≈ Ch. 5: MORAL QUALMS ≈
~ Confession ~
Jason was walking back from Deimos’ bedroom to the Pales’ quarters. Time had flown at lightning speed, while staying with Deimos, and Jason didn’t realize how late it was. Eclipse was deserted at that late hour. The memory of Deimos ‘helping’ him living his first, scaring and shattering orgasm was vividly etched in his mind, and it warmed and chilled his heart in equal parts. He wasn’t entirely sure he hadn’t done anything wrong, letting Deimos masturbate him, or sucking Deimos and drinking his manly seed.
He had doubts, but not regrets.
While walking through the long underground corridors of Eclipse, Jason absentmindedly glanced at the paintings hanging from the walls at regular intervals and at the intersections. He knew those paintings since he was a child, and never paid them much attention: after all they were anything but interesting, as they were simple rectangular black slates of something with little white decorations in the middle; all the paintings looked alike, the same black slate, the same white small decorations.
He was actually surprised at the obvious lack of imagination on Boba-Maiii’ end, for the way he decorated Eclipse with many identical paintings, when he first created the underground base, at the beginning of time…
Glancing at one of those paintings, his mind registered something that made him stop and look better. He looked with great attention at the white decoration in the middle of the black slate and recognized them as symbols, like the ones he saw in the Tomes.
At a second, more accurate inspection, he realized that they were the very same symbols carved at the bottom of each Altar.
Jason was puzzled, and almost without thinking he uttered a tentative: “Laudon…?”
The black slate instantly filled with a swirling mess of red lines that seemed to glow of their own inner light. Red light. Boba-Maiii was still angry!
Jason immediately bent a knee and lowered his head almost to the floor, in sign of deep respect: “O almighty Boba-Maiii, forgive me, I didn’t want to annoy you with anything. I have nothing to ask you, forgive me for disturbing your peace…!”
The red swirl disappeared, replaced by the usual black slate, with the white symbols in the middle. Jason took a deep breath and felt guilty: of course Boba-Maiii was furious, after what he did with Deimos, making him waste his seed, and doing the same himself! How could Boba-Maiii accept, or even understand, a sexual contact between two men?
Jason stood up, ashamed and full of doubts, and headed to the Antechamber, hoping to find Archon, the Guardian. He felt his stomach growl, but going to the dining hall to get something to eat would’ve been useless, given that Boba-Maiii was angry and he would’ve never provided him with any food…
He almost ran to the Antechamber and cautiously peeked inside. Archon was there, austere as usual, trying to decode an obscure Tome. When he saw Jason, he stood up with a hint of a smile: “Come on in, Jason! Why are you standing in the doorway, at this late hour?”
Jason stepped in looking at the Guardian with wide eyes, as he was wearing something similar to his usual ankle-length tunic, but this one was definitely tighter on his hips and had a wide cut in the middle, leaving his midriff in plain sight. And his abs, despite his sixty-two years of age, were as ripped as Deimos’.
“You… uhm… You’re in great physical shape…” – Jason cautiously commented, and Archon shot him an embarrassed grin: “Sorry for my utterly inappropriate attire. I was convinced that everyone was in bed, and this hour of the night. Since Boba-Maiii got angry, the temperature in Eclipse got much higher, and it’s quickly becoming hot as hell. I preferred to wear something cooler than my usual tunic.”
“I’m not complaining, Archon, I’m actually in awe of your incredible physique: I couldn’t guess you were hiding… that under your tunic.”
Archon chuckled, amused by the praise, but then shot an inquisitive glance at Jason: “Say… Do you have something to tell me?”
Jason walked closer to Archon and stood in front of him, bowing his head: “I have something to confess, Guardian. I… wasted my seed.”
Archon was not overly impressed by the revelation, as if he’d taken for granted that a virile young man as Jason couldn’t bear the sexual abstinence indefinitely. He shot a comforting smile and asked: “Did you masturbate?”
“Oh, no, Guardian! I could never!” – Jason exclaimed, and Archon's knowing grin didn’t fade: “And who was the lucky guy, then? Your roommate Stellan?”
“I… I’m not going to tell, Guardian, forgive me. It’s not for me to reveal his name.”
“You’re right, I shouldn’t have asked. After all, it’s irrelevant…”
“Well, the entire ‘don’t waste your seed’ thing should be irrelevant, if you ask me!” – Jason bellowed, but immediately toned down his voice and meekly added: “Forgive me, Guardian.”
Archon sat back on his chair, with a serious expression, and gestured to Jason to take a seat across the desk. “I’m interested. Please elaborate on that.”
Jason took a deep breath and said, calmly but with a firm tone: “I’ve already told you about the… doubts lingering in my heart. Doubts about Boba-Maiii. And now, for the life of me, I can’t understand why Boba-Maiii forbids us Pales, who can never lay a woman, to restrain our most powerful instinct. And not for a week or a month: for our entire life! For the Darks, maybe, there could be a reason: after all, their seed is precious to breed our women… or better, our last woman… but why did Boba-Maii state that us Pales must live a miserable life of forced celibacy?”
Archon stood in thoughtful silence for a few, never-ending moments, and then replied: “He didn’t.”
~ Boba-Maiii’s Law ~
Jason’s mouth sagged open: “Boba-Maiii did not state that??”
Another long pause, and then Archon said: “You were surprised that I chose you as my successor, despite your doubts about Boba-Maiii; but I actually chose you precisely for your doubts. That, incidentally, are my own, too. In part, at least.”
Jason was too shocked to reply, and Archon went on: “How do you know what is stated in Boba-Maiii’s Law?”
“Everyone knows what the Law forbids. We've been taught since we were kids. You taught us!”
“Exactly, and I was taught by my mentor, the late Guardian Zoan; and he was taught by his mentor, and so on back to the beginning of time. We Guardians are men: we might misunderstand something, we might innocently add or forget a detail, or maybe we might… adapt the Law to the peculiar current situation of Eclipse. Our task as Guardians, and I’m including you, is to interpret the Law, trying to guess Boba-Maiii's original and most genuine commandment, despite the involuntary additions or omissions of the former Guardians. Do you understand the implications?”
“I… I think I do” – Jason breathed, still looking at Archon with wide eyes.
“Well, then. Since one day you’ll be the Guardian, tell me: what do you think Boba-Maiii’s true commandment is, with regard to wasting a man’s seed?”
Jason thought deeply about it and then said: “Since Boba-Maiii loves us and knows everything, I strongly believe that He doesn’t want us to suffer without any reason whatsoever. I’m sure He wanted us men to save our essence for our women… when there were enough women for us men to share our essence with. But the prohibition is implicitly lifted now that there’s only one woman left, Pearl, and she can only lie with the Darks.”
Archon, for the first time since Jason entered the room, wore a happy, satisfied smile: “Excellent! I knew I’d chosen the right young man as my successor. I couldn’t have expressed it better. And I totally agree.”
“So, are we Pales free to… waste our essence?” – Jason asked, with an expression that exuded surprise and excitement at the same time. Archon chuckled: “How eager are your young loins to waste some more seed! Well, is the prohibition lifted? Yes and no. As a Guardian, you can’t go around and shout: ‘Hey, Boba-Maiii’s law has changed!’. You just can’t, or people will ask you when and how Boba-Maiii talked to you; or worse, they will stop believing in Boba-Maiii’s law altogether, throwing Eclipse into chaos. As a Guardian, your task is to… nudge people in the right direction, making them understand that the Law is always the same, it never changes, but they’re not really breaking it, if they occasionally… waste their essence. I suggest starting with replacing ‘waste’ with a more appropriate and comforting ‘spread’. Men need to spread their seed, it’s bred in their bones. It’s natural, it’s normal, and Boba-Maiii would never forbid it.”
“This conversation is… amazing” – Jason said with fervor – “Quite unsettling, I can’t deny it, but… amazing. I was feeling bad, I was feeling wrong, but now everything’s clear. But still, my heart is not at peace, yet…”
“Is there more? By now you know you can tell me anything, without fearing my judgement.”
“I fear my own judgement, Guardian, and Boba-Maiii’s. And yours, too, I’m afraid. You see… I think… uhm… I think I became an invo!”
“An… ‘invo’?” – Archon asked, puzzled, and Jason blushed brightly: “An invo, an inverted, a man who finds pleasure lying with other men…”
“What happened to the good old ‘gay’? You youngsters always come up with weird terms an old geezer like me can’t understand…!”
“Invo is more like ‘faggot’, just to mention another ancient word” – Jason replied, ashamed – “It’s an insult, but an invo like me deserves to be insulted! I mean, I’m attracted to men, I can’t possibly deny it! When I look at Deimos, with his sculpted physique, I can barely restrain myself! I’m his Helper, and I should be… professional, but I’m not: I enjoy touching him, I enjoy seeing him writhe under my touch! I’m attracted to Deimos, and not only him. I’m attracted to Stellan, my roommate, with his chiseled chest and his innocent look, and to Aric, the janitor of the dining hall, so tall and confident! And since I lay my eyes on your ripped body, tonight, I’m… even attracted to you, Archon. Boba-Maiii help me!!”
Jason was on the verge of crying, and Archon wanted to set a lighter tone to the conversation, so he chuckled: “It’s been many years since someone told me something like that, and I can only thank you for making me feel… younger. Younger and sexy!”
Archon’s lighthearted tone had the desired effect and Jason relaxed a bit, but he still looked deeply ashamed. Despite Archon’s non-judgmental attitude, still Boba-Maiii couldn’t possibly condone in any way homosexuality. The Guardian easily guessed what Jason was thinking, and said: “You just interpreted Boba-Maiii’s commandment with exceptional clarity, but you missed the deep implications of what you just stated. Think about it. We said that, unless a man needs to generate an offspring with a woman, he’s allowed to spread his seed. What does that rule imply?”
Jason, so masterfully nudged by Archon, had an epiphany, but was almost too scared to say it aloud: “It implies that a man… can spread his seed with another man! Homosexuality is not a crime!”
Archon nodded in agreement and asked: “What about, now, that horrible word you used… ‘invo’?”
Jason thought deeply about what to answer: “As Guardians we can’t just point our finger at those who stupidly use this derogatory term. We should rather educate people, gently making them understand that homosexuality is another face of love and sex, and it’s totally acceptable, as long as it’s consensual.”
“I think I’ve never been prouder of any of my pupils…” – Archon commented, admired – “You’ll be an excellent Guardian, when Boba-Maiii brings me to Earth… if He ever wants to! Come here, young man, let me hug you!”
Jason leapt to his feet, happy and -at long last- serene, and threw himself into Archon’s open arms. They hugged tight for a long moment, even a bit longer than a normal hug, and then Archon said into Jason’s ear: “Is that an erection I feel against my thigh?”
Jason, without releasing him, replied with an urchin tone: “Is that an erection I feel against my groin?”
“Damn…” – Archon chuckled – “I told you that you make me feel younger!”
“But wait… are you an invo, too?” – Jason asked, surprised, but soon corrected himself: “No, I meant… ‘gay’! I know that now there’s only one woman left in Eclipse, but when you were young there were many women, and Pales could have sex with them!”
“I did have my share of womanly love” – Archon admitted – “but do you think this is really relevant? Being gay is not something a man chooses to be, and it doesn’t happen only when there isn’t an available woman. Being gay is something we are born with, but it’s sometimes hard for us to acknowledge. Some gay men deny their homosexuality and force themselves to have sex only with women their entire life; others understand their inner desires late in their life, possibly in their silvery years… like me.”
Archon took a deep breath and added: “Tonight, my dear Jason, not only you made me feel younger: you made me feel at peace with myself, and I heartily thank you for that. Now go, it's very late and we must rest, as it’s been a long day. Boba-Maiii is still angry, and this isn’t going to make our lives any easier. Unfortunately, the Darks didn’t bring me any Stones: probably Deimos’ accident with the Gryx prevented them from digging around…”
“Oh, no, Guardian!” – Jason beamed – “Deimos brought back a very big stone! I saw it in his room, I’ve been with him until late in the evening!”
“So, it was Deimos the lucky guy…” – Archon noted with a knowing grin, pretending not to notice the beet-red blush suddenly inflaming Jason’s face – “Now go. Tomorrow we’ll hopefully soothe Boba-Maiii’s anger. I’ll bring you to the Sancta Sanctorum, you definitely earned it.”
“I can’t wait!” – Jason exclaimed, overly happy, and then took his leave.
~ A roommate in need ~
Jason walked to his bedroom with his feet barely touching the ground. The conversation with Archon had been enlightening, and he felt relieved and happy. But also tired, as it’d been a very long day. He tiptoed inside the dimly lit bedroom, unwilling to wake his roommate Stellan, took away his tunic and sneaked under the bedsheets.
He tried to sleep, but he couldn’t: he was too excited! He turned sideways and looked at Stellan, soundly sleeping into his bed. How handsome he looked, peacefully sleeping, wearing his innocent, serene expression!
The air was unusually hot, because Boba-Maiii was angry, and Stellan had pushed away the bedsheets, now barely covering his groin and one leg; the other leg was leaning out of the bed, with the foot on the cool floor, to get relief from the heat.
Jason’s gaze moved from the foot to the sinewy calf, up to the powerful leg, the bulging glute pressed on the mattress, and further on, to the slim waist, the steely abs, the smooth chiseled chest slowly rising and falling, to finally end on Stellan’s handsome face. His blond hair, a bit ruffled by the pillow, added to his naive look: an almost childish face on an undeniably manly body.
While sleeping, Stellan stirred a bit, uttering a brief groan. His usually serene expression was darkened by a strained grimace, jaw tight, brow furrowed. Was Stellan having a bad dream?
The reason for Stellan's distress was soon clear to Jason, when he noticed the bedsheets rising, under the irrepressible thrust of his friend’s stiffening manhood. Jason knew well: in daytime it was somewhat easier to keep their urges in check, but during the night the body strongly demanded for what was constantly denied to it.
Jason watched for a while Stellan nervously roll in bed, uttering brief groans of desire; looking at his handsome face clouded by the sexual tension was heartbreaking. He didn’t deserve that. No man deserved that, but above all the innocent, loyal Stellan.
It was utterly unfair, and Jason decided to act. Moving like a thief in the night, he got off his bed and crouched next to Stellan; with one hand, he pulled away Stellan’s bedsheets, ever so slowly, revealing his beautiful uncut cock, swelling high, straight as an arrow.
With great caution, Jason curled his fingers around the stiff shaft, surprised to feel it so hot in his hand. He began massaging the hard dick, slowly at first, making the foreskin brush on the wide helmet, over and over. Still deep asleep, Stellan reacted wearing a joyful grin, spurring Jason to apply a greater pressure, while his thrusts became bolder. He circled the wide crown, clearly visible under the thin foreskin, and insisted on it, tightening his fingers around the sensitive ridge and eliciting more groans of pleasure from Stellan.
Suddenly, Stellan’s alarmed whisper made Jason’s heart leap in his chest: “Jason…!!”
Without stopping his hand, Jason turned to look at his friend, who was now fully awake and was looking back at him with wide eyes. Stellan instinctively reached out to Jason’s arm, but he didn’t hold his wrist, he held him by his bicep, as if he didn’t really want the sweet massage to stop: it rather seemed like he wanted to prevent Jason from running away.
“I can’t stand seeing that grimace of pain on your handsome face…” – Jason explained with a sympathetic tone – “Let me help you…”
“But… this is forbidden…!” – Stellan replied under his breath – “Boba-Maiii…”
“Boba-Maiii knows what you need, what your body and mind crave, and he hates seeing you suffer. Trust me, I’m the Guardian’s successor, I know what I’m talking about. Relax. Embrace the pleasure…”
Stellan was still unsure, but Jason’s hand slowly moving up and down his inflamed manhood was sending jolts of unknown pleasure across his spine, and he lay down on the bed; he seems fascinated by the sight of Jason’s fingers firmly brushing on his sensitive member, but now and then his eyes closed, won by the surges of pleasure radiating from his groin.
Stellan’s voice sounded like a whine: “I don’t care if this is wrong… I’m not this strong…”
“It’s not wrong, Stellan… How can such a beautiful feeling possibly be wrong?”
Jason felt his heart thump in his chest, while slowly stroking Stellan’s dick. They were the same age, they grew up together, shared their childish fears and dreams, watched each other’s body transforming when they hit puberty, and only now Jason realized how deeply he’d always desired touching Stellan, his chiseled smooth body, his perfect cock, his plump balls…
But there was more, that went deeper than the mere physical attraction: Jason always felt a deep connection with Stellan, they never judged each other, they understood each other at a glance; for years they shared the same sexual tension that could never find relief, and now that Jason had discovered the joy of the physical pleasure, he wanted his friend, too, to know that joy.
Jason slowly climbed on the bed and lay down on his belly, between Stellan’s splayed legs. From his new position, he could better look at Stellan’s cock, at his pink glans coming out from its velvety lair and soon disappear again, hugged by the tight foreskin; and at the same time he could enjoy every silent gasp and every grin of pleasure appearing on Stellan’s handsome face.
With his spare hand, Jason began massaging Stellan’s balls, rolling the plump gonads between his fingers and eliciting more surprised gasps and groans of pleasure. Without ever stopping the sensual massage on his friend’s stiff rod, Jason gently brushed his hand on Stellan’s thigh, pressed his palm on his groin and scratched his chiseled abs with his nails.
“Ohh… It’s wonderful… Don’t stop… Don’t you ever stop…” – Stellan moaned, and Jason flashed a mischievous grin: “I’m not going to stop, I’m going even further…”
The meaning of his words was perfectly clear to Stellan when Jason locked eyes with him and slowly lowered his mouth onto the throbbing cock. Stellan almost couldn’t breathe for the surprise and the tension: “You… You’re not going to… OHMYGOD!!!”
Though having his mouth full of hot meat, Jason smiled, watching his friend’s priceless reaction, that spurred him to take more and more of the stiff rod, bobbing his head up and down with slow long thrusts. Every time the engorged head touched the back of Jason’s throat, Stellan groaned with irrepressible lust: nothing could’ve ever prepared him for such a sublime, intimate experience, and the powerful sensations radiating from his groin were clouding his mind.
~ Mind-blowing pleasure ~
It was almost too much for Stellan’s inexperienced body, and Jason recoiled, to let him take a breath; his mouth moved down and sucked in Stellan’s almost hairless gonads, bathing them with saliva and tickling the wrinkled skin with the tip of his tongue. Stellan reacted by parting his legs more, and Jason instinctively grabbed his legs and lifted them, to get an easier access to his friend’s balls and perineum. But while kissing and lapping those intimate areas of his friend’s body, he glanced at his pink rosebud opening in front of his eyes.
Jason had never kissed anyone’s hole, he’d never even thought it possible, but suddenly he found himself moving down, toward the odorous hole, tracing with his wet tongue the short path from the balls to the anus. Stellan didn’t expect that, and at the first touch of his friend’s tongue on his sensitive back door, he almost screamed: “What… OOOHHH!!! Boba-Maiii help me…! What are you doing… MMMHH!!! It’s insane…!”
Jason felt exhilarated by his friend’s reaction and went on licking, tickling, lapping the wrinkled hole, until he gathered his courage and pushed his stiff tongue deep inside the tight hole. Feeling the tight anal ring press against his tongue, slowly giving way to the unexpected intrusion made Jason feel dizzy for the excitement. And his heart skipped a beat when Stellan haltingly asked: “Jason… will you… put a finger inside me?”
Stellan was asking for it, and his plea was extremely explicit, but still Jason faltered: violating a man’s hole was something too extreme even for him, who had wiped away most of his own moral qualms. But Stellan didn’t relent: “Please… I do it sometimes, when I clean myself, but it’s just the tip of my finger… I want you to go deeper…”
Though unsure, Jason pressed his middle finger on the quivering hole and gently pushed. He instantly realized that the friction of a dry finger on the tender hole wasn’t a good thing, so he brought his hand to his mouth and thoroughly bathed his finger with his saliva and tried again.
The moment the fingertip forced open the tight passage, Jason expected Stellan to scream or protest, but he saw his friend roll his eyes back and groan for pleasure: “Deeper… Go deeper…”
With his heart thumping hard, Jason pushed his finger further inside the warm hole, and kept pushing until his knuckles pressed on Stellan’s buttocks and the finger had disappeared inside him. He gyrated his finger a bit, and then began moving it back and forth, always checking Stellan for possible signs of distress; but his friend seemed in heaven, so Jason decided to add pleasure to pleasure, and took back Stellan’s cock into his mouth.
Stellan muffled his moans, but the coupled sensations coming from his cock and ass were almost too much to bear. Jason paced up both the thrusts of his finger in and out Stellan’s fiery hole and the pushes of his head down the rock-hard member. With his spare hand he reached out to Stellan’s nipple and tickled it with his fingertip, making his friend go wild.
It was more than clear that Stellan was about to explode, and Jason gave all he had to give: gathering all his strength, he pushed hard his mouth down, gulping Stellan’s manhood all the way down his throat.
Stellan gasped loud and almost cried out: “Jason… Jason…! I feel something mounting inside me…! OOOHHH!!! It’s coming… Boba-Maiii help me, it’s coming!!! AAAARRGGHH!!!”
Jason placed his open palm on Stellan’s chest, to calm him down, while a massive orgasm shattered Stellan’s inexperienced body down to its cells. Waves after waves of pleasure washed away Stellan’s mind, making his body buck hard and shiver. Jason felt the tight anal rings almost crush his middle finger, still planted deep inside his friend’s hole, and his mouth was flooded with gallons of warm seed, the very essence of his friend’s virility.
Stellan couldn’t stop squirming and moaning loud, and Jason went on sucking and wiggling his finger, wishing his friend to experience the same wonderful, shattering joy of living the first orgasm he himself had discovered not long before.
Eventually, the tsunami drifted away and Stellan stood still, panting hard, watching Jason with wide eyes. “It was… I have no words to describe it…” – Stellan breathed, and Jason recoiled, with obvious streaks of sperm seeping out of his smile: “No words can possibly describe the first time you feel that. I know first-hand. But did you enjoy it?”
“Enjoy? It was much more than that! I felt like dying and at the same time I felt alive like never before! And above all, I felt so close to you, so intimate with you! We’re best friends, but I’ve never felt the two of us so close! I mean, I was inside you, and you were inside me…”
Jason linked his fingers with Stellan’s: “I felt the same. For a long moment you and I were… one.”
“Say…” – Stellan said with a doubtful tone – “What… uhm… What does a man’s essence taste like? Is it… err… good?”
Jason flashed a sweet smile and moved closer to Stellan’s face: “Why don’t you find out yourself?”
And he gave to his friend a deep kiss, sharing with him the remnants of the warm seed, still lingering in his mouth.
After what seemed an eternity, they parted, and Stellan glanced behind Jason’s back, getting pale. Jason quickly turned around and gasped: “Aric! How long have you been watching us?”
Aric, the muscular janitor of the dining hall, didn’t move and stood leaning with one shoulder to the doorframe, wearing a knowing grin. He was an icon of rough, unapologetic virility, with the few grey hair and wrinkles of his forty-one years, his untidy stubble and his eyes that exuded a natural, confident sensuality. His gruff, deep voice made warm shivers course the guys’ back: “I’ve been watching you long enough to see a miracle happening. Wipe those scared expressions from your beautiful faces, kids: I’m not angry. Quite the opposite, actually…” – he added, glancing down at his crotch. Both guys followed his gaze and saw an unmistakable erection bulging under the stretch skirt Aric always wore when working.
“I know well what an orgasm feels” – he went on, moving closer to the bed – “and I’m sure you won’t be shocked if I tell you that I know because I occasionally give pleasure to myself. Yeah, yeah, Boba-Maiii’s law and all, but you know me, I’m not a scholar, all I know is my work, I don’t give a shit to these exo… esso… esoteric stuff. I jack off when I need to” – he concluded, massaging his own bulge – “and after you two made me horny as hell, I think I’ll go to my room and wank my meat good and proper.”
Jason looked straight at Aric, trying to ignore his massive, incredibly hairy chest, and murmured: “Please don’t.”
“I know you’re the Guardian’s pupil, now” – Aric replied, a bit pissed off – “But don’t waste your time trying to tell me what Boba-Maiii allows or forbids!”
Jason stood in front of Aric, so close that he could feel the warmth of his manly body, and cautiously brushed his hand on his bulging cock, through the fabric of the skirt: “No, I mean don’t do it yourself. A man’s essence is meant to be shared with someone. I… I can help you, if you want…”
Aric, for a brief moment, tilted his hips to meet Jason’s cautious hand, but soon stepped back: “No, kid. I saw both of you being born, it would be… weird. Yeah, you’re a young man, now, you’re no more a kid, but still…”
An affectionate smile appeared on Jason’s face, but his smile hinted at something more primal underneath: “You’ve always been special to me, Aric. The thing is, overtime you become special to me in a… different way. When I was a kid your muscles meant protection, now they stir something… deeper inside me. Are you shocked?”
“Ha ha ha! No, kid. ‘Flattered’ is the word. Fuck, look at what you’ve done…” – Aric said, glancing at his own cock twitching and jerking like a live animal under his skirt – “Thanks, kid, but no. But I heard you, ‘a man’s essence is meant to be shared’. I won’t jack off tonight, I’ll save my… essence until I can share it with someone, OK? Now sleep, both of you. No more stunts for tonight, is it understood?”
“Yes sir!” – both guys replied, smiling, watching the brawny janitor swaggering away. Jason turned to Stellan and saw a thoughtful expression on his face: “What? Do you think I’m a bit… uhm… slutty? I mean, I still have your seed on my face and I touched Aric… there. I couldn’t help myself, I’ve always had a crush on him!”
“Me too” – Stellan confessed, shyly – “And I couldn’t ever think bad of you. I was actually admiring how selfless you are: you’ve given me a mind-blowing pleasure, and you offered the same to Aric, but… no one thinks of you.”
Jason looked down, at his own crotch, and sure enough, he was as hard as steel. But he smiled and moved back to his own bed: “Not tonight, you heard the boss. I’ll restrain myself, like I’ve done for years. But tomorrow I’ll have to find someone to share my essence with…”
Stellan chuckled: “On a second thought… yeah, you’re a bit of a slut!”
They muffled their laughter and slipped under the bedsheets. Aric was right: that night something had happened in that room, something that looked a lot like a miracle…
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