A Boy's World
I awoke with Jeffy in my arms, rejoicing in the smooth warmth of his slender curves. I could hear his tummy gurgling and growling; he'd been tossing and turning all night. With my hand spread across his rippling belly, I snuggled closer to his nakedness, my face nestled close to the back of his neck, his hair tickling my nose, my head swimming in his secret scent.
"Mmmmmm," he cooed softly as he pushed back and folded into me.
Suddenly, his body tensed up and convulsed, and with the power of a great sneeze, I felt something hot and gooey spatter my belly and thighs.
I threw the blanket back and that's when it hit me: a smell that was a cross between last night's dinner and a six-day-old road kill. We both looked down at the thick, brown goo that painted my groin and the blanket below.
"Oh my God!" Jeffy gasped, his face turning beat-red. "Oh my God! Oh my God!" It was all he could say and he became paralized with deep humiliation.
I leaned close and kissed his hot cheek. "Hey, baby, how about a shower?" I whispered. His lips turned inside-out, chin quivering, as tears began to roll down his sweet face. I sat up and gathered him up in my arms; he buried his face against my neck. He began to shudder and tremble violently; I felt his tears hitting my shoulder and running down my back.
"Hey, hey," I said softly into his ear. "It's OK, it's not your fault; it was an accident." I gathered him up in my arms, smearing the smelly goo between us, and stood up. I grabbed the corner of the bottom blanket and pulled it with us, as I headed outside. As I carried him, I felt more warm goo spattering my thighs and dripping down my legs.
Out in the back alley, the morning was hot, as usual, and the cool water of the shower would be a welcomed relief, at least for me. We both caught our breaths as the water sprayed over us, making quick work of rinsing the slimey stink away. With more convulsions and groaning, Jeffy squatted and squirted another mess of brown stink into the grass; the water quickly washed that away too.
"Don't worry," I said as I ran my soapy hands over his smooth body. "I don't think anybody saw us come outside, so nobody ever needs to know anything about this - just like it never happened!"
Jeffy looked up at me with pools of grateful blue relief slowly replacing his tortured tears. He stood up and hugged me, pressing his tender body close.
"I don't let just anybody shit all over me, you know!" I said. "You're special!"
Jeffy looked up at me again and giggled.
"Feeling better?" I asked.
He nodded, but I could still hear his tummy gurgling. I knew it wasn't quite over yet. I slipped my arms around his smooth, curving back and kissed his forehead.
Sure enough, a moment later, more convulsions lead to more brown at our feet and more rinsing. I picked up the blanket and folded it back from the thick, brown spots, then rubbed them together under the running water. They disappeared quickly, leaving only a big wet spot. I wrung it out as best I could and took it inside, telling Jeffy I'd be back in just a moment.
Inside, I ran upstairs and hung the blanket to dry, then returned to him; I didn't want to leave him out there by himself for long. God only knew who might happen along and what might be on their minds when they did! It was, after all, just an alley, such as any that someone might run down, seeking escape from the police or just a quiet place for whatever mischief twisted minds might conceive, and a smooth, naked young boy like Jeffy would be an easy target. I grabbed a towel beside the door and went back outside.
I found him standing in a broad patch of morning sunlight, shivering, hands at his chin, the water turned off. I quickly dried him there and wrapped him up as I took him inside. His belly was still churning, so I took him to the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet.
"Stay there," I said. "I'll get you some clean clothes."
Shivering, he nodded. I came in to check on him several times, but even half an hour later, he was still expelling little squirts of chocolaty goodness. With his tank top around his freckled shoulders and his clean shorts around his ankles, his face had become a mask of frustration. His belly tightened again and I heard another squirt of hot liquid go into the bowl. "Damn!" he exclaimed. "Every time I think I can get up, I shit more!"
"It should be all out of you pretty soon," I reassured him. "What's that old expression? Shit happens?"
Jeffy smiled and I thought I detected a hint of a giggle. His delicious caramel suntan seemed unnaturally bluish under the fluorescent light, but his blond hair gleamed just the same.
"Give it another ten minutes," I said.
I heard a sound out on the floor; I peered through the curtain and saw Danya walking across the quiet barn.
"You're up early," I said. "What's going on?"
"It's almost noon!" he said. "Everybody's at breakfast. You're not dressed yet? Aren't you coming?"
"I just took a shower," I replied. "Jeffy's in the bathroom; we'll be there in a few minutes."
"Hurry up; don't miss the buffet!" Danya said.
"I can't go," I heard Jeffy say.
I turned back into the little, curtained bathroom; Jeffy was just pulling his shorts up. "Why not?" I asked.
"If I eat, I'll have to spend another hour on the toilet," he said. "This happens every time I get a session; I get nervous and my ass turns into a shit fountain!"
"Well, your ass is the most beautiful shit fountain I've ever seen!" I said, grinning.
Jeffy looked up at me with a shy smile. "Thanks, I think," he said as he buttoned his cut-offs.
I took his hand and pulled him close. "I love you," I said, and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you," he said, slipping his arms around me.
"For what?" I asked.
"For being my friend," he said. "For not getting mad at me when I... when I..." I kissed his mouth, so he wouldn't have to finish that sentence.
"Com' on, I'm starving!" I said. I took his hand again and lead him out of the barn and over to the Golden River casino.
As we turned the corner onto the Strip, an enormous air yacht glided up in front of the casino and stopped.
"Wait," Jeffy said, pulling me back to the side of the entrance. "Kneel." He knelt and bowed his head.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Kneel," he said again. "We have to show respect to Lord Zedd."
"Lord Zedd?" I chuckled, sinking to one knee beside him. "Who's Lord Zedd?"
"Zeddadiah McDuff," Jeffy said. "Probably the richest guy on the planet and maybe the craziest, too! He thinks he's king of the world and he demands that everybody kneel before him. Watch this - it's quite a show!"
The wide, circular door on the side of the yacht slid open and several young men stepped out, bare-chested and dressed, from the waist down, in harlequin-style tights, with big, ruffled collars, elaborate cloaks, three-cornered hats and dripping with gold and jewels. This circus of bright colors and glittering bobbles moved quickly and with flair as the many young men unfurled a red carpet from the yacht to the doors of the casino and then stood in lines on either side of it. Their presence stopped all foot traffic on the sidewalk and many people knelt where they stopped.
Another man in black tights and a heavy, black cloak, jewels and gold, and a tri-cornered hat, with a long feather in it, came to the door of the yacht and stepped down onto the sidewalk. He raised a trumpet and blew a fan-fair. "All kneel!" he called out. "Behold, Lord Zedd, Emperor of all he surveys and master of all his domain!"
Two young, blond boys, about thirteen, came to the door, also dressed in harlequin tights and short, red cloaks, with wide, gold chains laying on their bare chests. They stepped down to the sidewalk and held their hands up to their master. The man that came to the door between them, dressed in heavy, gold robes dripping with jewels, his tri-cornered hat holding a tall crest of multi-colored feathers, stopped and surveyed the crown gathered on the sidewalk. He took the hands of the two boys and stepped down onto the red carpet, walking slowly, regally, toward the casino. Two more young boys, dressed as the first pair, came along behind their master, holding up the train of his golden cloak. Lord Zedd waved a lacy, white handkerchief at those of us kneeling on the sidewalk as he and his entourage entered the casino. As Lord Zedd disappeared into the wide doors, the many young men rolled up the red carpet into the yacht and also went inside the casino.
"Com' on," Jeffy said, rising and pulling me into the casino. We followed Lord Zedd's procession, along with several other people, and watched as they turned to the left under the big, glittering, crystal chandeliers and between all the rows of flashing, ringing gambling machines.
Before them, a large, circular door stood, with heavy, dark curtains concealing the mysteries within. Above the door, emblazoned in glittering, holographic letters, was a sign reading, "Queen Jezzabell's Moon Palace."
"What's that?" I whispered to Jeffy.
"Whore house," he whispered back.
The two young boys leading the procession pulled the curtains back and held them. The black-cloaked man shouted another announcement inside, then stood aside as Lord Zedd and the others, even the young train barer's, entered. Finally, the two young boys holding the curtains, entered, letting the heavy curtains swing closed behind them.
"So how did he get to be so rich, if he's so crazy?" I asked as we turned and headed for the travel-pods that would take us up to the buffet.
"His father found a huge deposit of gold on their property," Jeffy said.
"Oh, so it's really his father that's wealthy," I said.
"Yeah," Jeffy replied. "And since he doesn't have any brothers or sisters, he inherited it all."
"And what about all those guys with him?" I wondered. "What are they about?"
"I don't know," Jeffy said. "They're well paid and I'm sure he screws them all, but sometimes, he wants something different."
"He's not married?" I asked. "Or doesn't have any girls or women working for him?"
"No, I've never seen any," Jeffy said.
As we went up to the buffet, we met Josh and Kevin, the twins, and several others coming down; they had already finished breakfast. This time, Jeffy paid for me; the bots wouldn't let him in unless he was paid for, too, even though he wasn't going to eat. He took a glass of orange juice and went to a table while I piled a plate high. I remembered Mom giving me a banana every time I had similar problems, so I picked up one for Jeffy. He thanked me and ate it even though his tummy was still rumbling a little. Once, he had to excuse himself to go to the bathroom, but returned with a smile on his sweet face; it seems his stomach was already beginning to settle down and almost nothing would come out!
When we got back to the barn, we found the big back door wide open and Rick was there with his air car, which the twins, both naked as usual, were washing. They delighted in spraying water everywhere, especially at each other, and had thick soap suds running down their bare bodies as they rubbed the car with oversized sponges.
"Where's Michael?" Jeffy asked Rick. "All his stuff is gone..."
"Yeah, I know," Rick replied. "I found out the Nirkads were after him."
"The Nirkads!" Jeffy exclaimed. "Oh, no!" Even the giggling, naked twins froze at the mention of that name.
"Yeah," Rick said.
"So what happened to him?" Jeffy asked.
"I took him to a safe place," Rick said.
"A safe place?" Jeffy asked. "Where?"
"Don't worry about it," Rick said. "It's better that you don't know."
Just then, another air car glided around the corner and stopped behind Rick's. We watched as Dagwynn got out.
"Dagwynn!" the twins exclaimed in unison. The two naked boys ran to him, wrapping their arms around him, pressing their slim, wet bodies to him.
"Hey, guys!" Dagwynn said. He smiled and kissed them both on their foreheads.
"What are you doing here?" Jeffy asked, coming to his side and kissing his cheek.
"Rick asked me to watch these guys," Dagwynn said, "while you and Logan are at your holo session."
"Do you want us to wash Grandma's car?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, can we wash it?" Nathan exclaimed.
"Yep!" Dagwynn said. "That's why I brought it!"
"Yay!" both twins exclaimed. Nick grabbed the hose and Nathan picked up the bucket of soapy water, and they attacked Grandma's hovering air car.
"OK, you guys have fun," Rick said. "We should be back in two or three hours. And you two," he pointed to me and Jeffy, "come with me."
Jeffy and I got into Rick's air car, Jeffy taking the front seat while I got into the back. Rick moved into the driver's seat and donned the hologoggles. He guided the car up to the cross street, Emerald Springs, just on the other side of the Regency, lifting up to join the traffic whizzing by.
We didn't go far, we crossed Seascape Reef and went about three long blocks, to another wide avenue, Ocean Avenue, that cut diagonally across the rectangular grid of streets that I had seen so far. On our left was a vast array of apartment buildings, each one a square, five stories high, with an inner courtyard; they made me think of the ant hills of Earth, but with bee hive regularity; I counted ten blocks of them, evenly split by the wide, diagonal avenue.
"Is there an ocean on this planet?" I asked, seeing the floating, holographic street sign.
"Yeah," Rick said. "But it's about a thousand kilometers away." He angled the car down onto the diagonal street and we followed it through a dozen blocks or more of single-family houses, above which, I could see Dagwynn's Rock standing tall.
Another cluster of tall buildings lay ahead, part of which was a large shopping mall; I saw a sign reading, "Mandalay Capitol Mall." We flew up and set down on the top floor of the parking garage, amid several other scattered air cars of various types and sizes. Rick parked in a space and we waited.
"Why are we here?" I asked, wondering just where this holo session was supposed to be.
"I don't want them to know where we live," Rick said. "I don't really trust these guys and I don't know if they have connections with the Nirkads or not."
"Yeah," Jeffy said. "Some of them seem like they might..."
"Then why do business with them?" I asked.
"They pay pretty good," Jeffy said. "And it's kinda fun making holograms of me. I love it that guys here and on other planets can see me naked and watch me; they love me!"
"And as long as I can be there to keep an eye on things," Rick said, "I don't see any problem with doing business with them."
"How do you know they love you?" I asked.
"They tell me!" Jeffy said. "Their websites get all kinds of comments from all the colony worlds and even Earth, and they're all good!"
"Yeah, and I'm sure they make a ton of money off you, too!" Rick said. "So they'd better pay good!"
Minutes later, a gleaming white air limo set down a short distance away. A driver-bot, dressed like a chauffeur, got out of the driver module and opened the door of the passenger module.
"There's our ride," Rick said. "Com' on."
Stepping into the limo, I discovered the air inside was cool and refreshing, and lightly scented with vanilla. The circular pod was nicely appointed with dark, wood-grained panels and soft leather. I sat in the back and Jeffy sat beside me; Rick sat across from us and immediately opened a small cabinet beside him.
"Good," Rick said. "They have the things I ordered." He opened a small bottle and poured a dark red liquid into a glass. "Here," he said, handing it to Jeffy. "This will help settle your stomach."
Jeffy took it and drank it down.
Rick opened another bottle and the air was immediately filled with the smell of rootbeer. He poured two glasses of rootbeer and handed one to me. I took the glass and sipped its fizzy, ice-cold richness.
"We'll get you something to eat as soon as your holo session is finished," Rick said. "Would you like some rootbeer?"
"Maybe just a little," Jeffy said. Rick poured him half a glass.
The limo lifted from the parking garage and moved into the traffic of Ocean Avenue, moving back in the direction we had just come from.
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