Chapter 17

I consulted my tablet.

Bang-ja:

>I’ve been getting ‘no connection’ from you all night! WTF? <3 <3 <3 -bangjaoh

>Hi, Bang-ja, I got kidnapped. It was fine. <3 <3 <3 -Achille

Yong Chen:

>Hi, Ash,

I’d like to re-confirm first fitting on L1/4. -YCHEN

>Hi, Yong, duly re-confirmed, 1230, L1/4. -Achille

Beck:

>Girl, where you? <3 <3 <3 -Beck-oo

>Beck - I’m back. Got kidnapped. Deliciously. <3 <3 <3 -Achille

And so on.

CIT:

>Dear Mr. Boakye,

Please respond to a brief survey that covers your mail preferences; tap ‘start’ to begin. -CITServices

Social duty. I responded. It was about Peffifoss and consisted of one question: “Do you feel CIT protected your privacy and scarce attention resources from [RYP]?

It was Y/N so I hit Y.

Kyche:

>Hi, Ash, I’ve been, um, self-fulfilling and I would love it, if you have the time, for you to please, please visit me? O3/31? Or sooner? <3 <3 -KKAlara

> Hi, Kyche,

My last class is an exam and no yoga on Friday, so I have the afternoon of O3/31 open. That evening is taken up, though, but don’t you remember our date on L1/1? Maybe you are thinking you want your toes kissed again, already, delicious man-whore? Your loving slut <3 <3 -Achille

I opened my desk closet. Auntie had left a few books and a note: “Ash, it isn’t homework and it especially isn’t meant to be math. They’re stories that don’t bear too much inspection, it’s a ‘for what they’re worth’ thing. -SumiH”

I sterilized an un-worn thong with a thicker and longer sound, and more ball compression. Now that I was getting erections reliably it took some time to arrange it right, and when I finally clipped it together I knew I wouldn’t be able to take the sensation for very long. I hoped Ali was gathering hot, sassy things to wear, too. My ‘bra’ was meant to stiffen my nipples and keep them that way and it worked, again the constant brush of thin chains would be maddening after not too long. I put on my smallest metal mesh shorts - really, not much more than a second thong - and the ‘top’ which seemed to be all about tickling my nipples every time I moved.

When I’d finished putting on my last pieces of jewelry, including a pair of industrials whose chains were just the right length to constantly brush my neck, my nervous system was on edge. Breaths kicked off minor fanfares. Moving around was worse, and I knew Ali would be walking over so I went out to wait for him - he’d be in lovely, high shoes and I had to watch his ass and legs.

Ali was wearing a lot of almost nothing and it was all red. His face was flushed and his nostrils flared as he picked his way confidently despite the 150 mm stiletto heels he was wearing. He’d done make-up, subtle but unmistakeable and I felt another smack of the obvious - I’d never thought of that. Good thing he’d suggested applied fashion for a Litha class.

I greeted him, knowing that we would be excited like this at least until our first orgasms, so I did it carefully. “Ali, you’re beautiful.” “You wouldn’t believe the straining when I came around the corner and saw you! Can we just go away and not eat?” I laughed a bit. “I know the feeling, Ali, I love seeing you all hot like this.”

I led him in and helped him out of his shoes, mainly to smell him, and that made my cock twitch. “Ali, you smell delicious. I ... um. Won’t go there for now.” “Thanks.”

Gretchen rang, and Ali and I were at the table a few ticks before anyone else. The next person to arrive was Serge and, oh, yes, Serge, pupillary dilation and a hitch in his breath and a small mis-step. Ali was unperturbed and I winked at Serge, who nodded just barely perceptibly. Every time Ali moved his hand in mine I realized how on edge he was, and how much he wanted to be out of those clothes and in me, and I hadn’t anticipated that level of turn-on from him since he’d always seemed so deliberate. I had to push that away if I were to be able to stand.

We all knew one another so no need for any introductions and Auntie Sumi was hosting so she welcomed Ali, then she affirmed and we echoed. Ali and I carefully lowered ourselves into our seats and tried not to move much. Gretchen set out steamed artichokes, butter and aïoli. I darted a quick look at her and yep, she was trying not to smile.

I thought I’d be the one to start the table talk, but Auntie Sumi took it on herself. “Ali, how is Winnie?” “She’s well, Sumi, she is kind of busy with the monsters most of the time.” “She continues to crank out an awful lot of ideas about reducing measurement noise, but I miss her at work.” “When Manuel is five he’ll be able to go to crèche and then she’ll be back. She likes in-person work better.”

Auntie waited until the artichokes were gone and she’d kept her knife in one hand so as to have something to put down, which she did. Gretchen cleared and brought in some ... ah. Medallions of pork and saffron rice. Ali and I ate carefully to spare our sensitive bits. We were adjacent and I heard his periodic intakes of breath when something got a bit too exciting. I looked sidewise at him, he’d been looking at me and I felt my own body becoming sore from my constant straining. All we had to do was get through this, dessert and digestif and we could finally touch but it seemed as though time had slowed and it was very, very difficult to not put my thoughts toward Ali’s strong and sensitive fingers...

We had a light puffy fruit pastry, a Bénédictine, and then Ali and I said good-night to the folks on deck and I took him to the play room as fast as I could go. I knelt. “Fuck my face, Ali, I want you so badly...” He was out of his thong in maybe fifteen seconds and I sucked him. He needed, I needed, quick release and so I didn’t tease him at all, I encouraged him to use my throat hard. Ali is a distance swimmer, strong and smooth, and feeling the slick modeling and motion of his ass in my hands made my cock and ass and nipples refresh their begging for attention. Still, it took him minutes to cum and some twisting deep in my throat to pull the ring in the end of his cock, but when he did he committed to it and I loved the way he keened and let go.

His legs got rubbery and I helped him kneel. “Out of those, Ash, and fuck me.” He made table top, I took off my clothes and petted him. My cock was hard and leaking, but “Ali, this is what you want?” “Please, fuck me, Ash.” I lubed him and he did a very credible and sexy opening and then I pushed my cock into him.

Where he held it. “You’re mine now, Ash.” And he did the thing Danni’d showed me and he used my body but this was a complete gift, he was all after pleasing me and he teased a little but mostly he wanted me to fire away in him and as I stroked his cock he made me cum. And cum. And cum; and then he came too; and then he stretched out flat and reached back and held my butt-cheeks and squeezed me. “You’re not getting away yet, Ash.”

“Ali, what happened?” I kissed all over his back, tracing muscles I couldn’t name with my tongue. “I watched Beck fuck you, Ash, and I must have leaked for two days after I saw that. At first I couldn’t reconcile her pounding you and spanking your balls with your pleasure but the evidence was there, so, um, after those two days I got ... a friend ... to fuck me, as an experiment. I liked it, then, and I talked with ... friends ... and they helped me a little more, and they picked these miserable clothes I want you to make me wear now and then, and they pushed me out the door at 1950 and said ‘come back with your shield or on it’. So here we all are.”

And he went back into table-top and started teasing my cock again, so I rippled and teased back and surprisingly quickly I made his body obey. “I don’t ... you can’t...” And then I tried the touching sense with him and it worked, so he felt how my cock felt with his delicious squeezes. ‘Ali wants Ash’s cock.’ He squeezed. “wha...?” “Oh, Ali, when I play those games it’s your body reacting. You can’t help it. You know how it feels, you sucked me into that game and here’s the other side.”

So I teased Ali, this time, until he had got plenty of feedback and sensory suggestions and I said “cum, Ali, cum as your boyfriend Ash fucks you.” “Haaa...” but for a surprising length of time. And he bucked, squirmed and I let him know how it felt. All of that set up something like an echo chamber, but for sensation, and he gradually mooshed back down on his side, with my right hand around his cock and my left petting his hair.

“Ali, it’s not just pleasure. I love knowing the whole Alison Xerxes Shigezawa. This ... closeness ... I prize above all, and we have it.” He nodded, I petted his hair some more and I felt a little shaking.

“I was so afraid, Ash...” “Of what?” “Of you, of what I wanted, of what could go wrong...”

“Dear sweet Ali, I will tell you an improbable tale, then we will have a shower, then I will feed us, then I will take you to my bedroom and seduce you into fucking me, then I’ll do it again, and then I will wrap you up in my arms and legs and when you wake up it will be because I am sucking your beautiful cock.

“On O3/14 the tale begins. I had never been so frightened in my life. My body, at that time, didn’t act much like how bodies are supposed to. And someone kissed me, and I found another dimension in how I understood them and they said they wanted to play with me.

“I grew more afraid. I didn’t want to lose this friend, and the strangeness of how my body worked didn’t look promising. I’m after all intersex and that can bring a range of dysfunction. My friend didn’t care, they tried a lot of things with me and some of those things scared them, but they wound up happy and fulfilled and so did I.

“After that I came to a diffuse reckoning: that my body worked well enough to please those who meant something to me. It will be strange when I play with someone new to me, but I’ve known you for years and here I hang it out: I know you, this way, now, because we connected years ago in a way we don’t even have language for, but which I will stomp my feet and say exists.”

“Inspired Rant, Ash. It’s aligned in a way with my fears. I’d not desired any male until your recent flowering but it left me with - I guess I’m going to have to call them antique concerns, and I needed to quit being a fool and run them to ground, and I did that, and my friends supported me, and you and I have just now had the wildest, most intense and delicious sex I’ve ever experienced.

“And now I have a new fear: how fully you can make my body do as I want to have it do but can’t make myself ask for. It’s ... difficult ... for me to be so naked.”

“I assert - without proof, and I don’t know this kind of proof - that when one is truly naked, stripped of everything they build as polite conveniences to get along in the world, that is when they are at their best. I pursue this, I pursue it as far as I know how to do it. And if I have my way, you’ll have that too. I want all of you, Ali.”