Date: Tue, 22 Nov 2005 05:07:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill <bil47_new@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boyhood of a Clone
Boyhood of a Clone
by Bill
Student: Andrew Watson, 3rd Year, U.Cal. - CyberCampus
Course: Sexuality Studies 204 - Explorations in Personal
Sexuality
Assignment: "Early influences on personal sexual attitudes"
Uploaded: November 18, 2055
Influences of a Gay Commune Upbringing
by Andrew Watson
I have lived my entire life in Lambda Community, an urban commune
in San Francisco. Just about all of my attitudes, including
those relating to sexuality, are the product of my communal
upbringing. In writing about early influences on my personal
sexuality, therefore, I find it almost impossible not to branch
off into a variety of aspects of my childhood environment.
Although general attitudes in United North America have come a
long way from the homophobic prejudice and repressed sexuality
that were evident 50 years ago, many people in UNA do not have a
clear picture of life in gay communes, and some are especially
misinformed about communes with active cloning programs. When I
first tell people on the outside about growing up in a commune,
they frequently bring up the "communist" systems of government
that once existed in some countries, not realizing that the loose
network of gay communes is just a lifestyle thing, in no way
political or macroeconomic. But even here at UC-Cyber, where
most students and faculty are familiar with the benign nature of
gay communes, there is a feeling - totally fallacious - that we
reject the libertarian social norms of this country's culture.
Although this assignment is to write about the origins of my
sexual attitudes, I have begun with a description of various
aspects of life in a gay commune, in part to inform fellow
students who read this submission on the course's bulletin board,
but also to show how it relates to aspects of sexuality.
My father was one of the early members of Lambda Community
(usually referred to by residents as "LC" or "the Community"),
joining in 2030, soon after he had earned his master-chef
certification. The Community was recruiting for a prospective
resident capable of supervising its gourmet-level food service,
and Dad was very enthusiastic about the concept of communal
living.
The Community had acquired 12 floors of a late-20th century
high-rise in downtown San Francisco, built at a time when the
vast majority of workers commuted daily to a central employment
location. Our building used to be called the TransAmerica
Pyramid, but the company name was dropped when it was turned into
residential space and artists' lofts. These days we're finally
using all of our space in the Pyramid, now that the Community has
grown to 93 men age 16 and over and 141 boys under 16.
The founding members of LC followed theories originally
propounded by Gay Studies scholars at the University of
Amsterdam, who suggested that gay men needed to band together in
new and larger family structures in order to create a stable
environment for their cloned offspring. [Editor's note: All
footnotes deleted.] Then as now, gay couples who mimicked the
traditional nuclear hetero family were the norm for gay
parenthood in UNA society. And while gay couples sometimes
succeeded in maintaining long-term relationships, more often they
split apart... to the psychological detriment of the offspring.
Studies have shown that the natural male biological imperative to
seek a wide diversity of sexual partners tends to strain gay
marriages even more than it does hetero unions.
Although human cloning has been around for almost 50 years, it
was only with the development of in-vitro gestation in 2022 that
simultaneous birthing of "copies" became feasible. Communal
child-rearing practices made it practicable for LC residents to
birth their legal maximum of three clone-sons all at once.
The plan worked out by the Community's founders has been in
practice for 24 years now. Each year, beginning in 2031, the
Community has birthed a new team - always nine sons from three
fathers, gestated at the San Francisco Institute for Human
Cloning, and born on December 31. While people on the outside are
celebrating New Year's Eve, we celebrate Birth Day. It combines
(and totally eclipses) both Christmas and New Year's for us.
Men are selected by a lottery system to determine when they can
become fathers. (I haven't put my name in yet; maybe in a few
years.) There is a mathematical weighing factor to give better
odds of selection the longer a man has been on the waiting list.
My team was the fifth group born into the team system, on
December 31, 2035. Like most residents of LC (and most people in
the province of California), we have a broad ethnic mix. Me and
my clone-brothers, Brandon and Chris, are of English and
Vietnamese ancestries. Luke, Mikey, and Ned are a
Japanese-Hawaiian-Portuguese mix. And Vic, Will, and Zak look
like classic Northern European types but have some Native
American blood too.
Each team in LC gets a team name at birth. The first team was
named Alpha; we're the Eagle team. The three dads get together
and pick it. It's just one element of building strong group
identity, where the six team members who are not your genetic
brothers are essentially your fraternal twins... your
team-brothers. The Community encourages friendly rivalry with
other teams, with group rewards being given... things like
the "team of the week" getting extra dessert all week at dinner.
And discipline is usually peer-enforced because punishment for
kids is almost always applied to the entire team, with
age-appropriate penalties like no recreational Internet
privileges for a period of time. Even after a team officially
"graduates" at age 16, and members move to different living
situations, the bonds among team members - both clone-brothers
and team-brothers - usually remains quite strong (often enduring
in adult partnerships).
The teams are classified into three age groups, and moving up to
the next group each time is a pretty big deal. The age groups
are: birth through age 5... 6 through 10... and 11 through 15.
When a boy turns 16, he's a full adult in the Community, just as
he is under UNA law.
Some people criticize LC (and similar communes) for keeping it's
sons isolated from the outside world. I would agree that there
are elements of the system that kept us rather insular. For
example, schooling is totally in-Community until age 16. And
younger boys can spend weeks at a time without going outside the
Pyramid. (And I suppose our use of the terms "outsiders" and "the
outside" to refer to the rest of society is evidence of a certain
separateness.) But there are plenty of field trips around the
city and into the countryside, and older boys get out as often as
they like. There's little that definitively sets us apart from
other kids in UNA, except perhaps for the loyalty that we feel to
the Community and to our team.
The Community has always been sexuality-friendly, more so in many
ways than UNA society as a whole. The long-standing tradition of
libertarian sexuality in this country is typically attributed to
the convergence of three factors in the twenty-teens: the
elimination of sexually transmitted diseases, the precipitous
decline in the influence of organized religions, and the global
prosperity brought about by the development of fusion power. But
for the Community, cloning and team-based child-rearing have been
an extra nudge toward complete sexual freedom.
As common as it is for the average person in UNA to enjoy a
variety of sexual partners on a recreational level, the
prevailing attitude still seems to idealize the permanent
two-adult "nuclear" family unit for raising children. Because
cloning and the communal environment have completely separated
procreation and child-rearing from one's choice of living
companions and sex partners, men are free to change partnerships
almost at will without concerns about the effect on their sons.
The stable population within LC (members practically never leave
the Community) has meant that all the people who influence a
boy's life remain in place regardless of his father's shifting
romantic affiliations.
In the Pyramid, living space can be easily reconfigured to
respond to changes in the size of partnerships among residents.
Most men live in partnerships of between two and six members. My
current partnership has four, with a pretty good age range...
there's a 45-year-old, a 32-year-old, (they're both fathers) a
24-year-old who was on the Alpha team, and me -- 19 years old.
Some men, however, like the privacy of their own personal space
and opt for single-resident quarters in the building. Of course
they can have bed-mates for a one-night-stand or an extended
fling. Or they can visit the men's dorm if they want to
participate in the anything-goes group action. The permanent
residents of the men's dorm - 26 men as I write this - are mostly
younger residents, but there are always several older guys who
live there too. And nearly everyone else sleeps over every once
in a while to participate in the action in the dorm's orgy-space
or to party in the adjacent dance club. (Kids under 16 aren't
allowed anywhere in the men's dorm, much less the orgy-space.)
Sexuality for boys in LC is a bit more limited than on the
outside, allowing exploration within their age group but limiting
interaction with other boys. Here are the Community's rules for
boyhood sexual interaction: until age 11, you can only have
sex-play with members of your own team; from 11 through 15, no
more than a 2-year age difference, but not with a man. So an
11-year-old, for example, can play with an 11, 12, or 13-year
old. A 15-year-old can have sex with boys as young as 13, but
nobody older than his 15-year-old brothers. (Of course, at age 13
your available pool of sex-partners is fantastic -- 18 older boys
and 18 younger ones!)
When a team graduates to manhood on their 16th birthday, they
all start out in the men's dorm. Their first year as adults
involves a greatly increased workload of community service, and
of course a greatly increased agenda of sex. (My observation is
that guys around age 16 are the horniest creatures in the animal
kingdom, so the men's dorm is the perfect place!) At age 17, a
lot of us start university studies, but others go straight into
vocational apprenticeships or mentorships, just like on
the outside.
There is a tradition that, on Birth Day, the team that has just
turned 16 invades the men's dorm (their first time in), instructs
the computer in the dance club to wake everyone up with high
energy music, and instigates an extended orgy - with themselves
at the center of attention. For the rest of the day and going
well into New Year's morning, there are nine 16-year-old prima
donna sluts in the orgy-space who are getting hit on at some
point by nearly every adult in the Community. My memory of the
day my team turned 16 is pretty clouded. With all the different
rec-drugs that went along with the orgy, it wasn't surprising
that I woke up late the next day with absolutely no idea how many
men had had their cocks in my mouth or my ass. All I know is that
I kept getting sly compliments from dozens of residents about how
much they had enjoyed being with me at the Birth Day celebration.
I often get asked whether guys in LC experiment with
heterosexuality. The answer is "rarely", and even then it's
usually a one-time lark or a short fling. There are well-regarded
studies showing that over 95% of clones of gay men self-identify
as gay at age 18. And for guys like us who have lived all our
lives in a totally gay-oriented situation, going with our
biological attraction to other males is almost unquestioned.
I've only had physical sex with a woman one time (I don't count
the virtual reality Internet rooms I checked out as a kid). I was
17 and a first-year student at the university, and she and I were
working jointly on a project. I invited her to the Community as
an overnight guest. It was interesting, but also kind of...
unnatural. I decided it just didn't appeal to me. Anyhow,
there's a firm rule that outsiders are not allowed to spend more
than two consecutive nights sleeping at the Community, and women
have to use one of the guest single-spaces for sex and
sleeping... never in a partnership's living space, and certainly
not in the men's dorm.
I suppose I should get on to the specifics of my prepubescent
boyhood. I don't remember being a baby, of course. I really don't
remember much of anything while I was in the Nursery Group (ages
birth through 5). But at the beginning of January every year, a
new team of newborns comes along, and I sometimes sign up to
supervise a team in Nursery. Rough-housing with a team of 4 or
5-year-olds is a lot of fun - like playing with a litter of big
puppies! I've observed a number of teams at this age, and
behavior seems pretty consistent from team to team. They all seem
to have secret "team-speak" words and phrases, which they never
explain to supervisors. Clone-brothers seem to have moderately
better ESP between them than exists between team-brothers (at
least that was true on my team). While I could always tell each
of my eight brothers apart instantly, it's very useful for
supervisors in identifying members of a team that every boy has
his first name printed on his shirts and his underpants. A team
gets a demerit if boys trade clothing.... not that that stopped
us!
The three dads usually play a major role in team supervision. The
LC rules require each dad to have an 8-hour "on-call" shift every
day for the first 10 years, although men can trade shifts or
otherwise bargain with others for coverage. Giving a good blow
job to the guy who covers your shift is considered a standard
measure of compensation, and afterward you're still pretty much
obligated to cover his shift if he asks... but then, you get the
blow job!
Some of the dads are really into child-rearing (my dad was) but
there's no way that one guy could take care of nine babies or
toddlers at a time, even if he wanted to. Every adult LC
resident has to put in 20 hours a week of community service
(young adults who don't yet contribute financially have to put in
more hours) and guys who enjoy being with kids can sign up to
spend service hours supervising a team or being assistant
teachers. Since diaper-changing and feeding aren't all that
popular, the Community long ago decided to hire outsiders -
women, pretty much - to do a lot of the child care for the
Nursery Group. None of them lives in LC, though; they just work
their shift and go home.
When I was a kid, my Dad always spent a good amount of individual
time with me and my clone-brothers. He wasn't a feminine "mom"
type like a few of the men in the Community, but just a very
loving and involved dad. Always providing a comfortable lap to
snuggle in, always ready with a hug and kiss, and always
available for non-patronizing conversation. When we were old
enough, he let us help out in the kitchen - either individually,
two of us, or all three - while he supervised meal preparation.
I can't remember when we started having sex-play with each other.
>From observing other teams at age 3 or so, there's a little bit
of checking each other's dicks as soon as they're out of
diapers... especially in the bathroom when boys are so proud of
taking a pee standing up. But sex-play at a young age seems to be
pretty minimal, in part because in Nursery Group kids take
individual baths instead of group showers, and they sleep in
those one-piece fuzzy pajamas (with the feet!) in cribs set apart
from each other by partitions.
There's a big transition for kids when they hit 6. On Birth Day,
there is always a big celebration throughout the Community where
gifts are exchanged. Everyone helps prepare buffet feasts that
are eaten all through the day, and each team puts on a show of
skits and songs for the whole Community. And on the Birth Day
that we turned 6, we were moved out of our nursery dorm to make
room for the next team of newborns and moved to another floor of
the building where the Primary Group (the age 6 - 10 teams) has
their dorms. Instead of the enveloping fuzzy pajamas of our
younger years, we were told to sleep in just our briefs... or
nude if we wanted. Very quickly we got the word from older boys
that nude sleeping was the only acceptable way. And instead of
our familiar cribs, we now slept in sleep-sacks on mattresses
that could be arranged any way we liked. (The mattresses in the
dorms mount on the walls in the daytime, so the kids can
literally bounce off the walls.) We always liked sleeping with
all the mattresses pushed together and I guess we started really
playing with each others' dicks during those first exciting weeks
of sleeping in a heap of naked little-boy bodies.
I've supervised teams in the Primary Group during their evening
playtime, and unselfconscious sex-play is definitely a favorite
activity. The lack of pubescent hormones in the younger years
keeps things on a very casual and fun basis, however. The group
play can go from tickling to sex to wrestling to snuggling and
back to sex, almost at random. There are no limitations on
sex-play among team members in their dorm, other than "no
bullying", and they usually neither notice or care if an adult is
observing their fun. Adult supervision at night is generally by
video monitor, unless the supervisor needs to go into the team
dorm to break up a fight or take care of some other problem. I
guess it's kind of voyeuristic for a dad or supervisor to watch
the sex-play - in person or on a monitor - but privacy has never
been a big issue at LC.
Moving up to Primary Group also meant spending a lot more time at
the 6th Floor Park with older kids. When the Community renovated
the Pyramid before moving in, they removed the floors on the 7th
and 8th levels, brought in tons of soil, and planted trees and
grass. The result is a park with 60 feet of clearance to the
ceiling, and 25,000 square feet of wide open space (except for
the elevators in the middle). Enough for a half-size soccer field
and a lot of play area. We would go there during the daily
athletic period and hang out there a lot during free time when we
weren't in school classes or doing chores or individual academic
work on the computers.
At the Park, there are sun lamps in the ceiling and the daytime
and early evening temperature is always 72 degree F, with a nice
gentle breeze. Rather than change into athletic clothes, everyone
just strips down to their briefs when they're playing. Each team
wears a different color of underpants - the same color as the
shirts each of team wears every day until graduation. The Eagles
had black tee shirts or polo shirts and black briefs, usually
worn with khaki pants or shorts. I liked the look. Most outsiders
think it's rather regimented for the whole team to dress the same
every day, but it just felt right... and I still wear a black
shirt (and black briefs!) almost every day.
In our first few days after moving up to the Primary Group, my
team was pretty shy amid all the shouting and rough-housing of
the Park. During athletic period, the supervising adults usually
had the older four teams pair off for soccer games or practice
while we played on the climbing equipment and in the elevated
playhouse. A lot of us just watched the games, envious of the
skills of the older boys, and admiring their growing bodies
dressed only in tight briefs and sneakers. I especially remember
the moment on one of those early days when the Alpha Team -
exercising their status as the oldest boys in the group - started
shouting that it was time for wrestling matches, and the
supervisors rolled out a big wrestling mat from a hidden storage
compartment.
"Can we wrestle Greek-style?" pleaded the 10-year-olds. Their
supervisor said "Sure!" as he instructed the computer to prepare
random match-ups of the team members, with the tournament
brackets displayed on a big wall monitor. We quickly learned that
"Greek-style" was nude wrestling - just like they did in ancient
times. As two boys removed their shoes and peeled down their
white briefs for the first match, the rest of us kids gathered
around to watch.
This was the first time I remember seeing an erect penis (though
I probably had before), when two of the 10-year-old boys got
excited from the skin-to-skin contact during their matches. The
wrestling matches often ending with one boy on his back and the
winner sprawled on top of him... crotch-to-crotch... holding the
loser's wrists to the ground. Because puberty usually hits at
age 11, the 10-year-old Alphas had more developed genitals than
the younger kids in Primary Group.
The other Alphas started stripping nude even before their matches
came up, and I stared with wide eyes as they began playing with
each other's stiff dicks (at least until one of the supervisors
told them to "save it for the dorm"). This was the beginning of
our education in boyhood sexuality, and the cues we picked up
from older boys were almost always reflected in our own
night-time dorm play... like the nude wrestling we 6-year-olds
did on our pushed-together mattresses that very night.
I remember another time that year when two of the Alphas - one of
them an athletic dark-skinned boy whom I had admired from a
distance, the other a team-mate of Asian ancestry - got into some
kind of bet during athletic period, with the wager being a blow
job. What made this especially interesting, and added to the
excitement of the fast-spreading whispered buzz ("hey guys!
Jamal's gonna get his dick sucked!"), was that the dark-skinned
winner and his two clone-brothers had the biggest dicks in the
entire Primary Group. They were bigger soft than the other kids
were when their cocks were stiff!
The adult supervisors usually stop overt public sex, with the
familiar instruction "that kind of play belongs back in the dorm"
and the threat of a demerit for the offenders' team if the
instruction is disregarded. But this time the supervisors (some
of them teenage men) just grinned and watched, along with all the
kids. The loser of the bet got on his knees and pulled down his
team-brother's white briefs, which had the word "Jamal" printed
on the butt, and exposed a 4- inch soft dick that pumped up to a
full 6 inches of impressive erection only seconds after being
touched. The kneeling boy looked up at his team-brother and
grinned as he fondled the hairless ballsack in one hand and the
impressive boy-tool in his other hand, pulling the foreskin down
to fully expose the slightly-flared purple-black cock-head. Then
he brought his lips down and let the victor's elegant
adult-length boner slide slowly into his mouth.
As the Asian boy expertly sucked the black boy with long, smooth
strokes of his lips and tongue, the whole gang of 43 other little
kids (and five supervisors) looked on admiringly... many of the
kids rubbing the tented fronts of their variously-colored briefs,
and some pulled down the waistbands of their underpants to diddle
their boyish stiffies with little fingers. As the dark-skinned
lad began to pump his hips into his team-brother's face, some of
the other boys were shouting encouragement. My team of
5-year-olds didn't know WHAT to think, never having even hear of
a blow job until then. We just looked on in wonder, standing
on tip-toes to see around the older kids in front.
I guess the climax shouldn't have been a total surprise to us
6-year-olds. After all, the other members of the Alpha team were
telling everyone within ear-shot "Wait til you see this!", "You
won't believe this part!", "Come on, Sammy, make that white stuff
come out of his dick!" The Asian boy let the straining boy-cock
pop out of his mouth and jacked it the rest of the way with his
hand. The black boy scrunched his face and moaned with lust as a
few globs of translucent cum spit from his boner onto the grass,
urged out by the up-and-down motion of the other boy's hand.
"WOW!!!" was the universal response from the onlookers. The older
kids in the group had a much better idea of what they were seeing
than my team did, and as the sturdy dark-skinned kid pulled up
his briefs, he received high-fives, pats on the back, and
glowing words of admiration - especially from the 9-year-olds.
The cute Asian kid, who had so effectively demonstrated his
team-brother's early arrival into pubescence, got a fair share of
the admiration too. The rest of the 10- year-old Alphas glowed
with vicarious pride, undoubtedly having intimately viewed nearly
every previous spurting cum by their brother... and no doubt
those of his two clone-brothers as well.
Although my brothers and I were basically ignored by the oldest
Primary Group boys, we had a good deal of interaction with the
7-year-old Spartans and 8-year-old Panthers.
Word-of-mouth information about boyhood sexuality filtered down
to us, and became a continuing part of our dorm-play in the
evenings and mornings. Since we were now taking groups showers in
our team dorm, this was a favorite place to rub our wet, soapy
bodies against each other... to press two little-boy boners
together... or hump against a team-mate's soft slippery butt.
And lying on our floor mattresses at night, not yet ready to slip
our naked bodies into a sleep-sack, touching each other...
exploring...
sucking each other as we had seen the big boys do on a couple of
occasions. Lots of times we joined two or more sleep-sacks
together by their velcro side-seams and we hugged and fondled
each other into the night.
By the time our Eagle Team got to be 10 years old and the
top-of-the-heap in the Primary Group, we were thoroughly versed
in how to bring each other to dry orgasms. (None of us could
shoot cum yet, but some of us were getting close.) We were adept
at using our fingers and lips and tongues to best effect, on the
most sensitive parts of a brother's body, to produce the best
pleasure result. We delighted at inventing new sex games, and
enhancing those we heard about from other boys. Our favorite
must have been pretty spectacular to watch... a 9-boy daisy
chain, each boy sucking another and sometimes sliding a finger
into the brother's virgin ass. Since we had countless
opportunities (and lots of motivation) to practice our skill, we
got VERY good at it. We enjoyed showing our group-suck technique
off to adult supervisors, and we basked in their praise of our
resourcefulness.
There was never anything I would describe as romantic love among
the team-mates at this age, but we were united in our intensely
devoted brotherhood and always eager to make each other feel
good. (Even today, when we play in the men's soccer league -
still together as the Eagles team - we almost always have sexual
fun in the shower afterwards.)
You'll remember I mentioned that Community rules prohibit sex
with anyone except same-age boys up through age 10. Well, it was
a rule that sometimes got violated. With 45 boys playing in the
park during athletics or during recess breaks in our academic
studies, it was not unheard of for boys of different teams to
duck behind the elevators, out of sight of the supervising
adults, to pull down our underpants and play with each other's
dicks. The urge for sexual variety was evident even among this 6
- 10 age group, but if discovered by a supervisor it was always
halted and sometimes punished with demerits for both teams.
I never heard of a Secondary Group kid messing with a boy in the
Primary Group, though it probably happens. The fact is that the
different age groups have very little direct contact with each
other. But there were adults who sometimes play with boys. It's
fairly rare, but certainly not unheard of, to see a guy cited for
"inappropriate interaction with child" in the monthly newsletter,
and the embarrassment factor from the notoriety usually keeps
those impulses under control. But a couple guys have been
expelled over the years from the community for repeated offenses.
Even my Dad, who is a stickler for Community rules, let his hands
wander a few times... not that I minded! One time when I was
about 9, I had gone directly from the Park to the kitchen to tell
him about a game we had just won, and I was just in my briefs and
shoes. I was sitting sideways in his lap, talking and snuggling
while his hand caressed my thigh. When his fingers lingered on
my inner thigh near the elastic leg-band of my underpants, I got
a really good feeling. As many times as I had played sexually
with my brothers, I had never done it with Dad.
When my little penis quickly rose to a nice 3" erection I pulled
his hand to the front of my briefs and said something like "Would
you play with my stiffy? Please, Daddy?" His lips kissed my neck
as he massaged my boyish boner through the soft material. I was
loving it and quickly wiggled out of my underpants, now sitting
naked on Dad's lap. As he gently fondled my erection his breath
warmed my neck and I hugged him tightly. But he stopped after
only a minute or so - well before I could orgasm - and said "get
on back to the dorm Andy; time for me to get to work on dinner."
His face was flushed, but he had a warm, loving expression on his
face as I pulled on my underpants and ran to the dorm. I
immediately talked to my clone-brothers about it, and they were
really jealous, because Dad had never played with their dicks.
Over the next few days, all three of us played a game of trying
to get Dad to fondle us, then coming back to the dorm to whisper
about how we had done. But then he sat all three of us down,
telling us that he was wrong to do sex-play with us. And he
scolded us mildly for acting so sexy toward him, ruffed our hair
with his hand, and gave us light swats on our butts as we ran off
to play.
And after I hit puberty, Dad and I watched each other jack off in
the showers a few times after working out in the Community gym.
We looked so much alike when we were naked, and our jack-off
techniques were practically identical too! Since graduation,
we've had real sex once, but we decided we weren't really into
it. He said it made him feel a little weird, and that made it
feel strange for me too. I remember long discussions with my
brothers in our early teen years about how whether our dads were
really just another clone-brother, like the different-age clone
sets that are common on the outside. But we always ended up with
the acknowledgment that psychologically (and legally, of course)
Dad was definitely my father and not my brother.
When we turned 11, on Birth Day in the year 2043, we again moved
to a different area of the building - this one containing the
dorms for teams in the Secondary Group (the 11 - 15 age range).
We were now officially "big kids", with an assortment of new
privileges. We gained access to virtual reality Internet, were
issued some VERY cool high-tech sex toys for our dorm room, had a
lot more opportunities to go outside the Pyramid (for sports,
education, and just to explore), and - especially - we now had
sleep-overs with other teams. Being 11, we were allowed to have
sex with boys in the two next older teams - the 12-year-old
Spartans and the 13-year-old Panthers, and the Community
facilitated this activity by scheduling sleep-overs with those
teams. The Panthers, of course, had the busiest social calendars
since they also had sleep-overs with the 14-year-old Samurai and
the 15- year-old Alphas.
A lot of one-on-one romantic relationships between boys on
different teams are spawned by sleep-overs. Some of this is just
curiosity and fun, but other times it's based on deeply felt
crushes. For me, these different- age crushes were very
different from the feelings I had for my brothers (although true
romantic feelings eventually emerged among some of my brothers in
the years after graduation).
Shortly before a sleep-over, each member of the team is matched
with a member of the other team, based in part on preferences
submitted by the older team members, but with the selection
ultimately made by the computer. Four of the couples stay in the
younger team's dorm, five in the older team's. If the two guys
who are matched up want to, they can go off together in private
before sleeping-time, but usually there is just a lot of casual
"fun" group sexual activity. The older boys are almost always
leading the way... showing the younger boys new things... playing
the dominant role in sexual interaction.
As soon as we had moved up to Secondary Group after Birth Day, my
brothers and I had started chattering about which older boys we
thought were the most desirable. Little did we know that the two
next older teams were talking about which of us new arrivals they
would seduce, as if romantic attachment were just a game (which
of course it was at that age, since we did the same thing
ourselves as we moved up).
My first crush developed not long after I turned 11. The boy,
whose name was Roger, was two years older than me. Roger and I
were matched up together when the Panthers had their first
sleep-over with my team. We hadn't seen much of the Panthers in
the two years since they moved up to the Secondary Group, but I
had remembered Roger and his clone-brothers pretty well from when
they were in the Primary Group - they were very handsome and
athletic and were surprisingly considerate of younger kids back
when they were 10 years old. Now Roger was a strapping youth of
13. Standing 5'6" to my 4'11". His solid build and broad
shoulders contrasted with my skinny pre-pubescence.
Sleep-overs usually started with the different-age couple talking
for a while and getting to know each other. When I got to the
Panthers' dorm, I felt an immediate sense of excitement when
Roger smiled warmly at me and took me by the hand to show me his
team's collections of "stuff". As we talked, still holding
hands, I told him I remembered him from Primary Group. He said
that he remembered me too and had always thought I was cute. I
blushed and felt a peculiar tightness in my chest. When he asked
if I wanted to go someplace for privacy, I instantly agreed.
I had never really been alone with a boy who wasn't my brother,
and my excitement grew when Roger gave me a quick kiss and
squeezed my hand, then led me to a storage room just down the
hall. At first, we just talked about what it was like being in
the Secondary Group as we sat side-by-side on a low stack of
sleeping pads. He had his arm draped lightly over my shoulder,
and our legs were pressed together. I had so many questions, and
he answered them patiently. But then he steered the conversation
to sex-play... asking what my team enjoyed doing together, and
what kinds of discussions my team had about older boys and sleep-
overs. He told me how nervous and excited he had felt on his
first sleep-over two years previously and assured me that it was
one of the best things about turning 11. As we talked about the
fun of boy-sex, his hand slid up the inside of my thigh, past the
hem of my loose khaki shorts, up to my underpants, as the arm
around my shoulder hugged me more firmly.
"I like you a lot, Andy," he murmured close to my ear, as his
fingertips slipped further into my briefs and touched my
stiffening cock. "I think we'll get to be good friends... and I
know we'll have a lot of fun together tonight." My senses were
tingling under the insistent stroking of his fingers and his hot
breath in my ear. Then his hand slipped out of my pants leg, and
he stood up, pulling me up too... into his embrace. As he drew
our bodies together, I looked up into his handsome face. He
leaned down and his lips glanced against mine, then pressed more
firmly. The tip of his tongue peeked out from his parted lips and
found mine peeking out too. He gently pulled my polo shirt up
over my head, then peeled off his own tee shirt. Our bare chests
rubbed together - mine that of a skinny 11-year- old; his
starting to develop a handsome musculature, his abs becoming
defined from gym workouts.
As we began kissing again, I knew that my feelings were different
from anything I had felt while kissing a brother or my father.
His hands caressed my back, and my entire body felt hot, my
breath ragged, and I was lost in my exploration of every minute
bump on the surface of Roger's tongue. Roger's hands came
between our bodies and he unbuttoned my pants... and then his
own, lowering both zippers. His lips moved from my mouth to my
ear. "Let's get naked," he whispered, and his tongue flicked
against my ear lobe, sending chills through me. Even as he was
saying the words, his hands were sliding under the waistband of
my briefs, and both pants and underpants were being slid down my
thighs.
I excitedly pulled his slacks and briefs down too, and we both
stepped out of the last of our clothes. As his body pressed
against mine there in the dimly-lit storage room, I felt the heat
of his adolescent erection pressing urgently against my belly as
we kissed once more. Then his hand came down to fondle my rigid
4" boner and smooth ball-sack, and my hand reached for his. He
had a throbbing 6" cock with a small patch of curly hairs at the
base. His balls hung down in a cradle of satin skin. Roger was
far more mature than any boy I had ever been with, and the effect
was intoxicating.
"Oh Andy... I want you so much... Oh God; you're so sexy, baby."
This kind of talk was foreign to me, even with my years of
sexuality in the team dorm, and it sent me reeling with my first
feelings of true lust.
"Suck me, baby."
Yes!! My mouth watered for his cock. This wasn't dorm- play; this
was the real thing. I sank to my knees and nuzzled my face
against his impressive cock and his dangling balls. I inhaled his
musky scent as my fingertips stroked the hot, smooth cock-flesh.
Taking a cock in my mouth was as natural to me as eating food,
but my entire previous experience had been with my eight pre-
pubescent brothers on the team. The taste of his cock was
different... stronger, and the size filled my mouth. I was a
big-kid now... having big-kid sex with a strong sexy, older boy,
and I was exhilarated.
As my tongue and wet lips toyed with Roger's foreskin and cock-
head, he put his hands on my head and drew me closer.
"Oh yeah! Suck it, lover. Suck me good!"
Mmmm... that did it. Lover! That fed my puppy-love (puppy-lust?),
and drove me to prove myself worthy of this older boy's "love".
I attacked his shaft with my mouth, taking his cock deeper than I
had ever sucked one before, fighting the discomfort to take him
all the way into my throat. My lips pressed against the wisps
of hair at the base of his erection as his fingers stroked my
hair and neck and shoulders. My mouth rose up again, my lips and
tongue making twisting swirls around the flared ridge of his
cock-head as I pulled the skin of his erection taut with my hand.
Roger's moans of lust inspired me even more, as I rode his
adolescent boner with my mouth, anxious to taste cum for the
first time.
Roger was obviously aiming for a quick cum. (It sure wouldn't be
his last of the evening!) His hips thrust against my face. His
hands gripped the sides of my head. The urgency of his moans was
accompanied by a tenseness, then a trembling, in his legs...
something I was well-familiar with from my own countless dry
orgasms, and those of my brothers. I redoubled my oral attentions
and squeezed gently on his tightening ball-sack. Although I knew
all about cum (we certainly weren't naive about sexuality!) I was
still surprised when the first blast hit the roof of my mouth. It
was followed quickly by several more spurts, and I swallowed
rapidly in self-defense.
Wow! I had made a big kid cum... for real... with my mouth!
Roger's words of pleasure and appreciation filled my ears and my
mind.
He pulled me to my feet and kissed me more passionately that I
had ever been kissed. His tongue plunged into my mouth, perhaps
seeking out the male-juice he had just shot into it, and I sucked
his tongue as I had sucked his cock. Then he eased me down on
the stack of mattresses with my legs dangling over the side and
knelt between my knees. I craned my neck up and looked down at
his face. His smile and glimmering eyes made me feel alive with
hero worship and desire. As his mouth came down on my boyish
erection, my body tensed with an electric jolt of lust. His warm
lips moved down the shaft, and I brought my fingers to his wavy
dark hair... not pulling his head, just touching and caressing
him. After sucking my cock for a few minutes with exquisite
technique, he lapped and sucked at my balls (which had been
growing larger and more sensitive in recent months).
Then his tongue snaked its way lower. He lifted my legs and
pushed them back, exposing my puckered ass hole to his
attentions. His tongue made a long, luscious pass at my clenched
anus, and I grabbed my legs, pulling them back even more. Roger
spread my ass cheeks with his hands and proceeded to drill his
tongue into the ring of muscle. This was a first for me. My
brothers and I had done finger-play, but never thought to use
our tongues this way.
When Roger's head finally pulled away, I looked down at him again
and the crooked, knowing smile on his lips made my mind melt into
a puddle of goofy romantic love. He reached over to his pants on
the floor and pulled a small bottle out of the pocket. "Lube," he
said, and dribbled some on my erection and some on my puckered
hole, then some more in his right hand and two fingers of his
left.
As Roger's slippery hand enveloped my tingling boner, a
lube-slick finger slid against the opening of my anus. His right
hand was moving up and down on my cock, varying pressure and
speed, sometimes twirling around my exposed cockhead, as his left
index finger cork-screwed into my tight hole. As his
masturbating strokes became more intense, the finger withdrew and
was replaced by two fingers, slowly penetrating me. My head was
spinning with the overload of sensation as I pulled back my knees
to my shoulders. There was no pain... only intense electric
pleasure.
Roger's churning right hand was working my cock expertly when
suddenly my body went into overdrive. His probing fingers has
found that special place inside my virgin ass that my brothers
and I had never discovered in our sex-play, and it was like my
sexual nervous system was spazzing out. Roger's masturbation
talents and his gentle manipulation inside my rectum sent me to a
place I had never been before, my penis feeling very strange but
very wonderful. In seconds, I was over the edge into a level of
orgasm unlike anything I had experienced. My breathing stopped
for a long moment, and then... oh, God!... I felt a splattering
of fluid on my skinny chest. It was... YES! It was cum! Roger's
manual talents had brought me to my first cum, and my whole being
shuddered with delight.
Roger lay down beside me, wiping off his hands and my body with
his teeshirt, and we snuggled and kissed for a few glorious
minutes.
"Good one, huh?" he said at last. I nodded dumbly through the
lifting fog of my pleasure.
"Time to go back to the dorm room; ok?" he said. "Don't want to
miss out on the group-fun." As he looked into my eyes, his hand
stroked my smooth ass cheek, and he added: "I'm gonna fuck you
tonight... is that ok, lover?"
I smiled, knowing from the rumor mill that this was a tradition
of the first Secondary Group sleep-over.
"Me and my brothers never really did fucking for real," I
answered; "but I want you to...." The words caught in my throat
for a moment, "... to make love to me," I finally said shyly. He
gave me that incredible warm smile again and then kissed me
tenderly as he pulled my body to his.
"I'll make love to you really good," he whispered. "I'll give you
the best time you've ever had."
My first boyhood crush was carved in stone at that moment... a
romance that would last 2 whole months (an eternity for such
things!).
We didn't even bother dressing as we carried our clothes a short
way down the hall to the door of the Panther's dorm. As we
entered, we saw that our brothers had already started their
group-fun.
Roger and I stood naked at the doorway of his team-dorm for a few
moments, surveying the scene. Inside were eight boys -- four of
my 11-year-old brothers, who were paired off with the same number
of 13-year-olds who made up half of Roger's team. Each had a look
of energetic joy on his face. And the activity was getting much
more overtly sexual than when we had slipped out 20 minutes
before.
The room was garishly lit with a purple glow that had no
discernable source, and retro-dance-pop music throbbed from the
walls and ceiling. Eight naked sweating bodies, each sporting a
bobbing erection, gyrated to the insistent beat. Bodies rubbed
together sensuously, and boys fondled each other as they danced,
pausing for a few moments to kiss and hug. In the center of the
room -- on a small raised platform -- stood a tall diva with
milk-chocolate-skin, belting out turn-of-the-century-style
vocals. She had an ample bosom spilling over the top of her black
leather bustier, but also a noticeable bulge in the front of her
tight leather hot-pants. Dancing beside her and ostentatiously
caressing her body were two androgynously beautiful blond teenage
boys clad only in metal-studded black leather collars. The diva
and go-go boys shimmered with the other-worldly translucence of
low-tech holography, beneath three individual cones of light when
they danced apart, or under a single projector in the ceiling
when their images touched.
As we stood in the doorway, sexual feelings were starting to
tingle again inside me as I watched the four couples getting
intensely erotic with each other. While some of the boys were
mostly absorbed in dancing, two couples were intently watching
the holo-vid. Even the watchers, however, had their hands all
over each other. My gaze shifted back and forth between the
holograms and Brandon -- one of my clone-brothers -- who was
watching the vids with wide-eyed wonder. The older lad who was
his partner for the night stood behind my brother with arms
wrapped around the younger boy's body; one hand moving sensuously
across Brandon's smooth chest... the other hand concentrating on
the 11-year-old's almost-pubescent boner and dangling ball-sack.
Brandon's hands reached behind him to clasp his partner's ass
cheeks, and the older boy's body rubbed against Brandon's smooth
round ass and sweaty back as they both moved to the infectious
musical beat.
"Watch this part of the vid, Andy," said Roger. "It's my favorite
scene."
My attention turned back to the holo-vid characters as one of the
computer-generated go-go boys was kneeling at the diva's feet
while the other stood behind the singer, playing with her
substantial tits. With one motion, the standing boy ripped open
the bustier and the other pulled at the hot pants -- revealing a
surrealistically large black cock pointing up at full erection.
Both clothing items fell apart in shreds (not very realistic, but
a pretty cool effect), and the dark skinned transsexual diva was
now nude, except for her thigh-length high-heeled boots. Her
pulsing 14-inch cock -- the appearance of which drew giggles and
shouts of approval from the watching boys -- disappeared into the
go-go boy's mouth as he masturbated his own perfectly-formed
erection. I watched as he performed an aggressive deep-throating
oral worship of her fantasy-size cock -- a feat only possible in
the world of computer-design holography. The duplicate holo-boy
was standing behind the diva, tweaking the prominent hard nipples
on her pillow-breasts and grinding his hairless crotch against
her ass in time to the music.
Roger and I had only been watching the scene for a couple minutes
when one of the couples (my team-brother Luke and Roger's clone-
brother Ryan) noticed us and came over with big grins on their
faces. Luke practically wrapped his body around mine when I gave
him a friendly hug. His body hummed with energy and he purred
like a cat as he humped his pre-pubescent boner against my thigh.
"Isn't this TOTALLY INCREDIBLE, Andy?!" he enthused. I agreed
that the sleep-over was cool so far -- especially having porn
holo-vids playing in a dorm room -- but I thought to myself that
Luke was acting pretty strange.
Beside me, Roger and his duplicate were kissing messily when Ryan
paused and said, loudly enough to be heard over the music, "We
saved you guys the last two hits of E-7. Come on; you need to
catch up!"
"Yeah! Let's get high!" said Roger as he pulled me by the
hand toward the shower room adjacent to the team-dorm. I took one
last look back at the holo-vid characters to see one of the go-go
boys getting a stand-up fuck from the big transsexual, while he
was simultaneously being sucked off by his effeminate twin.
In the large tile-walled room with showers, sinks, and toilets,
Roger opened a storage compartment and reached to the far back
behind a stack of towels. He pulled out two small plastic vials
and handed me one.
"Ever done rec-drugs?" he asked.
I silently shook my head "no" and stared at the label on the
bottle. It read:
"Ecstasy-VII. Recreational substance. Schedule A.
Effects: Euphoria; physical energy; erotic enhancement.
Duration of effect: 90 minutes, transitioning to tranquilitic.
Note: Although the efficacy of this product is universal,
Ecstasy-VII has been specifically designed to provide
maximum enhancement to gay-male sexual activity."
I looked over at Roger, and he had already twisted off the top of
the ampule and poured the ounce or so of bright blue fluid into
his mouth. His cheeks bulged a bit as he swished it around.
"Is this safe?" We had always been warned that children shouldn't
do rec-drugs.
After a few moments, Roger swallowed. "You kidding? It's only a
Schedule A, Andy.... 'Certified safe by an agency of the United
North America government'." (He spoke the last part in the
officious tone of the voice-over in drug advertisements on the
network vids.)
"What if we get caught? What about the supervisor."
"Hey. You've been in Secondary Group for a whole week and haven't
figured out that you don't get direct supervision any more?"
"Oh... yeah." A lifetime of having 24-hour-a-day monitoring by
adults -- at least nominally -- was hard to shake off. "But how
did you get this stuff?"
Roger was already starting to get off on the drug. His eyes were
closed and he had a big smile on his face. His body was moving
with the beat of the music in the other room, and I watched as
his penis pulsed itself up to an impressively stiff erection in
about 20 seconds -- without being touched.
"Roger! ... How did you guys get this stuff?" I repeated, louder
and somewhat insistently.
"Oh; sorry," he grinned. "We got it the same way we always get
rec-drugs. Traded with an adult. I hear they have tons of this
stuff in the men's dance club and the orgy-room. There's always
a few adults who will give you some in trade for sex." As he
spoke, Roger moved his hands over his body, tweaking his nipples,
sliding his hands down his firm belly, giving his 6-inch boner a
few luscious strokes. "Come on.... You're officially a big kid
now. Might as well play like one."
My brain was overwhelmed with the newness of all this. Under the
Community's rules, rec-drugs were forbidden for kids under 16.
And sex between boys and men was against the rules too. The men
risked expulsion from the Community. Yet now I find there's a
black market of trading boy-sex for drugs! (Of course, I was to
learn that such behavior was not at all uncommon in the intensely
libertarian world outside the Community, where even boys from
affluent families casually traded sexual favors for drugs or
extra spending money with little or no societal interference.)
In spite of some misgivings, I was undeniably excited by the
obvious effects the drug, and my brothers seemed not to have had
any qualms, so I carefully opened the ampule and drained every
drop of the sweet-tasting fluid into my mouth.
"Swirl it around for about 10 seconds. Some of it gets absorbed
through your tongue, and you get an immediate lift-off," said my
guide to the ways of big-kid fun.
Sure enough, a warm rush began surging through my body as I
finally swallowed the dose. I felt the deep bubbling bass notes
and percussive beats of the music much more intimately. My body
started moving, almost automatically, and a tingling glow
emanated from my crotch. Looking down, I was not surprised to see
my 4-inch erection pointing up eagerly, even though I had cum
only 10 minutes before. When I reached down and gently caressed
it, a shivering erotic thrill accompanied my touch. DAMN! I
understood what my brother Luke had been gushing about. This E-7
stuff was AWESOME!
Even as my brain was doing an inventory of what was happening, my
body was caught up in the rhythm and I found myself sliding into
in an auto-pilot dance groove. Dancing in the dorm room had been
practically an every-day activity for us since my team had moved
into Primary Group at age 6. In fact, music selection (and volume
level) for the team's dorm-room sound system had been an early
and ongoing exercise in cooperative decision-making among the
nine team members. And since we always shucked off all our
clothes as soon as we settled into the dorm in the evening, nude
dancing was basically the norm. But now I was dancing with a
handsome 13-year-old, who stood several inches taller than me,
and whose beautiful adolescent erection had a small pubic bush at
its base. And, of course, this was my first time dancing under
the influence of a stimulant rec-drug. Roger and I brought
our bodies together as we danced, maintaining intense eye
contact, and then embraced as our cocks rubbed together.
Roger reached around my hips and grabbed my ass cheeks with both
hands, grinding his boner against my belly, and leaned down to
kiss me firmly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and returned
his kiss with equal passion. The range of sensations I was
feeling is sort of hard to describe, but most of all I felt
intensely euphoric. And the taste of Roger's tongue on mine
seemed the most delicious thing I had ever experienced. His
young adolescent boy-scent filled my nostrils like a flower
garden on a summer evening. The tactile acuity of my fingertips
was exquisitely sensitive, while the stimulations produced when
my cock slid against Roger's moving body jolted my nervous system
like miniature orgasms.
We hugged even tighter, and... it was almost as if we had
choreographed this... Roger lifted my ass as I hopped up and
wrapped my legs around his waist. I clung to his body, and he
embraced mine, with an almost fierce mutual lust. Our tongues
were dueling frantically, and my skinny boyish body humped
against Roger with a chemically-fueled urgency as the party-noise
blared in the next room. As Roger's hands spread my ass cheeks,
his cockhead poked against my sensitive hole. One of the effects
of the drug became instantly clear -- it had greatly increased
the sexual sensations emanating from my virgin anus. I moaned
deeply and tried to push myself down on his erection.
"MAN!" grinned the 13-year-old when our kiss finally broke. "You
are so fuckin' HOT! You think you're ready to take my cock in
your ass, lover?"
"Oh, YES! Do it!" I squealed delightedly in my high treble voice.
I was so totally ready to be fucked at this point, I probably
could have taken him with no lube. And there was no doubt that
Roger was anxious to plunge his cock into the sexy body that was
slithering sensuously in his arms.
But then several voice shouted from the other room:
"Hey Roger! Come on! It's show-time."
"You guys are being unsociable."
"Get your horny asses in here!"
"Come on, Andy. Time to go out and join the party." And he walked
us into the dorm room with his cock sliding along my ass-crack
and with me clinging to him like a baby monkey to its mama. The
infectious bass and synth beats of the music resonated through my
body. The purple glow of the room's lighting was translated as
erotic warmth by my brain. And as I quickly scanned the room, I
saw that rampant boyhood sexuality was flowing more intensely
than before.
The holo-vids had been turned off, and two real live performers
were the center of attention. My clone-brother Brandon was on his
knees, eagerly sucking off Alex -- his sleep-over partner -- and
fondling the standing boy's ball-sack. Alex had his fingers
entwined in Brandon's hair and guided the rhythm and depth of my
brother's blow job, humping his 5-inch cock into Brandon's
willing mouth.
The three other couples watched the sex scene as they sat on
sleeping pads that had been folded and secured into a chair-back
configuration. Each pair of boys snuggled and kissed and fondled
each other while keeping an eye on the show. Hands roamed
sensuously over each other's bodies, concentrating on stiff cocks
and smooth asses.
Roger's clone brother Ryan reached up his hand as we passed by,
and Roger slapped the palm in greeting. "Hey, bro! About time you
stopped acting like an only and decided to join the team! We're
just starting show-time. We're doing computer's-choice. Have a
seat." A sleep pad had already been configured as a floor-level
chair for us, and when Roger let go of me, I slid down his body
and landed on my feet. Roger plopped himself on the pad with his
legs bent and spread, patting the space in front of his crotch
for me to sit. I practically jumped into place, and snuggled back
against him, feeling his hot erection pressing against the small
of my back.
As I watched Brandon giving an energetic and expert blow-job to
the most mature cock he had ever sucked, Alex was clearly getting
off in a major way. His eyes we closed tight, and his face was
grimacing with pleasure.
"Ah! Ah!! AH!!! Yeah! Oh shit, yeah! Suck it! Ahhhhh!"
The older boy's overflowing erotic excitement was contagious, as
every boy in the room watched and listened, occasionally calling
out friendly encouragement. The 13-year-old appeared to be having
an orgasm that lasted several minutes, as Brandon just kept right
on sucking. I was amazed at my clone-brother's endurance as his
mouth bobbed and twisted on the glistening spit-slick cock. His
hands held tight to the older boy's thrusting hips, fingertips
digging into the slender round ass cheeks as they clenched with
orgasmic pleasure. In an instant, Alex pulled Brandon's mouth off
his cock and held onto my brother's hair with one hand, as his
other hand began jacking his 5-inch boner furiously, inches from
Brandon's face. The big-kid's hand was a blur of motion, and
suddenly he was shooting strings of white cum into my brother's
open mouth and onto his face.
After a long moment of exhausted heavy breathing, and a few more
drips of cum from his still-hard cock, the grinning older boy
reached down to pull Brandon to his feet. They kissed tenderly,
and Alex licked his own cum off my brother's face. Then he said,
in the typical voice used when you talk to a computer,
"Computer... Alex here... I had a great cum. Next instruction
please."
Just then the volume of the music lowered."That's great Alex. Way
to go, Brandon!" intoned the smooth male voice of the room-
computer, using the casual and warmly benevolent adult tone
that had been programed into all the dorm computers. And then
"he" continued with new instructions: "Brandon will lie on his
back on the platform and spread his legs.... Alex will insert a
B.R.S, set to full automatic, and jack Brandon off.... I'll spin
the platform at three RPMs to give everyone a nice view. Take it
away, gentlemen."
The music instantly returned to its former volume as the two boys
moved quickly to follow the computer's instructions. The room-
computer's artificial intelligence (and the settings installed by
the programers, of course) always seemed to produce a sex show
that was as fun for an audience to watch as it was for the
participants. My brothers and I had played various sex-games
using the computer in our own dorm-room, sometimes as just a
strip-poker or spin-the-bottle type of thing for the purpose of
random selection... other times for a "computer's-choice" show,
like we were doing now. My clone-brother positioned himself on
the padded 4-foot diameter platform, eagerly awaiting a hand-job
from the bigger kid. Alex had gone to a shelf and gotten a small
tube-shaped gizmo with a 2-inch diameter base at one end. While
there, he had also placed his hand under a wall-mounted dispenser
and gotten a squirt of lube, and walked back to the boy who lay
on his back with his legs lifted and spread.
"What's Alex got?" I whispered to Roger.
"You mean the biometric rectal-stim? Same as you use for VR-sex
session," he answered softly
I must have had a clueless expression on my face that matched the
vacancy of my thoughts. I had done plenty of academic and
recreational virtual reality sessions, but none had anything to
do with sex.
"Oh yeah. You don't get VR-sex until you hit puberty. Well,
you've some really fun stuff to look forward to!"
Roger's arms were still enveloping me as he explained that when
you add a cock-stim and rectal-stim to the usual VR gear, you
can have an incredible sexual experience -- either with a program
run by the computer or interacting with other people who are
linked up by Net in real-time. As Alex lubed the 4-inch long,
half-inch wide shaft and eased it into Brandon's anus, Roger told
me it was expanding inside to fit the contours of my brother's
rectum. On automatic setting, the BRS uses biometric telemetry to
feed arousal data to the room-computer and in turn receives
instructions for stimulating the whole range of anal, rectal, and
prostate nerve endings. Roger said that, even with no other
sexual input, the BRS could produce more than enough erotic
pleasure for an incredible orgasm. (He also explained that
manual settings could be used in solo masturbation or by a
partner.)
We watched as Alex knelt beside Brandon and began to slowly
massage the younger boy's rigid boner and fondle his
loose-hanging balls. The room-computer had detected the feedback
of increased sexual excitement and turned up the sex-toy's
output. At the same moment, the platform began to revolve. My
clone-brother's head hung off the edge of the slowly revolving
platform, his eyes closed, and I watched his increasingly intense
expression each time his face came into view. When his face was
out of view, I could watch Alex's hands expertly jacking
Brandon's 4-inch stiffy and fondling his balls. The external base
of the BRS was twitching slightly as it vibrated inside my
brother's ass, sending a pattern of pleasure signals to his
nervous system that continued to intensify.
It didn't take long at all before Brandon was moaning with
pleasure. My brother's toes and fingers clenched and his whole
body tensed from the powerful combination of the Alex's
masturbation strokes and the rapidly-building intensity within
his ass. As Alex's lubed hand churned along the boyish shaft, he
leaned down and nibbled at Brandon's tiny nipples, then licked
his way up to my brother's earlobes, flicking his tongue all
around Brandon's ear.
Seeing the look of total ecstasy on Brandon's face enhanced the
natural telepathy for my clone-brother's thoughts and feelings. I
could actually feel a small portion his mounting pleasure. And my
sexual excitement was definitely enhanced by Roger's caresses. As
my sleep-over partner's fingers slowly slid my foreskin back and
forth over my sensitive cockhead, his lips pressed on the back of
my neck, giving me chills of pleasure. Brandon, however, was WAY
beyond mere chills.
"OH! OOOHHH!... IT'S SO... IT'S... UHHHH!... YES!... MORE! YEAH!
FASTER! I'M GONNA... I FEEL LIKE.... AAAHHHH!!"
Brandon's body writhed with sexual pleasure... clearly more than
he had never before experienced. His back arched and the muscles
of his legs trembled, and he let out one final moan. A person
just walking into the room would think he was in agony, perhaps
being tortured by electric shocks. But instead it was the
incredible sensation of Brandon's very first ejaculation, as the
computer instructed the remote-controlled anal toy to provide
full stimulation to his prostate.
To the amazed gasps of my brothers, the first-ever shots of cum
flew from Brandon's cock, pumped out by Alex's masturbating hand.
I was not nearly as surprised, since a similar event had marked
the beginning of my own pubescence not long before. Alex's hand
stopped its intense stroking and settled into a subtle massage
that nonetheless continued to send jolts of orgasmic pleasure
through Brandon's body. The rectal-stim had likewise detected
the climax and rapidly reduced its transmission of pleasure
impulses, giving only a few more modest jolts in a teasing
fashion. The platform had stopped revolving, and Brandon lay
there in shock for a full 30 seconds, shuddering slightly when
Alex pulled the deflated toy from his anus. Then his energy
seemed to return instantly, and he bounced up and threw his fists
in the air, letting out a satisfied whoop to celebrate his first
ejaculation, as fresh cum dribbled down his skinny chest and
belly.
"Hey Computer... This is Brandon.... That was awesome!... You can
go to the next part of the show now."
Again the computer lowered the music and in a smooth voice
recited the instructions for the next segment of show-time.
"Vic and Luke," he said, naming two of my team brothers. "Get on
the platform in a top-and-bottom 69 position, Luke on top....
Stevie will fuck Vic, kneeling between his legs... Ryan will fuck
Luke, standing behind him.... Take it away, gentlemen."
As the throbbing techno music came back up, the older boys
adjusted the positions of my brothers for the 4-way sex scene.
Something told me the 13-year-olds had done this one before. Vic
lay on his back with his legs apart. Luke knelt above his chest,
his crotch dipping down onto his brother's face. Luke's mouth
dove onto Vic's cute little pre-pubescent erection. (Vic and his
two clone brothers had the smallest cocks on our team -- about 3
inches stiff -- but they had always been as adept as any of us in
achieving orgasms during sex-play.) As the younger boys began to
get into the familiar action of 69 sucking, the two adolescent
participants positioned themselves to complete the four-way
arrangement.
Each of the older boys had gotten plenty of lube from the wall
dispenser, and they proceeded to massage their slippery fingers
inside the receptive anal rings of the preoccupied 11-year-olds.
Both of Roger's brothers were clearly eager to sink their cocks
into the younger boys' bodies, and they quickly lubed their
erections and positioned themselves the way the room-computer had
directed.
Stevie had by far the biggest cock of any boy on either team, at
7 inches, with a substantial growth of hair at its base. By that
time it had become well-known throughout the Community, even to
kids in the Primary Group, that he and his clone-brothers had
received genetic-modification injections as infants that had
produced prodigious growth of their penises. (Their father had
taken them to Russia for the treatment, since gen-mod for sexual
enhancement is prohibited in United North America.) When their
cocks stopped growing at age 15, their endowment was more than
twice that of their father's modest 4-1/2 incher.
Stevie knelt between Vic's wide-spread knees and pushed them
back, lifting my brother's skinny ass up, invitingly receptive to
being fucked. With Luke's mouth sucking and bobbing only inches
away, Stevie positioned his lube-slick cockhead at Vic's tender
pink asshole, slid it back and forth a couple times, then pushed
in gently. Luke had an up-close view of the adult-sized rigid
penis slowly disappearing into the tight hole, riding on a layer
of lube and urged along by mutual lust. I knew instinctively that
Vic's virgin ass would have been in pain if not for the
specifically designed effects of the rec-drug. But it was clear
that right now he was feeling only intense pleasure.
While this was happening, Roger's clone-brother Ryan was stepping
into position behind Luke's upraised butt. The two older boys
grinned at each other as they both began their slow, steady fuck
strokes into their sleep-over partners' bodies. All the while,
the younger boys kept sucking each other in a vigorous 69.
Although the coordination of movement was awkward at first, the
four of them were soon thrusting and sucking like a smooth-
running machine. Four horny naked boys were simultaneously taking
and giving pleasure as six more over-sexed lads watched from a
few feet away, enjoying the show and shouting out good-natured
comments.
Four orgasms arrived in a cluster, the boys' collective lust no
doubt contributing to the synchronicity. The 11-year-olds came
first. Their years of experience in getting each other off
through mutual sucking was supplemented this time by the thrill
of drug-enhanced fucking. As both boys' dry orgasms peaked, their
pleasure-noises and clenching ass muscles drove the 13-year-olds
to a frenzied climax of thrusting cocks and bucking hips. The
final spurts of adolescent seed into prepubescent rectums brought
a round of applause from the small audience and satisfied grins
from the participants.
Ryan spoke up at last. "Computer.... Ryan.... We're all done.
That was a really good one. Thanks!"
The computer voice instructed my team-brother Mikey and his
sleep-over partner Alan to perform in the next segment. Alan
(who was a clone-brother of Alex) was to fuck Mikey, with the
younger boy positioned on forearms and knees, face down and ass
up. As an added bonus, Alan would be wearing a BRS, controlled
by the computer, while Mikey had a cock-stim -- likewise set on
auto.
I watched intently as Alan got the cock-stim from a storage
cabinet and adjusted it onto his young partner's erection. It was
like a small cloak of soft synthetic cloth. The inside was
covered with stim nodes... especially the part that covered
Mikey's cock-head after the foreskin had been pulled down. The
tight-sealing seam made for a snug fit, even on Mikey's boyishly
slender 4-inch erection, and a thin strap around the back of his
ball-sack held it in place. Only a prominent bump at the base of
the shaft (containing the power supply and remote communication
linkage) revealed the mechanical nature of the toy. Alan then
lay on his back and slowly inserted the other toy into his own
anus, trembling slightly as its auto-load program enlarged it
inside his rectum and initiated the base-level nerve stimulation.
"Computer.... Alan here.... rev it up, dude."
Always accommodating (as long as it was consistent with the
program), the room-computer gave a playful pleasure-jolt to the
two remote-controlled sex toys, and both boys let out a
combination groan and excited giggle. Mikey got into the doggie
position on the round platform and eagerly looked back over his
shoulder, ready to be fucked, as Alan lubed up his 5-inch boner.
As the bigger boy knelt behind my brother and spread apart his
ass cheeks, the platform began to revolve slowly so the
spectators could get a 360-degree view. The boys were already
showing signs of rapidly building lust as Alan pressed his
cockhead into the pink rosebud of tender flesh. Mikey grunted as
he flexed his anus open, welcoming the warm stiff invader into
his body.
"MMMMMMM... Yes!....Oh, YES!!... Put it in! More!! Give it
to me!... Oh, it feels so... UHHH!! YEAH!!"
My brother's unambiguous lust caused Alan to cut short any
gentle introduction to fucking that he may have intended. Having
eased his adolescent boner into the boy's rectum, he abandoned
all restraint and began to hump Mikey in long fast strokes. And
Mikey was like a bitch it heat -- elevating his little butt to
meet each hard thrust. The computer matched the urgency of the
rutting boys by skipping right to full-stim on both toys, driving
the fucking pair almost crazy with their desire to achieve
orgasm.
The sounds of sexual ecstasy filled my ears as I watched a visual
display that matched any porn holo-vid in its raw eroticism.
Roger held me tightly from behind, his spit-slick fingers toying
deliciously with the sensitive flesh at the entrance of my
asshole. We both knew that our turn was coming up very soon, and
the tension was exquisite. I could feel his heartbeat thumping
against my back, matching the pounding inside my own chest.
In only a few more moments, the staccato vocalizations of
overwhelming lust signaled the onslaught of the boys' orgasms.
"OH!... YEAH!... SHIT!... YES!... OH, FUCK!... AHH!... YEAH!...
AARRHHH!!"
Alan and Mikey collapsed flat onto the padded platform,
momentarily exhausted. Then Alan pulled them both onto their
sides as his throbbing cock dripped the last of its cum into his
partner's insides. Alan reached behind him and pulled out the
plug from his butt, then reached around to Mikey's crotch and
slid open the seam and remove the cock-stim.
"Hey Mikey!" he shouted; "you shot some real cum!" My brothers
and I all got up to take a look, and sure enough, in the little
receptacle at the end (kind of like on the "condoms" that people
used to use) there was some fluid -- not as much as Brandon and I
had made, but physical proof nonetheless of my team brother's
pubescence. Alan brought the toy up to his mouth and sucked the
sample of boy-cum out of the receptacle, ostentatiously smacking
his lips and rubbing his belly.
The next transition took very little time as Roger and I received
our instructions from the room-computer and everyone else got
themselves settled on the floor-mats. Our instructions called
for me to wear the cock-stim -- set to manual and controlled by a
VR-glove on Roger's left hand. And Roger was directed to
fuck me in four different positions -- "around the world" the
computer had said.
I lay on my back as my lover fitted the snug contraption around
by erect penis. Then he pulled on a tight elastic glove,
identifiable as a VR component by the slightly bulging area on
the back that held electronic components.
"Computer... Roger... Switch on the glove control."
In an instant, I felt a subtle tingling in my crotch unlike
anything I had ever experienced. I guess somewhat comparable to
when you let go of your cock for a few seconds in the middle of
masturbating and it pulses with that incredible warm glow.
"That's just the base-level. Check this out," said my mentor, as
he held up his gloved left hand, fingers apart, and touched his
forefinger to his thumb, then moved his hand up and down a bit.
At that moment, I felt an intense sensation moving along the top
two inches of my cock... a distinctly GREAT feeling. I curled my
toes and trembled slightly as the pleasurable sensation washed
through my body. When Roger's other three fingers pressed against
his forefinger, the pleasure-pulses covered my entire penis.
"And I can adjust the intensity by how hard I press with my
thumb," he said casually. "Harder..." (My whole body tensed with
near-orgasmic feelings.) "Or softer." (The sensation instantly
moderated.) "And there are some shortcuts to preprogramed stim-
modes.... How ya like this one?" As his thumb made contact with
his middle finger, I would swear I could feel lips and tongue
running up and down the shaft of my cock, and I thrust my hips up
in an instinctive reaction and shut my eyes, glorying in the
wonderful feeling. All of a sudden, the electronic blow-job
stopped. My eyes opened again to see the gloved fingers straight
and spread apart and Roger grinning. "Ready to go?"
"YEAH!"
Like his brothers had, Roger went to the dispenser on the wall
and came back with lube coating the fingers of his right hand. I
hooked my arms behind my knees and pulled back, offering myself
for his pleasure. In an instant, his finger was gently pressing
against my clenched anus, and the nerves of my ass were alive
with erotic sensation as Roger slowly gaining admittance to my
tight hole.
I concentrated on the sensations produced by his probing as I
surrendered to my body's drug-enhanced craving for anal
stimulation. As he cork-screwed his finger into my ass, I felt a
renewed pulsing of pleasure in my cock as the gloved fingers of
his left hand curled and straightened. The combination was
absolutely intoxicating, and again my eyes closed so I could
concentrate fully on the feeling.
Roger was already kneeling between my legs, and he deftly
replaced his finger with his smooth lube-slick cock. I learned
later that having my anal muscle penetrated by a 6-inch cock for
the first time would have been distinctly uncomfortable without
the rec-drug affecting the resulting nerve impulses. But now it
felt incredibly delicious. Roger's adolescent boner slid into
me, taking my breath away for a long moment. As he pushed into
my hole with short thrusts of his hips, he leaned down and kissed
my mouth. My arms encircled his back, and I hugged tight as I
opened myself completely to him. I grabbed at Roger's hips,
pulling him in deeper and he began to fuck me in long, slow,
sensuous thrusts of his slender erection.
"AAAHHH! Yeah, baby! That's good!" moaned my 13-year-old lover in
between kisses. He touched the little finger of his gloved hand
to his thumb, producing an intense pleasure sensation that had
no real-world equivalent. I was in heaven! But just as I thought
how much I wanted to go on exactly like this forever....
"OK, boys. Next position -- standing up."
Damned computer! I resented his intrusion, realizing that he was
as interested in the "show" as in Roger's and my pleasure.
"Grab my neck, and wrap your legs tight... just like we did back
in the shower room."
I did as instructed, and Roger lifted us both up, his erection
still embedded deep inside me. I was impressed at how easily he
lifted my 85-pound body with his wiry muscles. I'm not sure how
much of the manual control of the cock-stim was intentional at
this point, but the heavily-erotic sensations kept flowing
through my body. With shouted approval from the other boys, Roger
and I continued our aggressive fucking from a standing position.
I was oblivious to the onlookers as love and physical lust and
mental ecstasy washed through me in equal parts. The intense
pleasure sensations from my ass and erection had my brain
bursting with sexual energy. I was totally alive with eroticism,
riding a wave of passion, as I clung to Roger's body and kissed
him with unbridled desire.
"Next position guys.... Roger lying on his back, Andy
straddling." The computer had made the stand-up segment rather
short. Roger might have been strong, but he was still only a
13-year-old.
Roger carried me over to the platform and sat down with his legs
hanging over. Kneeling astride his hips, I paused for a moment to
feel the sensations of the throbbing 6-inch erection that nestled
inside me. Roger brought his hands to my hips and wordlessly
directing me to move up and down on his straining boner. My
instinct instantly took over, and I moved my body with a skill
that belied my inexperience, making Roger moan with pleasure as I
forced my ass up and down on his rigid cock.
"Oh, Andy... YES!... Move that sweet ass!... Yeah, lover...
DO IT!"
I leaned down so we could kiss. I was hungry for his tongue and
my body trembled with lust. Roger continued to manipulate the
fingers of his left hand, though not enough to completely
distract me from riding his cock. And he began to thrust his
hips up to meet my ass each time it came down. The tense muscles
of his face revealed his body's hunger for the approaching
orgasm, and I felt my own climax building up.
"One last change boys... doggie style... then finish it off."
The voice was starting to sound obnoxious by this time.
"Shit, Roger. Can't we ignore him?" I pleaded breathlessly as I
continued to ride my partner's erection.
"Hey; we don't want to hurt his feelings, do we?" Roger answered
sarcastically as he rolled us on our sides and disengaged his
cock from my ass. His hands quickly guided my body so that I was
kneeling on the floor with my upper body stretched out on the
round platform. And then Roger was behind me, positioning his
stiff penis at my dilated asshole. A single thrust to the hilt
was followed by hard piston-strokes. His right hand grasped my
shoulder for better leverage. I looked back over my left
shoulder just in time to see his gloved hand forming a tight
fist, the thumb tucked completely inside the fingers. My body's
instantaneous reaction told me all I needed to know about that
particular program shortcut!
Unbelievable! Nirvana! Total sexual ecstasy created by thousands
of tiny stim-nodes arrayed in the tight cloak wrapped around my
penis. My whole nervous system -- my entire being -- was blitzed
as an intense orgasm rose up as soon as Roger's fist tightened.
My vision consisted only of exploding stars behind closed
eyelids. My ears were filled with white noise like the sound of
a roaring crowd. Waves of hyper-pleasure wracked my body as the
pulses of my ejaculation were amplified beyond anything I had
previously experienced.
Although time stood still during the incredible orgasm, my
brain suddenly cleared and regained its sense of reality. I was
in the dorm room,... sleep-over,... show-time,... Roger's hands
grasping both my shoulders as he groaned loudly, trembling as he
pumped the last of his seed into my upraised ass.
I should have been exhausted, but I quickly bounced up... full of
energy, grinning like a fool, and jabbering to my brothers about
the experience. Roger reached around me to remove the cock-stim,
and when I looked at the reservoir at the tip I was surprised how
little semen it contained. It had felt like I was squirting a
liter. But my 11-year-old body was only just beginning to
produce the precious substance, and this was my second cum of the
evening.
I wasn't the only one with energy to spare. All of the other boys
were now standing up -- playfully rough-housing or making out or
dancing to the still-pumping music. At Stevie's suggestion, we
all made our way into the shower room, and one of the older boys
instructed the room-computer to turn on all three nozzles,
medium-hot, and to crank up the music on the shower room
speakers. The wet, soapy rubbing of bodies combined elements of
dancing, sex, wrestling... and even the concept of getting clean.
When we finished up, we all set about arranging the room for
sleeping, with the thick foam sleep-pads scattered throughout the
room, arranged as five doubles. And pairs of sleep-sacks were
joined together at their side seams so that each pair of
partnered boys could play after lights-out.
As I watched the other four couples, it was apparent that they
were all getting very much more sleepy than Roger and I were.
"It's been 90 minutes, Andy. The E-7 gives you 90 minutes of
stimulation, and then a tranquilizing agent kicks in. We took it
after they did, so we'll still be high for a little while more.
If we had more doses -- which we don't -- we'd be right back to
90 more minutes of partying."
All around us the pairs of boys were snuggling in each others'
arms, kissing, and talking softly. But Roger and I flipped
our bodies into position for an enthusiastic 69 suck. We didn't
stop until I felt the erotic energy suddenly drain from my body,
almost as though a plug had been pulled. In a moment I went from
being a wildly horny proto-adolescent to a sleepy-headed little
boy. I moved around and slid into Roger's welcoming arms as we
both eased inside the soft sleep-sack. Our warm naked bodies
nuzzled together comfortably as I felt myself drifting toward
sleep.
"So, new-kid. How did you like your first sleep-over?"
"Oh, Roger! It was... [yawn]... It was wonderful! And... well...
YOU were wonderful too." I hugged him tightly, feeling a warm
glow in my brain and body as I rested my head on his smooth
chest.
"Know what?" he whispered as he stroked my hair. "I think I'm in
love with you, Andy." And he lifted my face off his chest so he
could kiss my lips.
That did it! Even though I was barely able to stay awake, I had a
big grin on my face and my brain melted into a puddle of total
puppy-love.
Life just couldn't get much better than this for a young gay kid.
A perfect day in the boyhood of a clone!
The End.
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