"Stop asking me to dance with you." Zim said to the drunken man who kept bothering him. "You're gross."

Zim was sitting on the stage in a very popular gay night club, close to the DJ stand. The unwelcome man pouted for a little bit then took a big gulp of his dark beer, he set it down on the stage and leaned against it right next to Zim. "Don't touch me!" Zim kicked out when the man tried to rest his hand on Zim's thigh.

"Let me get you a drink." He offered, looking around for a waiter.

"I don't drink." Zim replied quickly. He didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention to himself since he was underage; not only that but he had snuck into the club with his two older friends – and one of those friends is the current DJ. That was plenty enough potential to get him thrown out of the club, he didn't need to be carded too.

"You don't like alcohol?" The man said, his speech becoming more slurred. "I bet I can get you something you'll like. What do you like better, sweet or sour?" He stared at Zim's crotch with an unmistakable look of lust on his face, seeming to forget anything else around him. Zim shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny.

"Dwicky, get the fuck out of here. We don't want to hang out with you." The third member of the gang, Ryan, said. He had a drink in each hand. One was a margarita and one was a plain soda; he gave that one to Zim and hopped up onto the stage himself, sitting with his legs dangling over the edge. "Go on." He persisted when Dwicky just stood there, scowling at him for interrupting. Dwicky grabbed his almost empty glass and walked away, obviously annoyed. However it didn't take him long to find another young man to go hit on. His new target gave him the same unhappy look that Zim had – obviously not interested.

Zim and Ryan laughed at him then took sips of their drinks. While they were quiet Ryan scanned the crowd and saw several grown men sneaking glances, or outright staring, at his young friend. "Why do the old ones always go for you?" Ryan said lightly, but actually he worried about Zim whenever he came to the club.

Zim laughed into his soda. "I know right?!" He said, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "Maybe they like my manly aura."

"Who's 'manly'? You look like a 14 year old girl." Ryan replied and Zim smacked him on the shoulder playfully.

"Jerk." Zim said, but he wasn't angry at all. "I actually like older guys." Zim confessed. He saw Ryan look at him through the corner of his eye.

"You do not." Ryan argued.

"No, I do. But not the creepy, ugly ones." Zim clarified. "I like being spoiled."

"Oh, now that makes sense, you brat . . . um, I'm getting bored; want to come over to my place?" Ryan asked and put his arm around Zim's waist, pulling him closer. A much more obvious move than he normally would make, but the alcohol was making him feel a little less inhibited than usual.

Ryan looked over at Zim when he didn't answer and saw that he was staring at something far away. He looked in the same direction and didn't see anything out of the ordinary. "What are you looking at?" He asked.

"That guy over there." Zim answered.

"You mean that old guy dancing like a slut?" Ryan asked, watching a man wearing all black grinding and gyrating his hips next to a group of young men.

"Yeah." Zim said, still staring.

"Uh, no way, Zim." Ryan laughed. "There is no way you are into him – he looks helluv old. Like thirty!"

"Well, he's got a nice ass, but it's that he looks familiar to me." Zim replied and hopped down onto the floor. "I just can't think of where I may have seen him before."

Ryan's hand lowered slowly when Zim walked away – his hug and offer rejected. He watched Zim walk through the crowd over to the stranger. He leaned back on his hands, disappointed that he hadn't been able to get Zim to go home with him. "You're so clueless, Zim." He muttered under his breath. He looked back over his shoulder to the DJ, known as 'The Letter M', and saw that his friend was looking back at him sympathetically. He knew about Ryan's feelings for Zim but Zim was completely oblivious. Ryan turned around, embarrassed that The Letter M had seen him strike out again. "If only you were a few years older."

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Zim walked up behind the compelling stranger silently. The guys he was dancing near looked to be in their early twenties and they seemed to be having a good time. They may even be interested in going home with this man in black.

"I'm hotter than all of them." Zim said and boldly put his hand on the man's shoulder. The man turned around and blatantly looked Zim up and down, the other guys forgotten. Zim smirked, knowing that this guy was happy with what he saw.

"Hello." The man said and after a moment of internal debate put his hands on Zim's slim waist, beginning to dance again. Zim allowed the touch and actually pressed up against the man's body, moving with him. The man blinked a few times in surprise but then smiled. The two danced close to one another for the rest of the fast-paced music. The song ended and another began – a slow song. Zim looked over at The Letter M, surprised that he would play something so corny, and M gave him a thumbs up. Obviously he had put this music on just for them. Now they could talk to each other without yelling and straining to hear over the loud bass from the music.

"I'm Zim. Who are you?" Zim asked directly.

"My name is Dib." The man said. "You're straight forward, Zim; I like that."

Zim smiled coyly at that and put his arms over Dib's shoulders, moving his hips back and forth slowly, sensually. "Zim knows how to get what he wants." He said.

"I believe it." Dib replied, running his hands from Zim's waist to behind his back.

Zim turned around in Dib's grip and pressed his round little butt back into Dib's pelvis. He reached up and laced his fingers around the back of Dib's neck, still rocking his hips. Dib put his arms around Zim's chest and pressed back onto him.

Zim turned around again and laughed teasingly when he felt a hardness in Dib's crotch that hadn't been there before. He ground his hips into it and raised his leg just enough to gently nudge it with his knee.

"You smell so young. How old are you?" Dib asked, not ashamed at all of his body's reaction. He was enjoying the contact and being engulfed in the sweet scent coming from Zim's skin and hair.

"Eighteen." Zim lied. "You like them young though, don't you?"

"Yes." Dib answered easily.

"Pervert." Zim said through a grin, then ran his fingers through Dib's black hair a little bit at the back of his head, then went down into a very provocative squat in front of Dib, still moving to the music. Zim put his hands on Dib's thighs and looked up from his position low to the ground. Once they made eye contact Dib grabbed Zim by the upper arms and yanked him up to his feet.

"Come into the alley with me." Dib said.

"I don't even know you." Zim replied, though he was very amused that he was able to get this stranger so hot and bothered so quickly. "Maybe you're a murderer."

"How about the bathroom, then?" Dib persisted. "I want you. Bad."

"What kind of a guy do you think I am?" Zim said nonchalantly, still swaying to the music as if he didn't even really care how anxious Dib was getting, but in actuality he did. Normally Zim would never agree to any kind of sexual act so shortly after meeting someone, in fact he was incredibly picky with his partners and for that reason hasn't had very many. For some reason, though, there is something about Dib's personality and obvious desire for him that was drawing him in, and turning him on. Anyway, Zim was sure he wouldn't ever talk to this guy again so why not have some fun?

"Come on, I'll get you off." Zim said and held his hand out, which Dib took eagerly. Zim lead him out the door. "Where are you parked?" He asked and Dib pointed to a fancy black car in the parking lot. It was at the very end of the lot and partially hidden by some trees. There weren't any other cars around it; after so many dents and scratches he had gotten on other cars over the last few years Dib had started parking his new, expensive car where no one else was (even when it meant that he had to walk far to get to his destination). As Zim headed toward it Dib was very happy that he had started doing that – it would give them some much needed privacy.

They reached the car and Dib pulled out his keychain. He pressed one of the buttons on his remote and the car clicked as it unlocked both doors. "Give me your pants." Zim requested, walking over to the passenger side and pulling the door open. Dib hesitated at first, looking around to see if anyone could see him. There were people across the street talking among themselves and smoking but the lot itself was completely deserted. He quickly slipped his pants off and handed them over (with a silent prayer that Zim wasn't about to prank him by running off with them, or worse pull out a knife and mug him).

"Sit there." Zim pointed to the passenger seat and Dib sat in it sideways, his feet on the ground outside the car.

Zim lay out Dib's pants onto the asphalt so that he could kneel on them and not get his own black pants dirty. "Boxers, huh?" Zim chuckled, rubbing Dib's hard-on through his dark blue underwear. He spread the fabric out over top of it so he could get an idea of its size and shape.

"You're so hot." Dib moaned. "And so young."

Zim remembered that Dib had asked him earlier about his age and he had said that he is 18. "What if I told you I am actually 16?" Zim asked curiously.

"That's even hotter." Dib said and started moving his hips under Zim's hand.

"You really are a pervert." Zim said and licked the fabric over Dib's cock. "I'm not going to touch it – you may have herpes or hepatitis or something. I don't know."

Dib laughed. "I don't have any diseases." He assured his younger partner. "Promise."

Zim looked at him, unsure, then back down to his crotch. A wet spot was forming on the fabric from his dripping dick. For some reason Zim believed him and he stuck his hand into the opening at the front of his shorts and pulled his cock out. Dib flinched when Zim grabbed it roughly, but it was in a good way, and soon he was lost in a sea of pleasure.

Zim licked around the head of Dib's dick, swirling his long tongue around it. He sucked on just the tip, twisting his head a little with each nod of his head. Dib knew it wouldn't take long for him to cum if he allowed this to go on so he reached for Zim's head to push it off. Zim noticed him shifting his weight and looked up straight into his eyes. Just that small glance pushed him over the edge and Dib couldn't hold it in, he came into Zim's mouth with a loud grunt. Zim just kept the pulsating tip of Dib's cock in his mouth until it was done gushing, he then let it fall out and swallowed.

"A little bitter but I've had worse." Zim said. "That was fast, I barely even got started."

"I don't know what happened. I'm not usually so . . . you're just so amazing -" Dib faltered, turning red.

Zim smirked and started to stand up.

Dib grabbed Zim by the wrist hastily and stood up. "It's your turn." He gestured to the passenger chair that he had just vacated.

"No thanks." Zim replied, picking up Dib's pants and holding them out for him. Dib didn't move to take them or say anything so Zim continued: "I am not getting in your car."

"You don't have to - just lean against the side." Dib said and pushed Zim back against the car. After cumming so fast from that incredible BJ he wanted to at least do something with Zim that he wouldn't have to be embarrassed about.

Zim tilted his head to the side, smiling sweetly as he watched Dib put his pants back on, then kneel down in front of him. "Do you think you can handle it?" He asked.

"I'm sure I can – OHMYGOD!" Dib gaped at the very unexpectedly long, erect dick that popped out he pulled Zim's pants down. "That thing is humongous . . . you're about to be very happy." He said proudly.

"Oh really?" Zim asked, still a little arrogant. "Why is that -?" Zim's words caught in his throat when Dib took the entire length of his member to the root into his mouth. Zim had never had a BJ by anyone without a gag reflex before and the feeling of the warm wetness of someone's mouth at the base of his dick was new to him.

"Ah." Zim panted, also approaching his climax incredibly fast. Dib moved his head back, slowly dragging his tongue along the underside of Zim's cock and it pushed him over the edge, Zim came into Dib's mouth with a quiet moan. Zim stood still for a moment, riding out his orgasm and catching his breath. When he finally opened his eyes and look down at Dib he was smirking!

"Don't even say anything." Zim said and pulled his pants up.

"It's okay, now we're even." Dib said, wiping a little bit of blue cum off of his cheek absently – he didn't even notice the strange color. The rest he had swallowed and had been surprised at how sweet it was. "You taste delicious."

"What?" Zim laughed.

"Never mind." Dib replied while Zim pulled his pants back into place. "Uh, get your cell phone." Zim didn't comply. "I want to exchange phone numbers."

"Oh." Zim said and pulled something small out of his backpack. It didn't look like any cell phone Dib had ever seen.

Dib hadn't noticed that Zim was wearing a backpack before and now he was looking at it curiously. "Is it made of metal?" He thought. "And no straps – how does it stay on? How weird."

Zim saw him staring at his PAK and he didn't like the unwanted scrutiny. "I don't know if your phone can . . . I mean I don't know if I want to give you my number or not." He said while turning to Dib so that he couldn't see his back anymore.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to stalk you or anything." Dib assured him, pressing icons on the touchscreen of his iPhone to get to the menu where he could input new contacts. Zim hesitated for a few more moments then held his phone out. He pushed a button on it and an arc of electricity went from it into Dib's phone. Dib was surprised and pulled his hand away, dropping his now smoking cell. Zim quickly caught it and changed a few settings. "Here, push this." Zim held the phone out to Dib and pointed to a new icon.

Dib took back his phone, and pressed the icon Zim had pointed to. He heard a beep but it didn't sound like it came from the device in Zim's hand, but his PAK instead. "Okay." Zim said with a subtle nod and turned to walk back to the club to his friends.

"There's something strange about you, Zim." Dib said as the teenager walked away.

Zim turned back. "What do you mean?" He asked, acting nonchalant again but really he was very shocked from that statement.

"I don't know really, but you're special." Dib finished. Zim smiled in relief, then waved and walked back to the club. Dib watched him go until he re-entered the building, appreciating his tight ass, then got in his car and went home.

The next day:

"Ugh, I should have known better than to go out on a Sunday night." Dib said to himself, sitting down at his desk with his hands on his aching head. "I'm going to be hung-over for a week. I'm getting old." The clock struck 8:00 AM and a bell rang.

"Okay everybody; sit down so I can take roll." The groups of high-schoolers broke up and the students sat at their desks, though they kept talking to each other quietly. Dib looked down his list on his computer screen then at the teenagers, mentally noting who was present in his class and who was absent. He froze when he got to the bottom of his attendance list and saw a very familiar name: 'Zim.'

"Uh, is there a Zim in this class?" Dib asked, nervously scanning the seats and not seeing the beautiful boy from the night before.

"He's always late, Dr. Membrane." One student replied.

"When he decides to come to school at all." Another one piped in, some of the kids laughed at that.

Dib went back through some old attendance files and saw that this Zim did indeed rarely show up for class – just a few times a month - yet he is a straight A student. "It can't be him; there are no 18-year-old students in any of my classes. And none of them are that hot, I would have noticed." Dib thought, feeling relief wash over him as he reasoned this to himself.

His students started looking at each other in the silence, waiting for the class to begin. "Um, Dr. Membrane?" One said tentatively and it shook Dib out of his stupor.

"Oh, uh pass up your homework from Friday and turn your text books to Chapter 7." He started. "Today we start Integration." Some students did so silently and others decided to moan and groan at this information. Dib stood and walked across the aisles slowly, picking up the homework papers and beginning his lecture. He used his remote control to start his powerpoint presentation. The first slide showed a very complicated-looking equation. "To begin, class, let's look at the definition of the derivative as a function of x . . . " As soon as he started talking he saw the familiar look of boredom glaze over everyone's face. Some students were at least attempting to listen and take notes, but others were staring into space or texting each other. As long as it doesn't disturb anyone who is trying to listen Dib didn't care what his students did, if they fail then it's their own fault.

Dib was at the end of the last aisle when the door whooshed open then slammed shut. He turned around to see who had just come in but only saw a green blur as the person ran past him and plunked down into a desk in the back row.

"Late again, Zim!" One of the boys next to him said playfully. Zim pulled a tiny round CD out of his PAK and nudged the student in front of him on the shoulder with it. When she turned around he gave it to her so she could pass it up to the front.

"Like Dr. Membrane ever notices –" Zim looked over to the teacher and stopped in mid-sentence. Dib Membrane was looking straight at him.

"Zim -?" Dib said numbly.

"Ohhhhh ya, that's why you looked so familiar! You're my fucking math teacher!" Zim said, standing up. Everyone stopped whatever it was they were doing to look at Zim. "You look a lot different with your glasses off and your hair styled."

The class all turned from Zim to look at Dr. Membrane at the same time, perfectly synchronized. He was standing there with his eyes and mouth hanging wide open. "Dib?" Zim said and started to walk up the aisle toward him.

"Oh my Glob." Was all Dib said, then he turned around and ran out of the room.