felt like forever and then Akeem burst all over Eron’s chest. But he didn’t falter in his movements and in just a couple of minutes Eron came inside Akeem.
“Gods,” Akeem said, settling down on Eron’s lap with Eron’s cock finally going soft inside him. “Okay, that was a lot of fun. Are you sure you were a virgin?”
“Pretty sure,” Eron told him, smiling.
“We should probably shower,” Akeem said, looking at his wrist unit, “Supper’s in just a few minutes.”
“Yeah.”
But neither boy moved. They just sat there, covered in cum and with Eron’s cock still up Akeem’s ass. Finally, with a sigh, Akeem reluctantly stood up. “I’ve got some spare towels for this,” he said and returned to the cabinet in the headboard. He tossed a towel to Eron to wipe himself off as he used another to wipe up Eron’s cum which had begun to leak out. “I have robes we can use to go to the bathroom and shower. No sense messing up your clothes for a 90 second walk.”
“Okay…”
“Are you alright?”
“I’m just… If go to the bathroom together just wearing towels, everyone will know what we did!”
“Is that a problem?”
“I guess not… No, it’s not. I guess I’m still adjusting to sex not being a big deal. If we did this back in the dorms in Manav we’d get punitive duties and have our dose of libido blockers raised.”
Akeem opened his closet where the robes were hanging and put one on. “You know they WANT us to have a lot of sex here, right? Didn’t Märc explain? They encourage sexual activity and promiscuity in the Civil Authority to diffuse conflict and encourage connection and communication.” He took out a second robe and walked back over to Eron.
“Yeah, we talked about that.”
“But practice is different than theory.”
“Exactly!”
“Well come on. I think Märc had a betting pool going on when and to whom you’d finally lose your virginity. The sooner we go shower the sooner whoever guessed right gets their money.”
Eron froze putting on the robe. “They were betting on me?!”
“No,” Akeem insisted. “That was just a joke. I’m sorry, it was insensitive.” Eron remained frozen. “Are you alright?” Akeem asked.
“Yeah, I guess. It’s just a lot.”
Akeem leaned in and kissed him, then took his hand. “Come on, let’s go shower. Nothing seems as overwhelming after a shower.” Picking up his toiletry caddy, Akeem lead Eron out of the room, down the hall, and into the bathroom. “Do you like your showers cool, warm, or hot?”
Eron looked at him. “Uh, hot. But why are you asking?”
Grinning, Akeem put his caddy on the shelf in the first open shower then grinned at Eron. “Well, we didn’t get your shampoo or soap anything, so we’re going to have to share mine. And that’s easier if we’re in the same shower.”
Eron blushed furiously.
“You just had your cock up my ass and now you’re embarrassed to shower with me?”
“It’s… a lot,” Eron repeated.
“You are so freaking cute,” Akeem told him, then he kissed Eron on the tip of the nose again and pulled him into the shower. They hung up their robes on the hooks just outside the door, then Akeem turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. “That hot enough?”
Eron tested the water and nodded.
“Good. I’m more of a warm shower guy myself, but I like hot showers occasionally. Can I wash you?”
“As you said, I just fucked you. So I guess you washing me is alright.”
Akeem laughed warmly and squeezed some body wash onto a loofah and began to scrub Eron all over. He took his time and it was as much massage as bathing. Eron started to get hard again, but Akeem just washed his cock and balls and moved on down Eron’s legs. The scrubbing was intimate and enjoyable, but apparently Akeem didn’t want to do anything sexual again just yet.
“Huh,” Eron said, raising one lathered arm to sniff. “That’s where that taste came from”
“Hmm?” Akeem asked as he knelt to wash Eron’s feet.
“When I was sucking you, there was a taste I didn’t recognize. It’s from your body wash.”
“Ah! Yes, this brand isn’t actually sold here so I stock up whenever I’m home. It’s my favorite. Okay, I’m done, you can rinse off.”
Eron stepped back under the stream of hot water. “Can I do you now?”
“Of course!” Eron took hold of the loofah and squeezed out a generous dollop of the body wash. Then he took his time scrubbing every inch of Akeem.
* * * * *
Jaden and Märc were sitting together at a two-top table near the door of the dining hall. “Well look at that,” Jaden said and nodded toward Eron and Akeem as they came in, holding hands.
Märc grinned. “Honestly, I was expecting things to take much longer.”
“Don’t underestimate Eron,” Jaden told him as he forked up a bite of his salad, “The kid will always surprise you.”
