When you're only fourteen years of age, you have enough trouble finding a job. Conrad Bowen was in that predicament, he needed to get some money to buy things so many kids at his age need and can't get their parents to buy him. Conrad knew his mother had three other kids to buy for, and had to agree that even an allowance wasn't practical for her, not with his younger brother and two younger sisters, so he set out to find a job.
He was walking along with a heavy heart and empty pockets when he saw the piece of paper stuck on the electrical pole. "Help needed by home-based scientist to test his experimental equipment. Men or boys only, must weigh less than 120 pounds. Pay for your help is $200USD. Age or experience unimportant. Apply in person to Professor Jacob Santana, Ph.D., D.Eng., M.D. and a few other letters Conrad didn't understand. Under that was his address, which it turned out was the house just a half block away. He hadn't seen this paper on any other post, maybe it was the only one around. It had to be good, it HAD to.
Conrad went over to the house and rang the bell at the end of the cobbled walk. The door was opened after a delay and he entered a room that was filled with electronic gear and items that looked like it had been transplanted from a future century. Dr. Frankenstein had nothing on Dr. Santana when it came to clear globes going "zap" between each other!
Dr. Santana himself was of middle-age but not too old, perhaps in his fifties and he peered at Conrad. "Does your family know you're here?" he inquired. Conrad answered in the negative and a detailed set of questions followed and Dr. Santana ended with a sigh. "Well, there is theoretically nothing that can go wrong, all my experimental animals I have sent through and brought back without a problem. Promise me, Conrad, that you will re-enter the portal in three hours' time. It will reappear at that time after I start it. Just be at that position in three hours and I will reopen it and you will walk back through. I will pay you and you will be done. All right?"
"Okay, but what portal?"
"Didn't I tell you? Oh, I didn't. It's a portal to another world. It's time for a human to go through and I can't, I am limited to sending no more than a hundred and twenty-five pounds weight. You weigh less than that, yes?"
"Yes, sir, I weigh one hundred and fifteen pounds," Conrad said. "So I have the job, sir?"
"Yes, and let us do the experiment right now, if you please. The longer I wait, the longer the danger is that someone will come and try to stop me. I cannot have that. I am too close to full success. A new world we can move to would be a great boon to Mankind. You will be a hero when you return."
"All right," Conrad said.
"And if you don't come back, I'll pay a generous benefit to your family." Professor Santana added. "I have plenty of money for such things, never fear."
Conrad was nervous when he heard that part, but the portal opened, he screwed up his courage, and walked into the portal. There was a split second of disorientation and then he found himself standing on firm ground again.
He blinked and looked around. A city was around him and men and boys of all ages were looking at him, and then, as of one accord, they cheered. Conrad blinked, looked around and realized that they were cheering him! But why?
"Welcome, welcome!" someone said nearby. Conrad turned and looked to see a very handsome young man of approximately twenty-five standing nearby. "Come, come, you have much to see and learn and experience!" The man towered over him at six foot five, had hair of a bronze brown tone, his eyes were steel gray, and his musculature almost rolled around in his frame as he moved, they were so big and toned and beautiful. He wore what can only be called a body-fitting tunic a beautiful turquoise color that hung from his shoulders, exposing his arms and covered him from there to halfway to his knees, those and sandals seemed to be his only garb. Everyone else Conrad seemed to see were similarly dressed in a variety of colored tunics, some quite ornate. Only Conrad wore a shirt and pants which attracted quite a bit of curious attention, though nobody else approached. They were all interested, but not enough to interfere with the man who had arrived first.
"But, but...." Conrad felt himself being tugged along, and away from the portal. "I need to stay here!"
"Huh? Oh, your portal? When do you need to be back?"
"Three hours."
"We can have you back by then, if that's what you want. We never keep anyone here against their will. Everyone you see here is a volunteer, we've all stayed here by choice."
"You have?" Conrad was astonished. "Did Professor Santana send all of you here?"
"Who? Oh, the man who sent you here!" The man laughed. "We'll explain it in a moment. May I have the honor of being your personal guide for the next three hours? It is a special privilege here."
"All right, I guess," Conrad said.
"Thank you, my name is Myvo. I came here some ten years ago when I was your age, from my own version of Earth. What's your name?"
"Conrad. What do you mean, your version?"
"I should explain now. Have you ever heard the theory of the multiverses?"
"Uhhh, somewhat."
"Everything that can happen does happen, and in happening, splits the universe into two universes, both equally probable. It's not that cut-and-dried, but the universe does multiply across the tau-universe...think of the tau-universe as an ocean and the universe you lived in and this one as two bubbles in that ocean right next to each other, okay?"
"Okay." Conrad said slowly.
"Bubbles move around and sometimes intersect and pop into each other to form one bubble, that happens a lot when they first form. Some bubbles like this one are huge and a lot of smaller universes, a whole lot, like yours, are attached to it, you can imagine that, right? One big bubble with a lot of smaller ones around it?"
"Sure."
"Your professor can punch through that connection but only a little tiny bit, enough to let small things through, like little boys. Like I was when my universe did and you when your professor caused your universe to let you through. Have you got all that?"
"I guess. Yeah, I get it!" Conrad said, as a flash of the logic punctured through to him. "So we're in a new universe from my own."
"Right, it's much the same as yours or mine was, only it never developed people. Only those who have come through from the other universes. They've been doing that at different rates for a long, long time. The portals only allow men to come through, so we are a universe of just men in this utopia we have built. Unless the portal reopens for us to return to our particular universe, we don't know where we would end up if we went through another one. So we stay, here and happy. Most people, when they see our world, do decide to stay."
"Okay, so show me why I should stay," Conrad agreed. "As long as you promise to take me back at the end of three hours if I want to go."
"That is a promise." Myvo said. "Please, now let me show you around our city, it is but one of the many on this Earth."
"All right," Conrad agreed, "What can we see first?" He was eager to see new things, as long as he had a personal guide to this new world.
"I suggest a visit to the oil baths, it is unique to our world, and you will enjoy it immensely." Myvo replied.
Conrad blinked at that. "All right."
"The oil is obtained from the fruit of a plant that grows wild over most of this planet, and is very thin and washes off with water, still it lifts away all grime and soothes your body like a soft lotion and is very pleasant feeling and smelling," Myvo explained as they walked. "I'll join you in the bath. The oil is not slippery, but you may want help bathing."
"Uhhh, all right." Conrad blinked but didn't argue.
The bath was a large one, recessed into the floor, surrounded by tiles that had very small ridges in them that weren't uncomfortable and provided traction. Myvo stood and took off his sandals near these tiles and motioned to Conrad to join suit in disrobing, Conrad gulped and did so. The attendants that came to help seemed amused at his underwear, for Myvo didn't wear any at all and perhaps that was the norm here. He pulled off his tunic and he was completely bare and he stepped into the bath and waited patiently for Conrad.
Naked himself, Conrad waded in, he found the bath was concave but not slippery as Myvo said, he ended up next to Myvo but not forcibly so, that was where the bath was deepest. Myvo stood up to his waist, Conrad was up to his pectorals. The oil was indeed pleasant and thin almost as thin as water, and Myvo sluiced the oil up onto Conrad's body and rubbed it into his hair. Conrad ended up coated thoroughly in oil and Myvo was rubbing his hands over his body all over, very intimately. He got to Conrad's testicles and the boy flinched back when Myvo reached there.
"It's all right, Conrad," Myvo said soothingly. "This is a bath, let me touch you. You can touch me everywhere, too, all you want. Enjoy the bath, it's better when another bathes you in an oil bath."
Conrad relented and the fingers did bathe his cock and balls very gently and firmly and even as his cock stiffened, the man simply treated the erection as a normal reaction and that gave him courage. Myvo continued until he had rubbed the oil all over Conrad down to his knees, then he said, "Now, it is your turn do to the same to me." He squatted down to bury his body in oil down to his shoulders and smiled.
Stirred by the attention and the oil's feeling all over him, Conrad eagerly applied the oil to Myvo's hair and scratched it in, making it shine and glow even more. This oil was undoubtedly why his very body seemed to gleam all over, why all the people glowed all over. He did the same to Myvo's head and face, carefully not getting it in his eyes or up his nose, and then he got to rub over the muscles of the man's body, feeling the heavy, globular musculature that seemed alive under his flesh, well, it was alive, but they seemed to move as he rubbed on them, purring at his strokes. When he got lower, Myvo stood up and it was time for Conrad to rub the lower body and he hesitated but Myvo smiled kindly at him and he rubbed away. The man's cock was hard as a rock under there and he gripped and fondled the huge rod and when he had rubbed it throughly, he did the same to the massive balls under it, the pubic hairs making them furry orbs that were so warm and rich under his hands. Leaving them was something he was reluctant to do, and Myvo was breathing hard but Conrad rubbed the man's thick thighs. Stopping at the knees, Conrad was also panting when he asked, "Now what?"
"Now, if I may, I will show you what we do next," Myvo heaved out. He gently turned Conrad around and said, "The oil will make this painless, I assure you. It is one of its qualities and this will also lubricate you within."
Conrad didn't need to ask what he meant, but at his moment, he didn't care. "All right," he breathed.
Myvo's cock was some eight inches long, uncut and smoothly coated in its foreskin and cockskin. The oil was as he said and Conrad only sighed as the oil they were submerged in let Myvo push into him as easily as if he was slipping his hand into Conrad's. The pleasure of the prick in his ass was immeasurable, for the cock slid across the boy's prostate and he experienced a joy he had never felt before and he gasped and moaned and Myvo's lubricated hands caught his chest and held him in place before he fell into the oil face-first.
The attendants simply smiled at each other and left, carrying their clothes with them. Conrad saw but didn't care, this delight was immense and amazing. A whole new world had opened up to him and he wanted to experience it, experience it all! He moaned and groaned and cried out, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, Myvo!"
"Yes, Conrad, yes, yes, I know, the experience is wonderful the first time, but it does get even better now that you have learned what to do, the oil is always here for your need and now that is inside you from my cock, you can take anyone the rest of the day, for the oil will cling to you and not transfer to the man who has entered you. Enjoy this, delight in this, as I show you the world and its wonders, for here we are all free and equal, and you can live as you will and never be alone or afraid again."
"I understand," Conrad sighed. "Keep moving and move faster, please!"
"Yes, faster," Myvo agreed and began to move even quicker.
"Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah!" Conrad grunted.
"Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhhh!" Myvo moaned as he sped up his thrusts and his body was smooth speed in the thin, forgiving oil.
"Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ohhhh, Myvo, uhhhh, do you have, uhhhhhh, one of these, ahhhhh oil baths, uhhhhhh, in your.....guhhhhhhhhhh, in your own home?" Conrad queried.
Myvo chuckled gently, despite his shortened breaths, "No, but, uhhhhhh, I have my...uhhhhh, own little, uhhhhh, designs....ahhhhh! To make my trysts, uhhhhhh, delightful," he gasped out. "I hope, uhhhh, that I....guhhhhh! Can show....guhhhh! Them to you! Gahhhhh! Oh, oh, Conrad, I'm about to come!"
"Yes, yes, do it, do it!" Conrad groaned.
"GAHHH, GAHHH, GAHHH, GAHHHH, UHHHH, UHHHH, UHHHH, HAH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH, HUH-HUH-HUH, UHHHHH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Myvo moaned out and he shuddered and shook and his cock exploded on his last syllable, squirting hot come-juice into Conrad's bowels, a heavy series of jizz-wads that peppered his inner bowels with the hearty seed of masculine magical mixture, the elixir of ecstasy, the philtre of the penis that forms the new generation with its power.
Conrad felt it pouring into him and his own joy erupted with the power of the come pounding on his prostate over and over, and he groaned out, "AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AHHHHHHHHH, HAH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" and his own joy-jism jetted into the oil in pearly beads that was absorbed and lost in the soft, generous liquid that gave and gave and asked nothing in return.
Done, the two staggered out of the bath and lay on the thick mat that was there for them to drain off the oil before scrubbing any remaining oil from their bodies. The mat and the towels the attendants (who must have been watching) came out on cue and provided them with towels of a size and consistency that seemed to wick the oil away from their flesh, leaving only a minor amount which the skin drank in happily, leaving their skin that shiny quality that Conrad had admired, his own shone now! The attendants stayed to help them towel thoroughly and were as unabashed at touching Conrad intimately as Myvo had been; by now, Conrad was inured to this touch. His body didn't stir, he was satiated, as was Myvo.
Conrad was provided with a body-fitting tunic like Myvo's, only in a deeper blue hue the color of the sky, it complemented but didn't match the shade of Myvo's. He was also given sandals that fit him. "Where are my own clothes?"
"They are being cleaned and will be at the portal if you decide to go back." Myvo said. He was getting dressed and Conrad did the same, the tunic and sandals were easy to put on. "Do you have a family who needs you?" Myvo inquired.
"Yes, they...." Conrad paused. His labor would not do anything material for his family for years. And the Professor was rich, if he didn't go back, the Professor had said he would provide for his mother and siblings. "I have to think about that."
"You have still two hours to decide," Myvo said. "And if you can come back, you will be welcome."
He would not be allowed to come back, Conrad knew.
"What would you like to see next?" Myvo asked him as he held out his hand to Conrad.
Conrad slipped his hand into Myvo's. "How about you take me to see your home, I'd like to see the fittings you have for your trysts."
Myvo smiled and they walked out together.
Professor Santana opened the portal at the appointed time but nothing came through the portal. He briefly debated about trying to go through, but he knew better than to try, he had tried to send through a cow and the cow had died a horrible death. He sighed, if only he could get someone small enough to go through the portal who would be able to return, he could learn about what was on the other side of that portal. Dogs, cats and such just didn't tell him anything! Only that whatever was on the other side of that portal, it didn't kill them. Young Conrad was alive over there, at least, but he would be trapped as soon as the portal was closed. More than three hours, the portal would open in another place, he had learned that the hard way with his animals.
He sighed, called his accountant, and made arrangements to set up a generous trust fund for young Conrad's family, they would be well cared for, for the rest of their lives. He also sent a kindly note, telling them in sincere but vague words what had happened to their son, that he had aided him in an experiment and had become trapped, "a victim of the dimensional portal."
Why didn't Conrad come back? What was the youngster going through on the other side of that portal? All he knew about that place was that a person could survive and nothing more. Maybe the teenager was suffering the most horrible, terrible punishment possible, experiencing excruciating pain and torment making it impossible for him to crawl or limp back to the portal which lay some impossible short distance away. He must try again, keeping the portal open for a much shorter time this next time.
He would leave the note on the pole open and see who answered the message next.
He got such an answer only four days later. Teddy, a youth of thirteen, black-haired, dark-eyed, eager and young and cute as he could be, wanted to earn the money that he could offer. His family was in an awful state and he had to get money for them somehow.
Professor Santana agreed, and this time set the dimensional portal to open again at only one hour from the first opening.
Teddy didn't come home either. Another victim of the dimensional portal.
THE END
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