The boys walked him back to their table, which was just a few aisles away, like he was made of gss. They eased him into a chair and gathered around him like he’d been through a traumatic ordeal. Maybe to these guys, having a babe like Poppy hop up and down on your p is a traumatic event, but for him it was a memory to be treasured forever.

  “Do you need a gss of water?” the boy with the blue hair asked. He gestured his hand and produced a gss seemingly from thin air.

  “Pain reliever?” the one wearing the gsses asked on top of him, holding out a rge blue pill.

  “A cleanser? To clean any trace of the girls off your body.” a third with silver hair and huge eyes suggested, holding an abrasive cloth out.

  “A spell to purge the memory of the event from your mind?” the boy named Niels added gravely.

  “No. Thank you everyone, I am okay. I’m not hurt, I am not traumatized. I really didn’t mind sitting with the girls at all.”

  “Hmph!” There was a great exhaling of air as all the boys expressed their distaste at once. Wait. There was something very familiar about this group.

  “It’s not like those juniors to attack a freshman like that,” one boy marveled. He was a little on the heavy side and he had a magnificent beard for a boy nearing adulthood. “Except for Lolli. I expect it from her.”

  “Yes, they’re getting to be as bad as the seniors,” the blue-haired boy shook his head.

  “You all seem so familiar to me.” Linhart was casting back in his memories from the other world, but he suspected he had met these boys here.

  “You don’t remember us?” the one named Niels asked, “That’s just a testament to how terrible your first day at our fair Academy has been, right everyone?” He looked at the others knowingly.

  “That’s right,” several of the other boys agreed. The whole group seemed overly dramatic about everything.

  “We were on Medic duty at the Circled Square today,” the boy named Niels hinted, “We were there when Xenia brought you in for… personal reasons.” His tone changed when he spoke the name Xenia. The animosity was clear.

  Linhart looked around at the five boys’ faces. They certainly were pretty for boys. And they act so refined… Niels had the same short purple hair, chiseled features, and stubbly beard.

  “You’re the Healers from the Pit!” he excimed.

  “That’s right, I’m Niels. That’s Cassian with the blue hair, Lucien with the big eyes, Elias with the gsses, and Sorin with the beard.” he recited, pointing at each boy in turn.

  Linhart was happy to finally connect with some other boys. This was the first contact he’d had with men in the new world and it was going well so far. “Nice to meet you all, I’m Linhart. Sorin, I must say, that is an amazing beard.”

  Sorin turned red and looked down, “Thank you, Linhart. I’m sure you’ll grow one soon.”

  Niels interrupted, “Linhart, you sound like a girl making a comment like that. Please do not embarrass our precious Sorin like that.”

  “He didn’t mean any harm,” Sorin retorted.

  “He may be very pure in heart indeed, brothers,” the serious one with rose-colored gsses added. “Does he not know that girls find beards sexually arousing?”

  “Elias, do not use the S-word so freely, please.” Niels chided the boy, “The girls find it attractive, and it is a good thing that our new friend Linhart is so pure he doesn’t know the connotation.”

  Linhart’s eyes narrowed. Did Niels just insult him in the guise of a compliment? What a bitch! Also, if what they were saying is true, he’s got to find a way to grow a beard.

  “Tell me, Linhart,” Cassian spoke as if testing him, “What do you call the thing that is between your legs?”

  “The thing that’s between my legs?”Linhart repeated, confused, “You mean my dick?”

  The other boys gasped in unison. Lucian dropped the cleanser he was still holding.

  “It is not a ‘dick,’ Linhart,” scolded Niels, “That is the girl’s word for it. It’s a dirty word and a sex-driven word and we should not say it.”

  The boys nodded in unison, and Linhart looked around. Were they really going to make him ask the question?

  “Fine, I’ll ask,” Linhart sighed, “What is the thing that is between my legs?”

  “It is called…” Sorin began, but was quickly interrupted by Niels.

  “It’s called your wiener.”

  They were all nodding along again.

  “It’s impossible for girls to sexualize the wiener,” Niels continued, “They may call it a dick, a dong, a fgpole…”

  “Yours, they will call… a sausage.” Lucien added.

  “Lucien, don’t say that!” Sorin came to his defense, “Linhart can’t help if his wiener is too big.”

  “By the Twelve Gods!” Linhart thundered, “What do you mean it’s… too big?”

  “Well, Linhart…” Niels tone lowered, “We are being very honest with you here. Please do not feel bad or bme us.” He waited for Linhart to agree but he received just a bnk stare.

  “The fact of the matter is…” Elias continued.

  “That your wiener is drawing a lot of attention from the girls.” Lucien finished the thought.

  “And not in a good way.” Niels jabbed the st comment in.

  Linhart paused. What were they talking about? Was it really a bad thing in this world to have a big dick… oh ahh wiener? Were these guys jealous?

  “Boys,” Linhart slowly replied, “You’ve given me a lot to think about.” They were all nodding again in unison. “But I’d like to know one thing. Do you hate women?”

  The boys looked at him with varying levels of incredulity, before denying it completely.

  “No, no, no…” Niels began.

  “We don’t hate girls…” Cassian said.

  “I love girls…” Sorin added.

  “Well, they can be cute at times…” Lucien admitted.

  “Then… What kind of girls do you like…?” Linhart asked, leading them closer to a common girl-loving understanding.

  “Well…” Cassian began.

  “I like tall girls…” stated Lucien.

  “I like girls with big muscles…” Sorin confided.

  “I like girls who treat me right…” Elias said dreamily.

  Is it wrong to want a girl to buy me expensive things?” Cassian asked the others.

  They all agreed it was fine to use a girl to acquire luxury items. Linhart felt like Alice, falling down the Rabbit Hole.

  Niels cleared his throat, and everyone stopped talking. “Brothers, can we all agree that we want a strong woman who offers us security and comfort?”

  The table of boys erupted in agreement, and Linhart felt like spping each of them over the head. Why would he want a girl for security and comfort? Wait. Linhart had a sudden vision of Serapha, in her skintight jumpsuit, leaping to his aid at the wizard tower. He imagined Xenia carrying him away from danger with her bare breasts bouncing to the rhythm of her footfalls. He saw the angelic face of Poppy, as she told all the other girls to fuck off because he was hers, and then she bent over at the waist and grabbed her ankles.

  Maybe Linhart did want a girl who could provide security and comfort.

  But wouldn’t it be better to have a dozen girls instead of just one? He really didn’t think he could limit himself to one girl in a world where he could screw multiple girls in one day.

  Linhart was still deep in thought, when the huge stage lit up and the line of commanders appeared. Finally, the Last Meal was beginning.