Jay

Nog
A Jake Sisko Fan-fiction

The Lesson

t-alien – mast

Stardate 46679.8. Thirteen-year-old Jake flopped down in the chair, the perfect picture of despair and teen angst. Sitting opposite him, his best friend, Nog, crossed his arms on the table and pressed his bulbous forehead against them.

"Well, well, aren't we the happy duo tonight," observed Nog's uncle as he approached their table. "I thought you were dating the Flynn sisters?" The two boys did not even look up. Quark glanced at one and then the other. Teenagers! He gave a silent prayer of thanks for not having children. "So, what can I get you? Two Antillian Sunrises? Large root beers? We have some nice fresh Ferengi tube worms, Nog. And for you, Jake, I suppose you'd like something disgusting from Earth-maybe a chocolate shake and large fries with gravy."

"I'm too depressed to eat," sighed Jake.

"I'm too depressed to even think about eating," came Nog's muffled rejoiner.

"Well, go be depressed somewhere else," Quark snapped. "If you aren't going to order anything, leave this table for paying customers."

The boys knew from his tone of voice there was no arguing. Quark was always serious when it came to money. The two teenagers dragged themselves to their feet and shuffled out of Quark's. They walked over to the railing and glanced down at the concourse below. It was their favourite spot, the spot where they had first met shortly after Jake had arrived on the space station. That had been four months ago.

"Oh man, am I horny," groaned Jake.

"I'm beyond horny. I'm… well, whatever is beyond horny."

"I'd be getting laid right now if you hadn't screwed things up," Jake observed bitterly.

"Me? Me? What about you?"

"I didn't do anything."

"Now that's the fucking truth. You just sat there, like a Jovarian warthog. No, a Jovarian warthog would have shown more life."

"Well, even if that was so, which it isn't, that is a hell of a lot better than laying on my back in the atrium and ordering my date to feed me grapes."

"Feeding a man is a woman's place on Ferenginar. On Earth too. Remember that video Mrs. O'Brien showed us in school on… on…"

"On the Romans. But that was three millennia ago."

"An old custom on both planets."

Jake sighed. There was no explaining things to Nog once he had made his mind up on something. He had learned that quickly when he had agreed to teach Nog how to read. "Well, what really pissed Gritta off was your crack about her dress."

"What? She asked what I thought of it, and I told her she would look better out of it."

"She was looking for a complement."

"That was a complement. Her body is too good to be hiding behind clothing. Besides, it was a subtle hint that we should both get naked."

"You're as subtle as a load of titanium."

"So, I suppose talking endlessly about that place on Earth… what was it, Niagra Falls… was going to get you in Girra's panties?"

"That is a very romantic place. All the lovers on Earth go there. I was just setting the mood."

"My idea of setting the mood is stroking a woman's boobs," leered Nog.

"And sucking on them."

"And stroking her ass."

"And running your fingers up along her thighs and along her pussy."

"Ah yeah, her pussy."

"Yeah," sighed Jake. The two boys stared out at the deck below but were not really seeing anything. Jake slowly slid his hand up his thigh and over to his crotch. He tried to discretely straighten out his stiffie so it was not so uncomfortable, and so it was not so obvious. He should have known that with Nog's many years as a thief, his young pal did not miss anything.

"Got a problem. Jako?" asked Nog, breaking out into a grin of little pointed teeth.

Jake held his hand in front of his telltale bulge and blushed.

"Let's have a look," Nog teased, pushing Jake's hand away.

"Nog, stop it," Jake whispered, glancing around worriedly.

"My, my, did you sneak a garlic pickle or something out of my uncle's in your pants, Jake?" Nog asked loudly. If he was not going to lose his virginity this night, he could at least tease Jake. That could be as much fun.

"Nog, I mean it."

Nog made a grab for Jake's crotch and then made a fake punch to his face. As Jake raised his hands in reflex, Nog grabbed his friend's protruding stiff with his other hand. Nog had heard that Humans were various sizes but that Afro-American Humans were especially well hung. From the size of the stiffie he had in his fingers, that rumour was true. "I'd say you got a big problem, Jake," Nog said as Jake twisted away.

"Yeah, well, looks like you got the same problem," Jake replied, managing to give his buddy a feel.

The two boys began a game of 'grab', dodging each other and the pedestrians on the Promenade as they tried to grope each other and avoid being groped themselves. In their fun and youthful enthusiasm, they ignored the glares and muttered curses of those they bumped into.

"Uh, oh, here comes Odo," Nog warned.

The two boys stopped instantly and simultaneously dropped their hands in front of their bulging crotches.

"What have I told you boys about horseplay on the Promenade?" Odo asked angrily.

"We weren't-," began Nog.

"We're sorry," Jake interrupted. The last thing he wanted at that moment was a lengthy lecture from the Chief of Security. The longer he was there, the more likely he would see what he and Nog were trying to hide. He was even more observant than Nog. If he noticed, Odo would surely tell his father, and his father would feel it necessary to talk to him about having a stiffie, and he would die.

"It's late. I think you boys had better beat it."

"Absolutely," guffawed Nog. "Actually, we were planning on doing just that when you arrived," he continued with a twinkle in his eye. Odo looked at him suspiciously. "Isn't that right Jake? We were just saying we should beat it weren't we?"

"Ah, yeah, right."

Nog choked as he held back his laughter. Odo knew the teenagers were lying. Nog he would not hesitate accusing, but he couldn't very well accuse the Commander's son. Besides, Jake was basically a good kid. Nog was the bad influence. When Jake's father had tried to keep the two boys apart, Odo had been in full agreement. This was a good example why, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Then be gone with you."

Nog turned and began to leave. Jake just stood there, wondering how he was going to move in his condition. "Well Jake?" called Nog.

"I'm coming."

Nog doubled over and sprayed spit a metre in front of him has he repressed his laughter. Odo shook his head as he watched the two boys hurry down the corridor. Teenagers, who could figure them?

"You boys should beat it! If he only knew, eh?" snickered Nog once they were around the corner.

"Ah, yeah, right."

"And when you said 'I'm coming', that was priceless!"

Nog giggled and Jake gave a half-hearted chuckle. There were times he simply could not understand what Nog was talking about. In this case he was not sure if it was a culture thing, or if Nog was just being Nog.

"What's wrong?" Nog asked.

"Nothing."

"You don't get it," Nog suddenly concluded.

"Not exactly."

"You know, beat it," Nog grinned. Jake looked at him blankly. Nog curled his fingers against the tip of his thumb and jerked his wrist several times. "Jack off," he said when that did not elicit a response. "Do the bone dance." Jake shook his head. "Shit, Jake, when you get a stiffie, what do you do about it?"

"Do about it?"

"Yeah."

"Nothing."

"Your prick is sticking out like a Narwal horn, and you do nothing?"

"Well.…"

"Ah ha, so you do do something."

"Well, yeah," Jake said blushing again.

"And that is?"

"Jeez, Nog."

"Com'on."

"Squeeze it and stuff, alright?"

"What sort of stuff?" Nog asked gleefully. He was enjoying this immensely.

"You know," Jake replied uncomfortably.

"So.…"

"O.K. I fiddle with it. You satisfied?"

"It satisfy you?" Nog giggled.

"Yeah, alright, it does, so there. It feels good. At least it does until I stop. Then I'm just hornier than ever."

A suspicion suddenly crossed Nog's mind. After some moments thought, he asked, "When do you stop?"

"What's with the interrogation? You after Odo's job or something? What about you answering some questions? What do you do when you get a stiffie?"

"Same as you."

"And when do you stop?"

"When I cum."

"When you what?"

"Cum. Pop a nut. Shoot a load," Nog explained. Jake looked at him blankly. "You do know about making babies?"

"Of course, what do you think, I'm some little kid?"

"So you know about the guy making stuff that makes the baby."

"Yeah, his sperm. So?"

"So have you ever made it?"

"Of course not. We talked about this, remember? I'm a virgin, just like you."

Nog thought for a moment and then broke into a toothy grin. "Oh, Jako, my buddy, have I got something to teach you! Let's go to my place. My dad's on night shift."

"Well, alright, but my dad's expecting me home around eleven."

"That gives us plenty of time. Let's go."

Jake followed Nog to his quarters, still not fully understanding but knowing if Nog was in charge, it was likely to be fun, and likely to be forbidden. He was game for both.

Nog's room was a typical teenager's room. Clothes were draped over chairs and dressers and scattered on the floor. His desk was a clutter of homework, dirty glasses and dishes, and several music discs. A pinup of a Dabo girl, a poster of the Enterprise D, and a poster of the Nebula's, a hot teen musical group from Risa, were taped on the walls.

"So," said Nog as he pushed aside some clothing and sat on the edge of his bed, "You're not pulling my leg about never having heard about jacking off?"

"No, honest."

"Well, for starters then, show me what you meant when you said you fiddled with your prick."

"I don't have a stiffie now."

"Trust me, you soon will," Nog observed with a grin. "Just show me."

Jake hesitated and then figured why the hell not. Self-consciously reaching down, he squeezed and released his limp tube through the cloth of his baggy trousers and underwear several times, and ran his fingers up and down over the tip. It felt good even when it was limp.

"You ever do that without your clothes between your hand and your prick?"

"Yeah, sometimes, when I get a stiffie in bed."

"Let's take down our pants and underwear," Nog said, standing and unsnapping the snap at the top of his trousers without waiting for an answer.

Jake was right about one thing. This was definitely forbidden. He had a feeling there was a good chance it was going to be fun too. Nog had pushed his trousers down to his ankles and was standing there in his white briefs. They contrasted sharply with his orange skin. Slipping his fingers under the elastic band of his briefs, he pushed them down to his trousers. Jake had seen his prick plenty of times before, when they went swimming and when they took a leak together at the school's urinals, but he had had only the quickest of glimpses. Now he had an unobstructed view for as long as he wanted, but Jake was too embarrassed to look directly at him.

Instead, Jake glanced down as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the top of his trousers, and pulled down his fly. He let the baggy trousers drop and he hesitated for a moment. He knew Nog didn't have the same inhibitions as he did and was watching him intently. Slipping his hands under the band of his boxers, he pushed them down to his ankles. He'd done that thousands of times, but this time it seemed so awkward. As he straightened up, he slowly looked up at Nog. Nog was staring at his genitals, just as he thought he would be. From the look on his face, he seemed impressed. He should. Jake was well hung for thirteen. His black tube was four inches soft and two fingers thick, and his nuts were the size of kiwis.

"Come sit down beside me," Nog offered, swinging his feet up onto the bed and moving over to the far side.

Jake joined him. Even sitting up with his back against the headboard, his legs almost extended to the foot of the bed. He was tall and lanky for a thirteen-year-old, and was almost two feet [50 cm] taller than Nog.

"Now then, this is what I was thinking when Odo told us to beat it," Nog continued.

Jake watched as Nog reached down and began to fiddle with his cock. Nog's orange-tinted body was completely hairless, even the triangle of his stomach above his prick. His prick was only three inches [7 cm] and slender, not much bigger than a man's thumb. He did not appear to have any foreskin, and the knob instead of being hemisphered like a human's, was dome-shaped and flanged. Nog shook his limp organ at the base, causing it to wag up and down. He tugged on it. His cock slowly began to swell.

Jake's also began to grow, and he was not even touching his. He reached down now though, and began to fiddle with the growing flesh just as he sometimes did before falling asleep. Jake was circumcised so that his skin easily slid back, revealing his knob. He rolled it between his thumb and fingers. It felt good playing with it, and having Nog watching him made it even more pleasurable than usual.

Nog was watching Jake closely. He had learned about jacking off at the age of eleven from a Markalian, and over the past two years he had jacked off plenty of times on his own and with a variety of boys of different races, but this was the first Human he had ever had the experience with. Jake was certainly proof of the rumour that black Humans had big pricks. His stiffie was close to five-and-a-half inches [14 cm] long and if Humans were like Ferengi, he still had several years of growing ahead of him. He had a small tangle of coarse hair at the base, though he still had none on his stomach or chest nor any under his armpits.

Jake could not help comparing also. Although Nog was six months older, his full stiffie was only four inches [10 cm] . His balls were hairless and smooth, like two orbs of gold, and they were much bigger, the size of hen's eggs. Nog had wrapped his fingers about his golden orange organ and was slowly working his fist up and down from the base to under the knob. He did not continue up over the knob, knowing that to touch the sensitive glans would only hasten the end, and he did not want this to end too soon.

Squeezing his now stiff cock with his thumb and first two fingers just below the knob, Jake slowly drew his fingers down the shaft, drawing the foreskin down. He shivered with the burning stimulation along the ridge of his glans. He slowly reversed the motion, forcing the skin back up over the knob and repeating the sensation. He paused just below his cockhead and repeated the action. As he slowly worked his fingers up and down his stiff organ, he wondered if Nog was feeling the same pleasure as he was. He had no way of knowing Nog was wondering the same thing about him.

"So, this is beating it," Jake observed.

"Yeah," replied Nog. "So what do you think?"

"Feels great. I've never done it to myself this long before."

"Why have you stopped?"

Jake shrugged. He did not want to admit he did not know there was more to it.

"Well, keep going and you'll be surprised how it's going to feel."

Jake continued, but personally wondered if Nog really knew what he was talking about. It felt not much different than it had a minute ago, or a minute before that. Maybe it was different for humans than it was for Ferengi. As he continued to work his hand up and down his tingling shaft, he watched Nog doing the same. It was exciting and much more fun doing this with a buddy than by himself, that he had to admit.

Just as he was about to suggest that he had had enough, a change came over his penis. At one moment the knob was tingling and hot, and the next his entire organ went all numb and felt even more swollen than it had previously. Jake immediately stopped what he was doing.

"What's wrong?" asked Nog.

"It feels weird, like it's sprained or something."

"Oh yeah, you're close! Keep doing it."

"Close?"

"Just keep beating, Jake. Trust me."

Knowing better than to trust him, Jake glanced down at Nog uncertainly. Nog grinned assuredly, his eyes sparkling and his sharp teeth showing between his parted lips. He was about to witness Jake's very first orgasm. That was going to be almost as good as reaching his own, which at the moment he was desperately trying to hold back. This being his first experience with a Human, combined with the sight of Jake's huge black prick and his pure innocence, was making this a major turn-on. And to think that just four months ago Jake's goodness had been the reason he wanted nothing to do with him!

With all the temptations available to Nog what with his uncle owing the casino and holosuites and with both his father and uncle dealing with the more unsavoury inhabitants of the universe, Nog had had many pleasurable experiences in his young life. He could think of few that were making him feel as great as he was feeling at the moment! He strained to hold himself back as Jake slowly resumed pumping his thumb and two fingers up and down his numb, blood-engorged organ.

"Ah!" Jake exclaimed as it hit him a minute later.

Before he could say anymore, it was happening. He tried desperately to stem the flow he felt coursing up his cock but he could no more stop it than he could stop a geyser from erupting. He stared in wide-eyed wonder as his semen blasted out of his burning cock, flying into the air and landing back on his stomach hot and slimy. The second blast landed in his coarse black hairs. The third splatted on his thigh and began to ooze down toward the bedcover. Jake trembled with the violent explosion and his mind reeled. His cock burned with a pain and pleasure never imagined, and his loins were numb and weak. He gasped and sighed as his hot, sticky jism oozed out of his black tube and down over his grasping fingers and onto his tight balls. It was his first orgasm in his young life, and his cum was viscous and copious.

Nog could stand it no more. He arched his hips and cried out as he shot his jism high into the air. Unlike Jake's creamy white load, his had a mild yellow tint to it. The dual excitement of jacking off for the first time with a Human and knowing this was Jake's virgin experience had really turned Nog on. It had been some time since he'd ejaculated so violently and with so much jism. It landed in large thick gobs on his hairless stomach and thighs and flowed over his fingers and his balls.

As Jake watched his pal shooting his load, he knew exactly how he was feeling, and that knowledge made him feel as if he was part of Nog's orgasm. That was a great feeling.

Finally spent, the two boys lay back on the bed and inhaled deeply. The scent of fresh semen, Human and Ferengi, filled the room.

"So," said Nog at last, "what do you think?"

"Fuck! It felt like a supernova was exploding between my legs!"

"It did, and you've got nova all over you," Nog grinned.

"And now nova ova," Jake said sadly and the two boys giggled hysterically at the silly rhyme.

"It might be 'ova', but there'll be plenty more," said Nog.

"You can take that to the bank," Jake responded.

Smiles curling their lips, the two boys sat there side by side lost in thought. Jake sighed with the feeling of immense relief and satisfaction from his first ejaculation. Nog sighed with the warm feeling of having shared a secret that guys have passed on to each other since the beginning of time. Both would agree that Nog's lesson was a hell of a lot better than Jake's lessons on learning how to read. It was also going to be a lot more fun practising!

The Homework Break

t-alien – mast oral

Stardate 47286.8. Two vector spaces V(F) and W(F) over the field of scalars F are isomorphic provided there is a one-to-one correspondence between the elements of V and the elements of W which is preserved under the arithmetic of the two spaces.

"Oh man, I'm never going to understand this, not if I live to be a hundred," moaned Jake as he leaned back in his chair.

"At the rate you're going, you'll be a hundred and still in school," his pal Nog joked, but there was a thinly veiled hint of exasperation in his voice.

Nog was not one to hide his opinions or his feelings from anyone, not even his best friend. Actually, having a best friend was something Nog was having difficulty getting use to. The two main adults in his life for the past eight years had been his father, a weak-spined individual who worked as a waiter for his domineering brother, and his father's brother, Quark, a greedy casino operator up front and a conniving black marketeer behind the scenes. Neither adult was an inspiring model of comradery and friendship for the young Ferengi. In fact, when the Federation took over the space station almost eleven months ago, his uncle had planned on leaving. He would have left had Commander Sisko, Jake's father, not threatened to jail Nog over some petty misunderstanding about a theft from the assay office if he did. As for his father, the only reason he had agreed to Nog going to school was because his father hoped it would help his inter-cultural sense for profit making.

As it turned out, Jake had a bit of a daring and independent streak, which was something Nog could appreciate. Besides, Nog found having someone his age he could confide in and talk to a pleasant surprise. There had been few boys on the space station under the Cardassians, and the few he had met were hardly the type that a person would confide in unless it was to do something boys were not supposed to be doing, a situation Nog had often found himself in.

Nog also found he was a natural when it came to mathematics. So, while Jake helped him learn to read and write and badgered him to do his history homework, Nog helped Jake get through mathematics. That was just one of several ways the two thirteen-year-old boys complemented each other.

"Wanna take a break?" Jake asked hopefully.

"Sure. Want something to eat?"

"Pizza?"

"The usual?"

"Sure. With a chocolate milk, large."

While Nog ordered their snack from the replicator, Jake tried to solve the math problem, but it was no use. He gladly put his homework aside as Nog returned with the pizza. That was one of the few foods that the two teenagers could agree upon, deep dish pizza with extra cheese. Of course they had different toppings. Jake's half was salami, green peppers and mushrooms. Nog's half was chew grubs and flaked blood fleas, and his drink was snail juice. It had taken each boy half a dozen attempts before getting use to eating in front of the other. The boys attacked their snack in silence for a while.

"So, how's your uncle now?" Jake asked.

"A bit better," Nog replied. It had been over a week since the discovery that Quark's new assistant Pel, who had been such a big help in negotiations with the Dozai, had really been an ambitious Ferengi female. That had not only been a major shock for Quark, but had thoroughly shaken up Nog too. Nog's concept of the role of females could not accept such subterfuge, and certainly not success in business. After all, the ninety-fourth Rule of Acquisition clearly stated females and finances do not mix.

"Pel certainly did fool everyone."

"She was such a shrewd negotiator," Nog said, still shaking his head in disbelief. "It's a good thing my dad checked her out and found the truth. Who would have thought someone with such lobes would be a female?"

"Well, females are more than a pussy and a pair of boobs."

"They aren't supposed to be."

Jake rolled his eyes but did not try to argue. True to his Ferengi upbringing, Nog was convinced that females had been created to serve males and bear their children and nothing else. Jake knew no amount of arguing was going to change that. "I wish I hadn't mentioned boobs and pussy. Now I'm horny!"

"Jako, you're always horny."

"Well, jeez, I can't help it. I never used to be, you know, not until that night you showed me how to jack off."

"Yeah, right," Nog replied. It was his turn to roll his eyes. That had been four months ago, and ever since that night the two of them had done the bone dance together, it seemed like Jake was always wanting to drop his pants and beat off.

"So, you wanna do it?" Jake asked.

"You're not going to leave it be until we do, are you?"

"No," Jake said with a wide grin.

"Then I guess we better or we will never get our homework done."

As the two teenagers unzipped their trousers and pushed down their pants and underwear, Nog thought back to his own discovery about sex. It had been when he was nine, two years after his father and he had joined Quark on the space station, back when it was called Terek Nor. He had been spying on his uncle and Natima Lang, a Cardassian journalist, in the hopes of discovering some illicit deal they were cooking up and cutting himself in on it somehow. Instead, he had discovered that a Ferengi's lobes might be one of the most erogenous zones on a Ferengi body, but the piss hose between his legs was a close second. He had lain there in the dark and had fingered his little two-inch [5 cm] stiffie while watching his uncle hammer the Cardassian silly for close to an hour.

He had fingered himself many times since that night, but it was not until a Deltan boy arrived on the station when he was eleven that he knew anyone else who did it. The Deltans being known for their sexuality, Nog had sought the boy out as soon as he discovered he was on the station and he was not disappointed. The boy was two years older than he, and taught him some of the finer techniques of the bone dance before engaging him in mutual masturbation. The two of them were sitting in a topical forest in one of his uncle's holosuites one afternoon shortly after that, their engorged, irritated organs in each other's hands, their faces flushed with sexual arousal, and their bald heads beaded with sweat, when Nog had his first ejaculation.

He had jacked off many nights since then with various boys of assorted species that ended up at Terek Nor. Mostly it was just something guys did to relieve the sexual tension built up by their teenage hormones, but it was also something secret and forbidden, so something challenging to do. Most of the boys he only saw for a week or a month and they'd be gone, many of them never to return. That was how life was on Terek Nor.

It was different with Jake. He had known the African-American youth now for nine months, and they had been jacking off together for the past four. Nog had never known anyone his age for that length of extended time, let alone engage in anything intimate so frequently.

His trousers and boxers about his ankles, Jake was thinking back in time too as he sat there beside Nog on Nog's bed. His mother had died when he was only two, and he had lived on four different starships and two different planets during his father's career before arriving at Terek Nor, which they now called Deep Space Nine. Moving around like that, he had learned how to assess the situation fast and learn what he had to in order to fit in. That was how it had been when he had arrived at the space station.

It had not taken him long to figure out who the key players were, both the officers under his father and the civilians, and what each person's likes and dislikes were. Within a month the young black teenager knew what he had to say or do with each adult to get way with whatever he wanted, and what not to say and when to avoid each person when the person was in a bad mood.

He had approached Nog that way, watching him from a distance, noting his strengths and weaknesses, noticing his habits. Jake longed for a friend his age, and at that time Nog was the only other teenager on the station. Both his father and Nog's father did not want the two boys to see each other. His father felt Nog would be a bad influence, and Rom, Nog's dad, did not want his son associating with humans.

Jake was leery about getting too close to the Ferengi himself, but for totally different reasons. He had formed many friendships in the past and just when he and the other boy were becoming best buddies, his father would get transferred and Jake would be yanked along with him. There was no reason to suspect the same would not happen at Deep Space Nine. In fact the situation was so tense and the dangers were so high, it was even more likely. Jake's inner fear of forming friendships was beginning to develop in the youth an aloofness and coldness that were against his nature.

Despite his fears, Jake could not help connecting with Nog. With Nog's infectious smile, his impish daring, and his basic goodness despite the troubles he got into, one could not help but like the young Ferengi. They had a rocky start, but the two boys found they actually had a lot in common. Both had single parents, both were seeking their independence, and both found events happening around them intriguing, especially the forbidden ones. Both were curious about sex, and they were both teenagers. Their differences in colour, in background, and in abilities just made their friendship all the more unique, and all the stronger. It seemed each one's strength complemented the other's weakness so that together they were invincible.

For Jake, the night Nog had introduced him to jacking off cemented their friendship. He glanced over at the little Ferengi. Nog was using his thumb and first two fingers to pull on his prick, a slender, orange tube with a bulbous, flanged knob.

"You know, your prick looks like a Phylloporus rhodoxanthus."

"Oh yeah, well yours looks like a big black leech." Nog retorted. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "What is a Phyllo whatus anyway?"

"A large mushroom my father uses in a lot of his recipes."

"So it's edible."

"Dad says my grandfather claims there is no other as tasty."

"Well, the same goes for this," Nog said with a twinkle in his eyes as he wagged his still swelling tube.

"Oh yeah? Let's see," Jake said on impulse.

Before Nog could respond, Jake slid off the bed and dropped to his knees. Spreading apart Nog's slim legs, Jake shuffled between them and held up Nog's cock at the root. He gave the semierect organ a lick from the base to the tip. Although almost fourteen, Nog was totally hairless, as were all Ferengi. Jake licked his large, smooth balls, the golden orbs the size of hens' eggs, and then slipped his mouth over Nog's prick. He sucked on his cock gently, and Jake became rock hard as he felt Nog's cock swell and harden in his mouth.

For Nog, this was just one more example of the insanity of his thirteen-year-old black friend. A Ferengi male would never do such a thing. Of course, that was something no Ferengi could do with a Ferengi's finely sharped teeth. One wrong move and those pointed teeth could do a man serious damage. The image of his shredded prick caused it to falter in its growth. The effect was only momentary. After all, he was a teenager, and his cock was responding with the usual teenage zeal.

His claim to manhood had been growing this past year, and when stiff was now just over four-and-a-half inches [11½ cm]. Jake had all of it in his mouth and was slowly working his lips up and down the shaft while gently sucking on it. He ran his tongue over the flanged, dome-shaped knob and savoured the spicy flavour of the Ferengi boy's cock. Jake heard Nog inhale sharply and he ran his tongue over his friend's sensitive knob again.

Until that moment, the only knowledge Jake had about blow jobs was what he had overheard two engineers discussing a couple days ago when his father had sent him to give Chief O'Brien something. He did not know why he had followed his impulse to do it to Nog. That was very atypical of him, but he was glad he had followed his impulse. Not only was he thoroughly enjoying this, but so was Nog, and knowing he was giving Nog so much pleasure increased his own.

He reached down and began to jack his stiffie. Although he was six months younger than Nog, Jake's cock was an inch longer and was still growing. He worked his fist up and down the black, five-and-three-quarter inches [14½ cm] of boy meat. To think just four months ago he did not know what pleasure his fist and his penis combined could bring.

Nog was breathing heavily. Among his many fantasies was to be given a blow job, and now that he was getting one, it was even more fantastic than he had imagined. The hot, moist mouth engulfing his stiff cock, the gentle suction, the hot breath blowing against his naked pubes, who could have even imagined such pleasure? And who would have imagined that the person giving him his first blow job would be his best friend, a guy? That bothered Nog a bit. It challenged his sensibility on what was male and female, but it was only a fleeting thought. Who could think with such pleasure assaulting one's mind? So he was being sucked off by a guy, it was a great feeling. He would worry about working out the meaning later.

Nog reached out and ran his fingers through the black boy's tight curly hair and caressed his ears. He knew humans did not have the same response to 'oo-mox' as a Ferengi did, but it was the best he could do under the circumstances. He inhaled deeply as he heard Jake swallow and as he felt a new flood of warm saliva flow over his cock. The Ferengi teenager clenched his fists as his buddy ran his tongue over the flattened rim of his glans, and he closed his eyes in ecstasy.

"Uh, Jako, I'm about to cum," Nog warned a couple minutes later. Jake continued to work his mouth up and down Nog's hot organ. "Uh, Jako, oh shit, its happening!"

Jake was ready. As Nog's organ throbbed between his lips, he prepared himself. The first thick, hot spurt hit the back of this mouth and he swallowed. More spurts followed, filling his mouth with hot, viscous Ferengi cum. He swallowed the yellow-tinted jism hungrily, the acidic flavour assaulting his taste buds and causing his mouth to fill with saliva. He sucked and swallowed noisily, spittle and yellow jism oozing out of the corners of his mouth and running down his chin.

Jake pounded his meat furiously and soon felt his own jism begin to surge up his stiff organ. Slipping his lips off Nog's cock, he fell back and aimed his black rod. His jizm shot out in thick ropes, flying into the air and landing on his stomach in thick, white globs, the hot, slimy jizm oozing over his black skin and collecting in blobs in his curly black hairs. Jake grunted and sighed with the exquisite pleasure of ejaculation.

The two boys lay on their back for a long time, reliving each moment of the past ten minutes, each trembling with the memory of orgasm and each relishing the post-climatic relief.

"Well," Jake finally said, "I guess its back to homework."

"If we get right on it, we should still have some time before my dad gets off work."

"To do what?" Jake asked with a sly smile.

"Just in case you're still hungry," Nog said, flashing him a toothy grin.

"Hey, I think we just found an incentive that might get me to actually like math."

"'Cept I doubt if we can mention it to Mrs. O'Brien," Nog said with a twinkle in his eyes.

The two boys laughed as they picked up their pencils and got back to their studies. In the future, homework wasn't going to be half bad at all!

Jake Loves Nog

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Stardate 48512.6. Jake Sisko stared at the date he had scratched into the bulkhead of loading dock G14. For the past hour he had been walking and thinking and trying to sort things out in his mind, and he finally had ended up at the loading dock. He had no idea why he had scratched the date into the beam. The piece of scrap metal just happened to be at his feet, and the blank grey wall was just there in front of him.

Jake sat down on the floor and stretched out his legs. At fourteen, he was now as tall as his dad and seemed to be all arms and legs. Lean and mean was how he liked to think of himself, but he knew gangly and awkward was a more apt description. Gangly, awkward and in a totally pissed mood. He had a lot on his mind, and none of it was pleasant.

First there was his dad, the Commander of the space station. Jake loved him, he loved him very much, and that was the problem. If he hated him, or despised him, it would have been easy to go against his wishes. He had to love him. His father had high expectations for him, but that was not surprising. His father set high expectations for himself and for every member of his crew, so why shouldn't he have high expectations for his son? The problem was what his father's expectations were. There was no way Jake was going to be able to meet them. The reason was simple-they were his father's expectations, not his. If he followed his heart, he was going to be a major disappointment to his father.

That was his second problem. He knew what he did not want to be, but he was not so sure what he wanted to be. His father wanted him to become a Starfleet officer. Jake had no desire to join Starfleet as anything. His apprenticeship with Chief O'Brien in engineering had been a total disaster. At the moment he enjoyed writing fantasies, and was thinking that would be a good occupation. As a career officer, his father would never understand why anyone would want to be a writer.

If his father could not understand that, he sure the hell was not going to understand the third, and biggest, problem Jake was wrestling with. If he could not tell his father he wanted to write fantasies for a living, how was he going to tell his father that he was gay?

Jake had only reached that conclusion himself a week ago. He had always preferred the company of boys as far back as he could remember. When he was a kid that was natural – boys preferred playing with boys and girls preferred playing with girls. When he entered his teens, he still did not feel anything for girls, but then some boys developed that interest later than others. There were not many girls on the frontier anyway.

Then he arrived at Deep Space Nine. Girls were still rare, but there were a few. The first had been Varis Sul, the thirteen-year-old Paqu Tetrarch of the Bajoran diplomatic corps. His interest back then had been more curiosity than anything else. Every thirteen-year-old boy wonders what a girl looks like naked, and what it would be like to make out. Nog was the one who had the serious crush on her, but then Nog was six months older than he was and had already turned fourteen.

The latest was Marta, a Dabo girl. Yeah, he had fantasies about humping her, but mostly he was interested in helping her with her studies so she could get out of working on the Dabo tables and enter the science academy. That was funny actually. Thinking his interest in Marta was sexual, his father had given him a disc called What Every Boy Needs to Know About Girls. Jake had given it only a cursory look, but had done a computer search and had found the companion disc What Every Girl Needs to Know About Boys which he had read more thoroughly. He also found a reference to What Boys Who Like Boys Need to Know, and although in a restricted bank, he managed to break the code and download it. Of all three, the latter was the one he devoured page by page, and he had found it all because of the disc his father had given him.

Ever since Nog had taught him about jacking off, he'd had fantasies about Nog and a few other males on the station. After he had given Nog his first blow job, those fantasies had increased, and after he had read the restricted file, those fantasies had become much more detailed. Even so, he still had thought his interest was just natural curiosity and teenage hormones. Then came the Bajoran Gratitude Festival.

With the arrival of Lwaxana everyone went a bit sex crazy, which was natural whenever Lwaxana was around. What nobody knew at the time was that she had also brought on board a virus that caused Santhi Fever. One effect of the Fever was that people on the ship began to reveal their secret hots for each other, Quark for Keiko, Bareil for Dax, Dax for his dad, Lwaxana for Odo, and Bashir for Kira. Jake found himself uncontrollably attracted to Julian Bashir, the station's medical doctor. He managed to hide his lust by pretending to be attracted to Kira also, thus allowing him to be in contact with Bashir as often as he could.

So, life was the shits. Throwing the scrap metal across the loading dock, Jake got up and headed for his room. He had no idea what he was going to do with his life. He was about to enter the quarters he and his father used when he heard his name being called. He recognized the voice of his best friend, Nog.

"Hi, Nog."

"I've been looking all over for you."

"Why? There something up?"

"No. Just looking for you, that's all."

Jake knew better. Nog was a terrible liar, which was unusual for a Ferengi. Something was definitely up.

"Wanna come in?"

"Sure."

"Can I get you anything?" Jake offered.

"Snail juice, cold."

Jake ordered it from the replicator along with a chocolate milk. He tried not to look at the slimy grey-green liquid as he handed it to Nog. Nog took a long swig and wiped his lips with the back of his sleeve.

"OK, what's up?"

"Up?"

"Something's on your mind, Nog."

"Yeah."

"So?" Jake asked with exasperation. Sometimes Nog could be so frustrating.

"I've decided."

"Decided what?"

"I want to enter Starfleet."

"What?"

"I want to enter Starfleet."

"I heard you the first time."

"Then why d—"

"Never mind," Jake said with a frown. "Hey," he continued with a shrug and a smile, "I think that's great."

"Yeah, right."

"What's the problem?"

"What's the problem the man says. What is the problem?"

"What is the problem?" Jake asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You think it's great. Well, Jako, you're the only one. Can you imagine what my father is going to say? Shit. He didn't even want me to learn how to read and write, remember? And my uncle Quark, what do you think he will say about a Ferengi who doesn't want to seek profits for a living? He'll send me back to Ferengar."

"I see your point."

"Then there's your father."

"What's my father got to do with it?"

"Ferengar is not a member of the Federation, remember? To get into Starfleet Academy, I need to be recommended by the captain of the space ship or space station. You know how your father feels about Ferengi, and about me in particular."

"Well, he has gotten less critical as he's gotten to know you."

"Oh great. What sort of recommendation can I expect from someone who is less critical than they used to be?"

The two fourteen- and fifteen-year-old boys sat there staring into space glumly. Jake reached over and ran his fingertips along Nog's left lobe. Nog was feeling too sorry for himself to protest. As Jake continued running his fingers along the boy's ridge of cartilage, Nog's self-pity turned slowly to pleasure. He knew Jake should not be doing what he was doing, but he had not felt pleasure for a long while. He would let him continue for a few more minutes. When Jake's fingers slipped to the underside of his upper ridge, he knew that he had to call a stop to this.

"This isn't right," Nog said as he pulled away.

"Then teach me how to do it properly," said Jake.

"I didn't mean you were doing it wrong."

"I was doing it right?"

"No," Nog said with a frown. "Actually, you were doing it poorly."

"So, tell me how to do it better."

"Men don't engage in oo-mox with men."

"Why not?"

"They just don't."

"What I was doing made you feel good, didn't it?"

"Of course it did."

"And we're both men."

"You know that."

"Then shouldn't men engaging in oo-mox be good?"

"Jako, don't try confusing me with logic."

"Suppose I confuse you with this," Jake said as he reached over and groped his buddy.

The two boys wrestled playfully, each trying to feel up the other as boys have done countless times throughout history. With Jake being a foot and a half [half a metre] taller and a dozen kilos heavier, it was a one-sided match. The African-American teen was soon sitting on the Ferengi and had both hands on his lobes.

"Now, teach me the proper way, or suffer having it done my way."

"All right, all right. Get off me, you big ox."

They sat back on the sofa.

"You realize I'm doing this under duress," Nog said seriously.

"Of course."

"Well, first of all, you progress slowly from the least sensitive to the most sensitive sections of the lobes," Nog began. "And you begin with the slightest touch of the fingertips, and then slowly apply pressure in a rhythm, like you're playing a harp."

Jake slowly ran his fingertips back and forth along Nog's ear ridge, gradually increasing the pressure, and then moved onto the underside. His fingertips barely touched the underside of the upper ridge, but it sent ripples of pleasure through Nog's entire body. With Nog's prompting, he proceeded to again apply gradually increasing pressure before moving onto the next row of ridges in Nog's lobes.

"What about humans?" Nog asked fifteen minutes later, his breathing laboured and his voice husky. "What do they do to get turned on? I know they're not all permanently horny like you, Jako."

"Well, they kiss and hug and stuff."

"Human males have no erogenous zones like a Ferengi's lobes?"

"Well, there's several actually. The nipples for one."

"Really? On a male?"

"Yeah."

Nog unbuttoned Jake's shirt and slipped it off. He ran his fingers over the teenager's smooth, hairless chest and fondled his black nipples. "Does what I'm doing have a name?"

"Foreplay."

"Just like humans to give it a number."

"No, not four. It's spelled f o r e."

"Four, fore, for, and all sounding the same. Human language is impossible."

Nog was surprised to feel Jake's nipples become firm and then to see Jake tremble with his slightest touch. It had to be like it was with his lobes. Under Jake's instruction and with some reluctance, he stuck out his tongue and licked them and then carefully sucked on them. Their slightly salty taste was actually quite enticing. He knew that human males did what he was doing to their females, and he had to admit he actually found it stimulating doing it to Jake. As he proceeded, Jake resumed his oo-mox.

"You said there were several erogenous zones," Nog reminded Jake after ten or so minutes. He felt dangerously close to shooting a wad.

"The other is the anus."

"Humans are definitely strange."

"You do the same thing as you did to my nipples."

"Yeah, right! If you really think that I'm going to caress your asshole with my finger and then lick and suck it you are dreaming, Jako!"

"Get up and kneel on the sofa facing the back."

Nog had no idea what Jake had in mind but he was feeling horny as a toad and did as he was told. Jake knelt on the floor behind him. Reaching around and unbuttoning his trousers and unzipping the fly, Jake pulled down Nog's pants and underwear. Spreading apart Nog's smooth orange cheeks with the fingers of his left hand, he ran the index finger of his right hand along Nog's crack and over his puckered hole. Nog squirmed with the totally new sensation. Working up a generous gob of spit, Jake bent over and placing his lips against Nog's anus, he forced his saliva into Nog's opening. Running his fingers over the spit-dampened hole while he worked up another gob, he applied it the same way.

By this time Jake had a raging boner. Quickly pushing down his trousers and boxers, he worked up another gob of spit. His cock had been growing along with the rest of his body and now stood up proudly, six-and-a-half inches [16 cm] of hot, solid boy meat. Jake bowed his head and drooled over his huge black knob, coating it with his slimy saliva. He slowly reached around for Nog's cock. It too had been growing as Nog approached Ferengi adulthood, and was now almost five inches [12 cm], a good size for a Ferengi. Jake ran a fingertip along the flanged knob, and then bent over and licked Nog's lobe. Nog was about to burst. When he felt Jake's hot, firm cock press against his anus, his automatic response was to press his butt back and open his hole to allow Jake's organ to continue the stimulation Jake's finger had begun.

Jake took that reaction as a signal that Nog was in agreement with what Jake had in mind and he pressed forward, wedging the tip of his boner in Nog's hole. Nog's sex-fogged mind slowly realized what Jake was intending on doing. He had heard of men doing such things, but had never imagined having it done to him. His body was aching for sexual release, his ears and prick itching with desire, and his mind unable to think about anything except his need to shoot off a load. He felt so tense he was about to snap. He wanted sex, and he wanted it badly, more badly than he ever had before.

Despite his desires, his mind reminded him that what Jake wanted to do was wrong. A man was supposed to be the fucker, not the fucked. Still, his mind had to admit having a hot pulsating tube of male meat up his hole was an enticing thought, and Jake was his friend. Just seeing what it would be like should be all right. Nog tried to think of a Rule of Acquisition that applied to the situation. Surely there had to be something about taking risks, or about trying new things. Rule sixty-eight said 'ear stroking will get you anything'. Maybe two hundred, which said 'if you're going to have to endure, make yourself comfortable', would apply.

As he felt Jake's knob force its way into his hole, he decided on the first. Endure was not the word for what he was feeling. Nog grunted and strained as the black boy's hot cock slowly sunk into him inch by inch until he was firmly embedded to his root. Nog constricted his asshole about the intruding flesh as Jake began to withdraw, and the young Ferengi trembled with a stimulation that was almost as overpowering as oo-mox. As he felt his buddy begin to re-enter his body, he opened his hole eagerly and unashamedly sighed with the pleasure.

Jake slowly worked his cock in and out of his teenage pal, marvelling at the sensation of having hot pulsating flesh totally surrounding his cock. This was much better than jacking off. As he fucked, he reached around and massaged Nog's knob with his right hand and he bent over and licked his lobes. The spicy taste of the Ferengi boy's flesh was delightful. Jake closed his eyes and revelled in the sensations assaulting his mind. The erotic joy of squeezing and working his best buddy's stiff little cock, and the stimulation of performing oo-mox on him while his tight, hot asshole pulsated about his irritated cock, had to be the ultimate pleasure he would ever feel in his life. His mind and body could take no more. He trembled as he felt his jism spring from his tight nuts and rise up his pole. He shot violently into Nog's ass, filling him with his hot boy seed.

Nog's cock itched with pleasure as Jake's hand worked over his knob. His ears sent ripple after ripple of stimulation to his mind as Jake's tongue assaulted the sensitive underside of his lobes. His asshole burned with a strange desire as Jake pumped his throbbing cock in and out of his body. Nog trembled with the tipple assault on his mind. Never had he felt such intense pleasure, and as he sensed his friend cum up his ass, Nog released his own jism with a force he had never experienced before. The viscous, yellowish cum flew out of his irritated cock, striking the back of the sofa and running down it in thick gobs. Shot after shot throbbed out of the cock in Jake's hand as if there was no end. The room filled with the aroma of teenage sweat and hot boy spunk and the two boys gasped and inhaled the aroma greedily.

As the two boys finally collapsed on the floor in a post climatic haze, each knew he had experienced something very unique. Each also knew what he had to do. Nog knew if he had not overcome his reservation and agreed to engage in oo-mox with another male, and if he had not risked taking a chance to find out what it would be like to get his ass fucked, he would never have experienced what had to be the most erotic moment of his life. If he did not take the same risks and approach his uncle and Jake's father, who knows what he would miss. He was not going to take that chance. He was going to go to Starfleet.

Jake knew if he had not followed his heart this afternoon, if he had not dared to engage Nog in oo-mox and to follow his fantasy of making passionate love to him and fucking his ass, he too would have missed the ultimate experience in his young life. No matter what his father felt, Jake knew he would have to pursue what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, and to live how he wanted to live, no matter how others felt about his alternate life style.

The next day, Jake returned to loading dock G14. He drew a heart with a piercing arrow around the date. Inside the heart, he inscribed to mark the occasion for posterity, "Jake loves Nog".

The End

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