Interdimensional Milking 22 – Mentor
Recap: Max is a teenager from Earth in the distant future, who attends a boarding school where his seed is automatically harvested every day.
Max has recovered from the virus .
Interdimensional Milking 22 – Mentor
Two days later Max stood by Brill’s bedside in quarantine.
“So I guess you’re not immune after all?”
“Nah, apparently it can go both ways.”
Brill’s nose was streaming.
“Guess you’re not coming to Explorers tonight then?”
Max was grinning. He did that a lot since he and Brill had become a couple.
“Nah, I think I’ll skip it tonight. Tell Squad I’m sorry.”
“Sure thing Brill. Feel better soon.”
Max leaned forwards to kiss Brill but Brill recoiled.
“Careful, you’ll catch it again!”
“Nah, immune now remember?”
“But I still don’t want your snot all over me!”
Max kissed Brill on the cheek and headed off to Explorers.
In room 2, they were studying survival skills. For 15 minutes, Squad Leader Jarvis outlined rules for how to identify what plants were safe to eat and which were not going by scent, colour, texture and leaf shape. Then they were paired off with a holo-tab to run a test. The test showed various plants. The boys could use haptic sensors to feel the plants and they were free to examine them in 360 degree detail. They could even cut them open and look at the insides.
“Now obviously guys, you’re not going to get the true scent of these plants, but you should have enough information to determine which are safe to eat and which are not. See how many you can get right.”
Max paired with Jurnal, although it would be more accurate to say that Jurnal paired himself with Max. Jurnal was an accelerated student from the Southern continent. He was only 12 years old, and unlike everyone else in the room, he was wearing streets as opposed to the EV suits that were compulsory for all boys old enough to be harvested.
Max had met the boy on several occasions around the school, and on each occasion it was clear that the shy boy held Max in high regard.
They started working through the plant identification catalogue, conferring on each entry. Max was careful to listen to everything Jurnal had to say to build the kid up, but it was clear that Jurnal hung on Max’s every word.
After a while Jurnal said, “Max, why are you always so nice to me?”
Max was taken aback.
“Why WOULDN’T I be nice Jurnal? Why has someone been harsh to you?”
“Nah, not really. They just ignore me. I guess ‘cause I’m younger. But it can be lonely.”
“I thought you were friends with Maden?”
“What, just ‘cause we’re the same age? No, not at all. He’s umm, well he’s quite cocky. And loud.”
Max thought about Maden. Jurnal was right. He might only be 12, but Maden did have a certain brashness to him. Max put that down to the fact that despite his young age, Maden had the genitals of an adult and was already being harvested.
“Yeah, he is,” Max agreed. “So is everything okay Jurnal?”
“Yeah, I suppose so.”
He let out a world-weary sigh.
Max looked at him with concern.
“What’s up sib? Something bothering you?”
At that moment, Shaun arrived late and immediately came over to their table.
“Yo Max, mind if I join you? What we doing today?”
Max was immediately irritated by the way Shaun ignored Jurnal.
“Hey Shaun, actually do you mind joining another group? Nothing personal, we were just having a private conversation.”
“You two homos planning skin time together?”
Max gave him an icy look but Shaun ignored it.
“Brill wouldn’t like that. I hear you two are spanking it together now.”
“Shaun. Fuck. Off.”
Shaun was younger than Max, and Max was far from amused by Shaun’s unwarranted familiarity. He looked at the red-headed boy with a stony expression.
Shaun’s playful expression bled from his face as he realised that he had well and truly crossed the line. His looked Max in the eyes, not in challenge, but locked by the gaze of a more powerful male. His mouth moved up and down a few times but no sound emerged. All of his bravado evaporated.
Then in a small voice he said, “Sorry Max, I was only kidding around.”
He backed nervously away to join another group.
When Shaun was gone, Max continued.
“So Jurnal come on, what’s bothering you?”
Jurnal looked at Max for a few seconds, weighing whether or not he was comfortable speaking openly with the older boy. Eventually he decided to press on despite his discomfort.
“Max, can you teach me how to jack… how to masturbate please?”
Max was completely taken aback. Of all the things Jurnal might have said, that was incredibly low on the list of things Max would have expected.
Jurnal blushed and looked shyly at the ground.
“Can you um, can you show me how to masturbate?”
Max looked at the kid. He looked so small and innocent, but he had such a solemn expression on his face. It obviously meant a great deal to him. Max decided to treat the boy’s request with the utmost compassion.
“Jurnal, you’re a little young. It would make me very uncomfortable.”
“But Sam and Kane have sex. Everyone knows it.”
“Kane is a couple of years older than you. And anyway, it’s not about what everyone else thinks. On Earth we’ve still got some old fashioned ways.”
Jurnal looked deflated.
“Why do you want to learn?”
Jurnal looked on the verge of tears.
“I’m the only boy in the school who’s not on the harvesting program. Everyone treats me like a little kid.”
Max thought back to swimming class. To his embarrassment, they all swam nude. He remembered seeing Jurnal naked. The boy had the genitals of a little boy. Smooth, tiny. A little slug poking out of his groin an inch or so, certainly not as much as two.
“I guess that must be annoying,” he ventured.
“Annoying? No, it’s really embarrassing. Everyone knows I’m too young to squirt, and when they see I’m not wearing an EV suit it proves it. It’s like a reminder.”
“Oh wow, I never really thought about that,” Max admitted.
“So will you?”
“But how is learning to masturbate going to help Jurnal?”
“Well maybe if I learn how to do that, it’ll make me start to squirt, then I’ll get an EV suit.”
“I’m not sure it works like that.”
“It couldn’t hurt.”
“Can’t you look it up?”
“No, my parents are strict like that. I’m not allowed to look at porn till I get my EV suit.”
“Wow, that sucks.”
“I could show you on my pad?”
“Couldn’t you just show me yourself? Then I could ask questions. Only once, then I’ll never bother you again I promise.”
Max looked kindly at the angelic blonde haired boy. The kid looked so earnest, so desperate.
“You’re not bothering me at all Jurnal. Any time you need a friend, or a big brother to talk to, you know you can come to me.”
Max was feeling increasingly protective towards the boy. Jurnal smiled appreciatively.
“It’s just that; you know I’m from Earth right? And I’m still not comfortable with doing stuff with other boys myself yet.”
Jurnal looked miserable.
“Oh, okay. I get it. Sorry I asked.”
“Don’t be sorry. You did nothing wrong. Look can you … can you get a boner yet?”
“I don’t know. How can I tell?”
“You do know what a boner is don’t you?”
“Yeah, it’s when my penis gets big.”
Jurnal was so formal. Max grinned. He doubted that “big” was the word that would apply to whatever Jurnal had when he got a boner.
“It gets hard right?” Max clarified.
“Can you make it do that anytime you want to?”
“How would I do that?”
“Well for most guys it’s easy. It does it all the time, even when they don’t want it to. They just think of something horny and it gets hard on its own.”
“What do you think about?”
Max smiled. If he was going to mentor this kid he was going to be honest.
“I think about Brill.”
“Brill who comes here?”
“He’s really nice as well.”
“And that makes you hard?”
“Oh yeah, definitely.”
Max shrugged. He’d opened a Pandora’s box with Jurnal.
“Because I like him. Sexually. Do you know what I mean?”
Max smiled and tousled Jurnal’s hair.
“You will do one day. Maybe you’ll like girls better. Are there any girls or boys who make you feel funny in your tummy, or your privates when you think about them or see them?”
Max was astounded. The thought that he was the object of a preteen’s nascent lust was as flattering as it was unsettling.
“That’s so nice of you to say so Jurnal, but I’m seeing Brill.”
“So it’s bad that I feel like that?”
“Oh no, not at all. It’s just, well it can’t lead anywhere. It will just make you frustrated.”
“I’m already frustrated.”
“Yeah, I can see. So anyway, if you want to make your weiner hard you just play with it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just roll the end in your fingers till it gets hard.”
“Then you hold it in your fist and move your fist up and down. It should feel nice.”
“How fast should I move my hand?”
“You’ll get a feel for it. You’ll probably want to move faster after you’ve been doing it a while.”
“It feels good, and doing it faster feels better.”
It was clear that the information Max was imparting made as much sense to Jurnal as Sanskrit. Max grinned.
“It’ll make a lot more sense when you do it for yourself.”
“Okay. And how long should I do it for?”
“You’ll definitely know when it’s time to stop. It can take anything from 30 seconds to 5 minutes or even longer. You’ll get this really nice feeling, like pissing but a million times better, then after you really won’t want to even touch yourself for a while.”
“Is that everything?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“Okay, thanks Max.”
Jurnal rose to his feet.
“I’ll be back in a while.”
Jurnal spoke to Jarvis briefly then left the room.
Ten minutes later he returned and rejoined Max.
“What was that about?” Max asked.
“I wanted to try it out.”
Max looked at the kid’s red face. Clearly Jurnal was not kidding.
“Sure, why not?”
“No reason I guess. Most guys are a bit more patient about it. Even here. So how’d it go?”
Jurnal gave him a big smile and a thumbs up.
“You got that nice feeling at the end?”
Jurnal nodded happily.
“And did anything come out?”
“Something’s supposed to come out?!”