[Note: The time of this story is many centuries in the future. The tyrannical Empire of Man perished in civil war, leaving many recent colonies on new worlds cut off, left to survive on their own with only the limited technology left behind by the Empire and the resources of their own world. Centuries later, the benevolent Republic of Humanity have sent ships to these worlds to re-establish contact, to find that these worlds have come up with an infinite variety of solutions to the struggles of survival. This is one of those stories.]
Jevethomaksarka ("Jev" to his friends) was working in his garden. He raised a variety of his home planet's vegetables here (it required him to stir in a special mix of elements to simulate the soil of his home world including various bacteria and such, none of which would survive outside the limited zone of his garden) and was cultivating them. This world of Mygora (Rho Destra-Pilla 4) was one of the Lost Worlds, and like most Lost Worlds, was still proving to be a source of surprises to the Republic of Humanity.
The garden was Jev's way of remembering home for a while. Besides, while he could substitute zora beast meat for beef in his beef-and-rasathamore stew, he had to raise his own rasathamore if he wanted to eat it! A taste of home now and then was precious indeed, imports were horrendously expensive and would remain so for many, many years, there were more worlds than there were starships and most were needed for inter-Republic commerce....
"Amita, Jev!" came the call, which on this world meant, "(Good) afternoon, Jev."
"Amita, Dennso! What can I do for you today?" Jev rose, his new pose revealing his powerful, uncovered chest and glistening muscles in stark relief in the light of the double suns. His face was handsome according to the standards of a vast majority of the worlds with his sunny golden hair, bright blue eyes and skin the delicate olive-tan of his home world.
Mygora's two suns even combined were about 80% of the radiance of Man's homeworld of Earth (Sol 3) and Dennso had the peculiarly blue-hued hair of his home planet. Every member of this world had that exact shade, the original population upon loss of contact had been only eighty-four individuals and they had had to engage in a fearsome coordination of propagation to avoid genetic disaster. But his pale face gave off a pained look of despair. "My dearest neighbor and friend, Jev, I have an enormous favor to ask of you."
"What is it?"
"I must explain that this is a matter of greatest secrecy on our world. When the Republic contacted us, we held a referendum of our entire world's population about whether we should reveal this to you. We have chosen to keep it hidden, but I must divulge it to you in order to ask my favor. Do you swear by the Messata River's Source that you will not reveal it to anybody?"
The population of Mygora was still only about 30,000 people, all of whom lived along the banks of the Messata River, and it was the planet's sole source of potable water, due to the high alkalinity of the natural soil. This oath, Jev had been warned, was violated only upon pain of death if you were revealed to have done so!
Whatever Dennso wanted, it was indeed important. "I do so swear." Jev said. "Let's go indoors for added privacy."
Inside, Dennso sat down, very nervous, he declined a drink of his native alcohol but his hands were shaking. "You have noticed our peculiar ritual our boy children undergo at the age of six years?" he said. The six years he mentioned were almost eight Earth years.
"You send them to live with other men at their homes until they reach adulthood at the age of fifteen," Jev replied.
"Yes. Have you ever wondered why we do that?" Dennso stammered. "You may think it is only a ritual of some kind."
"I thought the boy undertook to learn the job skills of the man he lives with, an apprenticeship." Jev explained.
"It is not. It is essential for the boy's growth into full maturity." Dennso went on.
"Why don't you just say it, get it out, and then explain." Jev suggested. "It might be easier that way."
"It would not be. Our boys are unable to mature without the help of a man. His body needs an outside source of the hormone which causes him to go through puberty and it needs to be sustained with daily injections until his body is mature enough to manufacture enough of it for himself."
"Hormones. You mean testosterone?"
"The very one. We would have manufactured it synthetically if we had had more of the technology to do so, but you know our world enough to know that the facilities for that do not exist here. Our only solution was to change ourselves. A boy cannot make his own testosterone," Dennso paused to draw a deep breath and the rest of his sentences poured out in a stream of quick words, "so he must be provided with it on a daily basis by a fully mature man. The way in which he receives it needs to be given to him while still fresh and administered anally. We handle this by turning him over to a trusted family friend who takes him to bed and nightly makes love to him until he is of age." Dennso stopped the rush of words and breathed heavily.
"I...see," Jev replied.
"I had planned to turn my son Gedar over to my friend Shimmel." Dennso explained. Shimmel had died in an accident, which on this world made much larger news than it would on many planets. "But now I have to find another who can give him not only the tender care any boy needs, but also the virility that will let him provide the fresh testosterone his body needs."
Jev realized the big favor Dennso was asking. "And you want me to be the one?" he almost squeaked.
"If you say no, I am not sure what I can do. I'll have to risk asking someone I don't fully trust." Dennso leaned forward and laid a hand on Jev's arm. "I trust you, my friend from another world. You are young and healthy and my son both knows and trusts you as well. I do not have another who fills the need. Gedar's sixth birthday is tomorrow! Please, Jev, I beg of you...." Dennso's words choked off, he fumbled for more, and realized he had none.
"Let me think about this a moment." Jev said, his mind reeling. He had seen how these partnerships of men and boys had been close, but the cover story of being mentor and apprentice had covered most of that. It was essential that any member of the Republic to never judge another world by their own world's standards, it was a necessary basic rule not to.
He would be sacrificing nine Mygoran years, more than a decade on Earth, of his life to this duty. He had come here to write about Mygora for the Republican Archives, the worlds of Men being rediscovered in all their glory.
Mygoran men married late in life, he knew, if at all. He thought of Dennso, distraught and worried, his best friend on this world. And little Gedar, a robust tumblebug of a boy who loved to run and laugh and play and sing. Having that bundle of energy in his home would be... Having that young body in his bed, under him, panting as he thrust into it would be....
He felt his breath quickening and knew his answer. "I'll do it!"
He was a guest of honor at the boy's birthday the next day, sitting nervously beside the lad, and the two of them being presented with a silema cake, the cake was shaped like the fruit itself, which had two lobes, one large and one small, a symbol of their new union. It all felt very much like getting married and he was wondering if he had made the worst decision of his life...or the best?
The party felt like an eternity, but it was over at last, and he was allowed to take the boy back to his home, they had spent the morning moving his possessions over to his house. All but the bed, they wouldn't need that. He had to introduce Gedar to his own bed, imported from his homeworld which was very advanced.
Gedar stared at the bed when he saw it. "Why is your bed like that? It's got a machine underneath it!"
"It's a null-grav bed," Jev explained. "I've got it set to 15% of Mygora's gravity, that should make it just enough for you to not feel like you're falling but give you the most restful sleep."
"How about making love?" Gedar asked. Jev tried not to react, on his world, of course the boys were told all about what they needed to do in bed with the man they were turned over to. Maybe they even went through training classes, where.... He pushed the thought from his head.
"Believe it or not, we need to double the weight for that. At 15%, making love would cause us to be thrown apart, not brought together."
"So set it for whatever we need. I want to get started on growing up." The boy began to tug his clothing off fast as he could.
Jev set the null-grav bed to 30% and then removed his own clothes more sedately, he wore the typical Republic one-piece suit which covered him neck down to wrists and feet including the toes, and had two clotures which let him unfasten the suit from his neck down to his waist, and from there all the way around to near the small of his back. Clothing had not changed much for Mankind for thousands of years, they still wanted something to let them walk on rough ground and covering for their bodies against the sun save for their hands and heads. And in measured doses, much less clothing such as the shorts he had worn in the garden.
Like now for instance. He climbed out of his clothing and dropped it into the clothes-cleaning slot in the wall's machinery, did the same with Gedar's clothing. The boy was naked on the bed and finding out how nice it was to weigh a mere 24 pounds instead of 80. Jev climbed on and his weight shifted to a mere 55 pounds, making movements easy for his muscles. Gedar plucked the tube of lube from the small shelf above the bed and said, "Let me do it."
Jev laid on his back and Gedar proved to be a willing participant in this. He happily greased Jev's cock with a thick layer of lube and Jev saw his gleaming pole and said, "Do you want some of this in your heinie?"
Gedar chuckled at this, he hadn't heard this word for his anus before. "No, I think I put enough on you."
Jev lifted up. "Then let me start to make you a man."
"Yeahhhhh!" Gedar agreed. "I'm glad my daddy picked you, Jev. I like you."
"I like you, too." Jev got between the boy's legs, and Gedar wrapped his arms and legs around Jev and pulled him down for a kiss. Jev gave him all the kissing he wanted and when the boy was done, he raised up on his hands and the boy's legs tugged as he slid his hips up close to the boy's sweet, tender ass. The anus was tight and Jev hesitated, "I don't want to hurt you. Not any more than I have to."
"I want you to do this, Jev, really," Gedar insisted. "It's okay if it hurts. It is my time for this to begin, and again, I am glad it is you giving me this."
Giving, yes, this was not just sex for Gedar, he needed this. It gave Jev courage, and he resolutely gave his cock a shove, the anus resisted, then he shoved again harder, and the cockhead slipped inside the boy's ass.
Gedar gasped.
"Did I hurt you?" Jev asked.
"Just a little. It's okay. Do it, please, now, do it." Gedar said in soft syllables.
Jev gritted his resolve and teeth, and he pushed into the boy, the soft ass struggling and the boy wincing and grunting. Jev paused at such times, but each time the boy's legs pulled on his upper hips, begging him to push in more. They continued this until he was well imbedded in the boy's ass, his balls' hair brushing the soft buttocks, and Jev this time resisted further insertion.
"No, rest a while, and let your body adjust. It will get easier for you in time." Jev said. "You're being a very brave boy, Gedar."
"It feels better than I thought it would be." Gedar admitted. "You're a very nice man, Jev, trying not to hurt me. I feel safe with you."
Jev smiled, "And I am feeling even more happy that you and I have been chosen for this." The boy's bowels sort of gurgled and the tension on his shaft eased. "And I think now you're ready for more."
"Yeah." Gedar agreed.
The boy's ass wasn't entirely ready but the tension was easing the more Jev moved back and forth. After a time, there was no resistance, Gedar was grunting and gasping in his pleasure at the warm feeling of his cock and the brushing of Jev's cock past his prostate, and the boy's ass held a few more small similar bumps that seemed to thrill at the man's prick touching their surfaces. Gedar was a Mygoran boy, these sort of small differences were a part of his very life, so Jev made no mention of them.
Gedar was moaning and his fingers were gripping Jev's back, the boy was loving his cock, loving his lot in life, this was his time of growing up from boy to man, this was Gedar's very life! Jev was giving this boy what he needed to become a man!
The hesitations he had felt at first had vanished, he was now enthusiastic about the days to come, every night without fail, he and Gedar would couple like this, every day they would be together, and he would now raise Gedar with Dennso's help and guidance, and Gedar would become an adult functioning member of Mygoran society.
His thrusts became quicker, his lovemaking more sensual as he stroked and brushed and kissed the boy's body and Gedar for his part used his hands to stroke the muscled chest of the man loving him, and the night was soft and silent and spread its benediction over their desire.
Gedar began to pant huskily and he gasped out, "Oh, oh, Jev, I am feeling something!"
Had the boy never played with himself? "It's called orgasm, Gedar. I'm getting close to it, too. Hang on, it feels better."
"Yeah, I know," Gedar said with no tone of annoyance. "It feels real good, I just didn't know it would happen this way."
Jev was panting, the spark of his desire would soon blaze into climax, and he felt a need to make Gedar feel it first, he thrust his cock into the boy in ways he hoped would please the boy, and the child clung to him and gasped and moaned and crooned and stroked Jev's body.
"It's happening, I feel it!" Gedar cried out, and when he did, those small bumps inside him that Jev had felt seemed to change, they were like little brushes instead of bumps, and he felt surer than ever that this was part of Gedar's "flowering," the Mygoran word for their rites of manhood. So this is why they called it that. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"
Jev let his own passion take him. "Do it, Gedar, do it, flower into a man for me, do it."
"Oh, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH.....OH-OHHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHH, OHHHHHH!" Gedar squirmed and thrashed under Jev's body and the "flowers" were actively stroking Jev's shaft, raising his passion to a height he had rarely experienced.
"OHHHH, GEDAR, OHHHH, AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHH, AHHH-HUNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!" Jev cried out in a climax that shook his very soul to its core. Never again would he see a woman's body and feel the stirring of his loins, it was now a pale imitation of what waited for him in his bedroom at night with Gedar. His joy was unbounded and infinite, he had touched the immortal face of the Goddess, and She had smiled! Smiled!
His spunk flew into the boy in a great outpouring from Jev's loins, he squirted jet after jet after jet and it felt like he hovered in the bliss of orgasm for a very long time, for time had stopped for him.
As it always does, the moment passed, Gedar was still and his breaths were quick and labored, Jev returned to himself and his joy faded into that wonderful storage room that waited for him in paradise one day where all joys go. His chest heaving, he held himself up on his elbows and panted into the boy's small, smiling face and he felt a tremendous outpouring of love in that moment, and he reached down and kissed the boy as much as his oxygen-deprived body would allow him to.
They became still and silent. Jev asked Gedar, because he had to, "How are you feeling now?"
"I feel...awesome!" Gedar said. "It was wonderful, better than I thought it could ever be. Really."
"I know what you mean," Jev said with feeling. "You were wonderful, Gedar, and I am now so very happy that I was chosen for you."
"I'm happy, too." He said and then he yawned.
Jev caught the contagion and he yawned as well, a long, long yawn. "Now it is time to sleep, you will find your sleep very relaxing. He tiredly reduced the bed's setting back to 15%.
"It's like sleeping on air." Gedar marveled. "Do you sleep this way every night?"
"Every night. And so will you, from now on."
Gedar hugged Jev. "I'm the luckiest boy in the world."
"And I'm feeling very lucky now, too." Jev agreed and he meant it. It had been the first of many more such nights.
He took the child into his arms and sleep pulled itself over them like the softest, lightest, warmest blanket in the world.
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