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This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between boys. If this is not to your taste, or is illegal where you live, or you find it morally offensive, then read no further and leave now!!
The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person or persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish!
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Starship Aurora
by
Alexander
The Aurora was the last and biggest spaceship ever to be built. It had become obvious many years ago that life on Earth was doomed to end, not with a bang, but with a whimper, at least as far as galactic events go. Hundreds of years of abusing the finite resources of the blue planet had resulted in the blindingly obvious - eventually there was nothing left to sustain life. Recent decades had seen economic disaster as each country withdrew into itself and tried to survive as best it could. Every so-called peace-keeping organisation on the planet had eventually disintegrated as their members turned inwards to themselves to try and keep going for as long as they could. International wars had ceased to happen, despite the many predictions that they alone would see the end of mankind; resources were in much too short a supply to waste them on pointless fighting. Instead much more damage was caused by thousands of smaller civil wars: culture against culture, tribe against tribe, city against city, all in order to survive as long as possible.
There had been one, and only one, hope for keeping the human race going. A small cadre of far- sighted people had got together from the remnants of the United Nations and, accepting the fact that the Earth and its inhabitants had a limited life-span, had done something about it.
Using a small previously uninhabited island in the south Pacific they had painstaking and secretly put together what they hoped would be mankind's salvation. In theory, the concept was simple: find a suitable planet, send out a team of experts to prepare it, and then send out enough people to start a new civilisation.
Much of the preparatory work had in fact already been done. Engineers and technicians had previously designed suitable spacecraft, if only as paper exercises. Several planets had been identified as 'human friendly' as a matter of course during the decades of astronomical observations - it was only a matter of choosing one. The biggest problem was who to send on the 20-year voyage to their chosen target, and how many. After long, and sometimes acrimonious debates, it had been decided to produce a group of people specifically designed for the purpose - genetically engineered to be as perfect as possible for their intended purpose.
Almost as big a problem was the design and construction of the spaceship management computer, codenamed Zeus. This was a massive piece of work, it being so complicated that in effect the ship was built around it, every possible eventuality being allowed for and every conceivable fail-safe mechanism built it to it. Zeus was to be in ultimate control - of everything.
There were to be about 200 travellers - 50 males and 150 females in order to maximise breeding capacity - all were to be kept in hibernation until they were needed. In addition to this 200, a further 50 or so males would be needed to run the ship during its voyage, and oddly enough these were to most difficult to provide.
After a few false starts, a team had actually been produced and were now in their final stages of preparation. They were all cloned from the best possible genetic sources: race, colour and creed being ignored in pursuit of excellence. They were all of the same age within a few weeks, and identical in appearance and intelligence. Initially their growth was stimulated to save time, and by the age of five calendar years, were all of ten-year old physical standard. There then followed a long period of education, each clone being taught a specific range of abilities suited to the requirements of the ship and the needs of each other. During this period of education, their physical growth had been slowed so that after five years of intensive education, their bodies had only aged by three years. Hence, by the departure date the ship was crewed by fifty boys with the minds of twenty- year old geniuses and the bodies of thirteen-year olds. 'Geniuses' perhaps is not the right word, 'savants' would maybe be more correct; within their own fields of training they were experts, but outside of that they were fairly naive in many respects as the limited amount of time available for their education had necessitated a lot of things being left out.
They were now three months into their voyage and life had settled down into some sort of routine.
The boys had been trained from 'conception' to work in highly specialised areas and each of these groups was responsible for its own area of expertise: maintenance, navigation and piloting, domestic, and so on. Although much of the work was automated, it was still necessary to keep an eye on things just in case they went wrong, in particular of course the maintenance of the life- support systems for both the active and hibernating crew. This was the largest group of boys, absorbing almost half the compliment, working round the clock; the smallest set were the pilots and navigators, numbering just half a dozen in total. They also had the least to do as the ship was navigated completely automatically by Zeus. The main function this crew had was to check that the three independent guidance systems were functioning properly and agreed with each other. To give the boys something else to do on what would otherwise be a soul-destroying routine, they had also been given the task of ensuring that the crew were fed properly and that everyone received the correct dosage of growth-restricting medication every once in a while, growth being restricted to half the rate it would naturally be.
The most interesting part of this job was that they had to carefully check the rate of growth of each individual crew member in order to ascertain the correct amount of medication. Once a week they would give each person a thorough medical, taking essential measurements and recording them carefully. Weight, height and general fitness were easy: careful measurement of bone growth and density was more delicate and difficult, but still routine. What the boys found the hardest to cope with, and perhaps the most enjoyable at the same time was the measurement of their sexual development. Hormone levels were simple, taken care of by standard blood tests. Gauging the physical effect that these hormones engendered was much more difficult.
Adam, Brian and Chris were responsible for conducting these medicals and as time went on they began to enjoy them more and more, especially the genital examinations. Their sex education, in common with everyone else's, had included the basic, uninteresting, and to them, useless facts on procreation. What they hadn't been told was the pleasure to be had when their reproductive organs were touched and played with, but the boys performing the medicals had discovered that for themselves very early on in their work.
Being clones, the boys was supposed to be identical to each other, and indeed they were physically as the records proved. All penises were within five millimetres the same length when flaccid, and within ten when erect, testicles showed the same slight variation as did the amount of pubic hair - in fact were it not for the ID mark on the inside of the wrists, it would be next to impossible to tell the boys apart when they were naked.
Where there was a big difference, and one which couldn't easily be recorded, was the way in which the boys reacted to the handling of their genitals. Some enjoyed it so much that Adam, Brian and Chris found it difficult to obtain a measurement for their soft penises as even the thought of it being touched gave them an erection before it could be sized. Others, far fewer in number, found it hard to get a full erection under any circumstances; these they had to guess at, entering the average length, hoping they were somewhere near right.
It was while Adam was taking his turn at doing the physicals that Brian and Chris took a giant step forwards together. They were sat, naked as usual, on Chris' bunk, casually discussing the physicals and had agreed that they were the 'funnest' part of the job when they both realised that they had sprouted erections at the thought of them. Casual nakedness among the boys when off duty was the norm, and spontaneous erections were a common sight, hitherto ignored. But, the two lads suddenly realised, their current ones were caused by thinking of them.
"Do you touch yours a lot?" Brian asked casually as he looked between Chris's thighs.
"Yeah, I suppose so," he replied, now taking an interest in Brian's crotch. "Mostly at night when I can't sleep. Makes me feel good."
"Me too. I guess everyone does it."
"Yeah." There was a pause before Chris went on, "Does yours get hard when you do the medicals?"
Brian giggled and agreed that it did. "I sort of get a funny feeling in my stomach when I see them hard and I can't help it! I know how nice it must feel when someone else touches it, much better then when you hold yourself."
"Want to do it now?" Chris asked. "It might give us both a good feeling."
There was no embarrassment or lewdness in the request - as far as they were concerned it was a simple matter of making themselves feel good, a bit like putting an arm over a shoulder or round a waist.
Casually they reached over and wrapped their fingers around each other, squeezing and caressing their penises gently. Instantly they were both overcome by the most intense feelings of pleasure they'd ever had in their short lives: this was far, far better than doing it yourself, even better than the medicals when the contact was for only a few necessary seconds.
"Oh, wow!" Chris moaned. "That feels sooooo good!"
"Yeah!" Brian sighed. "Never felt anything like this before."
Somewhat overawed by the novel sensations, they let go and stared at each other wide-eyed, already wanting to repeat the experiment.
"Want me to do it again?" Chris whispered.
"Oh, yes, please," Brian said. "Shall we lay on the bunk and got comfortable?"
"Good idea," Chris replied. "I'll close the door so no one will disturb us."
It was common practice never to close the doors to bunk-spaces on the ship unless the inhabitant was sleeping or working on his lessons, and although they couldn't be locked in any way, it was an unwritten rule that you never disturbed anyone who had their door closed unless it was important - it was almost the only place where boys could get any solitude.
Once the door had been shut, the two boys stretched out on the narrow bunk and faced each other.
Slowly their hands snaked down between them and found the waiting erections..
Once again the feelings they had when their fingers touched their penises were indescribable: a warm glow spread throughout their bodies, starting in their groins and finishing in their heads which became a technicolour panorama of sheer confusion. Neither of them could speak just at that moment: all they were conscious of was the wonderful proximity of their naked bodies, the fantastic sensation filling their minds and most of all the unbelievably brilliant awareness that a strange hand was caressing their solidly erect penis.
Automatically the boys cuddled up closer, slipped their arms round their shoulders and began to slide their hands up and down their erections.
Each lost in his own world, they concentrated on taking as much enjoyment as they could from their ministrations, letting their emotions build up and up until without warning their bodies seemed to explode in a frenzy of uncontrollable energy; shivering, shaking and trembling wildly.
Reflexively they let go of their penises and hugged one another tightly for support as they calmed down.
"What happened?" asked Chris, bemused.
"Don't know," answered Brian, just as confused as his friend. "I think it was OK though. It was as if my body had been taken over by something - something which felt good."
"Yeah," Chris agreed. "Do you think that's supposed to happen?"
"I guess so. We're not sick or anything and it happened to us both at the same time. It must be because we were holding each other like we were."
"Think it happens every time?"
"Don't know. There's only one way to find out!"
This time the boys were prepared for the feelings they got as they embraced once more and dicks were searched for. The fantastic feelings were slightly slower to build up this time, but nevertheless they did, much to their delight. As they took pleasure in the novel sensations it became obvious that the feelings seemed to be caused by their mutual fondling of one another and appeared to be quite normal, if freakishly exciting.
"Do you think this's what sex feels like?" Chris asked, brows furrowed as he concentrated on Brian's dick.
"Must be, but I don't remember ever being told it was like this. It feels really good; sort of warm and comfortable and nice at the same time."
"I suppose holding and rubbing our things like this is a bit like having it inside a girl and having intercourse, not that we'll ever get the chance to find out!" he giggled.
"Think we can make semen as well?" Brian asked, staring at Chris's dick curiously.
"No idea. I suppose if we keep doing this we'll find out."
Wordlessly the boys began to stimulate themselves a bit more seriously now, anxious to find out what would happen if they did it for long enough.
This time they allowed their bodies to approach climaxes in the knowledge that they didn't seem to be harmful in any way: they were most enjoyable in fact and they already looked forward to them being repeated. When the strange sensations began to build up, they managed to carry on masturbating each other until they orgasmed in unison, their dicks throbbing together.
"Wow! That was brilliant!" Brian sighed as he took a deep breath. "It felt as if I was trying to push something out of my penis but it wouldn't come."
"Yeah," Chris agreed. "Sort of painful but good. Perhaps we aren't mature enough to make it yet.
Fantastic feeling though. How do you feel now?"
"A bit tired I guess," Brian answered. "But OK. Good in fact. I wouldn't mind doing it again a bit later."
"Me too! Reckon we should tell anyone else about it?"
After a moment's pause, Brian said that he didn't think so, not just yet anyway. "Let's do it some more later and see if it happens again." he added.
"We might be able to find out something from the Zeus if we try," Chris said, as much to himself as anything.
"I don't know about that," Brian said. "Perhaps we aren't supposed to know about it, and you know that all database searches are checked and logged against the user. Let's keep it to ourselves for now."
"You're probably right. I think we should tell Adam though, I think he'd like to know about it."
"Yeah. It'll be interesting to find out if the same thing happens to him."
After a few more minutes chat, the boys decided that it was time for them to get some sleep and Brian slipped off Chris's bunk. To his surprise, he felt a little reluctant to leave Chris's quarters and the thought flashed through his mind that it would be kind of fun to spent their whole rest period together. As far as he knew, no one had ever done this before, there had been no reason to of course. Except that now he felt a sort of special bonding with Chris and wanted to spend as much time as possible with him and explore their new friendship.
Laying back on his own bunk, with his door firmly closed, Brian thought more about what had just happened and how good it had made him feel. He was only mildly surprised to find that he had another erection and smiling to himself happily, clasped his fingers round it, aware that the last person to do this was his friend Chris. Automatically he started to stimulate himself slowly and delightfully, perfectly aware of what would happen before long. Yet again he orgasmed massively, his now rather tender penis throbbing wonderfully under his fingers as it tried to eject something that wasn't quite there. Or was it? With a fascinated stare, he looked at the few drops of opalescent liquid that had emerged form the end of his penis. Curiously he picked it up with a finger and examined it. It was almost perfectly clear, had a very slight odour of something indefinable and, surprisingly, a rather salty taste. It definitely wasn't urine - of that he was certain. It must therefore be ...... what? Semen? He doubted that for some reason, apart from anything else there was so little of it. Rubbing it experimentally between his fingers, he found that it was slightly slippery, like a sort of oil. Lubricant! That's what it must be! It all began to make sense; you would probably need some sort of lubricant if you were having proper intercourse with a girl to make your thing go in and out easier. That's what it must be! Grinning to himself, he replaced his hands over his groin and eventually drifted off into a self-satisfied, wildly erotic sleep.
Because of their work schedules, it was very rarely that the three boys could actually get together as a group: one of them had to be on duty at all times, either checking the navigation computers or doing the medicals. After a brief discussion a few days later, and much to Adam's puzzlement, they arranged to adjust the work-schedule slightly so that they could get together for a while in Brian's quarters. Adam's curiosity was heightened even further when he was told that it was nothing to do with their work, but something of a far more interesting nature - something he might enjoy.
Later that day (yes, we still use 'Earth days' - our body clocks find it easier), Adam joined us in Chris's quarters, his face a mask of curiosity. He wasn't too surprised to see us sat together on the bunk, both naked and showing our erections. Had he but known it, just a few minutes before he arrived, we'd been holding and stroking each other's penises again, just for the pleasure of it.
"Might as well make myself comfortable as well," Adam smiled, working his once-piece uniform off and dropping it on the floor.
He sat on the chair, staring expectantly, waiting for one of us to start. In return, Chris and I looked back at Adam, viewing him in a new, rather exciting light. His attractive-looking penis was still soft, hanging loosely over his testicles, the sight of our erections having no visible effect on him at all. I suppose that's what comes of seeing so many, and also not yet knowing what we two had learned.
"Mind if I close the door?" Chris said as he pulled it to. "And can we ask you something a bit personal?" he went on, looking at Brian for support.
"Yeas, of course," Adam replied. "What is it?"
"Does your thing, you know your penis, ever get hard?"
Adam blushed slightly at this unexpected question and looked from Chris to me as if seeking a reason for the question.
"Yeah, I guess it does," he said. "You've both seen it hard. Why do you ask?"
"Have you ever, sort of played with it or anything when it's like that?" I asked.
"No, not really. I just wait until it goes away. I have to move it sometimes when I'm wearing anything, but that's about all."
Chris looked at me and I nodded back at him, letting him explain to Adam what we'd discovered.
He listened intently, absorbing everything he heard. His penis, I noticed with delight, also got harder and began to stand up between his legs, just as if it was listening too.
"That sounds like good fun," Adam said once Chris had finished. "Wonder why we were never told about it?"
"Don't know," I butted in. "Perhaps they forgot, or didn't want us to know, or just didn't have the time. But anyway, it's a really good feeling, even better when someone does it to you."
"Wanna try it?" Chris asked, his voice unusually hoarse.
"Yeah, why not?" Adam said.
He moved across and squeezed in between us on the bunk, now staring at our hard erections, gently throbbing with our heartbeats.
"What do I do?" he asked.
"Nothing. Let me show you," I said, taking hold of his penis.
It felt no different to Chris's, or mine for that matter, but it was incredibly nice to hold someone else's again, knowing how good it made them feel - and me too if I was honest. To make him feel even better I started to rub him up and down just like I'd done before to Chris.
"You'll get a funny feeling in a minute," Chris said, smiling broadly, massaging his own member as he watched. "Don't worry about it, it's terrific and makes you feel all tingly. And if you let Brian do it properly, it gets even better at the end."
Neither of us were sure if Adam had heard any of this because his face was creased up in a way that showed he was really enjoying it, like we knew he would. His mouth was wide open, his eyes sort of unfocussed and his breathing all raggedy.
I felt his body tremble and shiver, but carried on rubbing him anyway, knowing that the best bit was just about to come. When it did, he sort of screamed a bit and his penis got harder and then a few drops of that liquid stuff fell out the end of it, shining in the light.
Once he'd calmed down a little, he looked from one to the other of us and grinned widely.
"That was something else!" he said happily. "I liked that. No wonder you couldn't wait to tell me about it!"
"Fantastic, isn't it" I beamed. "Chris and I have been doing it quite a bit since we found out about it."
"Not surprised," Adam answered. "Can we do it again?"
The three of us managed to squash together on the bunk and played with each other until we got the feelings again, but this time we felt tired afterwards and lay back, talking to each other quietly.
"Do you think anyone else knows about it?" Adam asked after a while.
"Don't know," I said. "I don't think so. For some reason I don't think that anyone would tell us if they did in case it's not normal or something."
"Must be normal," Chris said. "The chances of us three getting the same feelings if it isn't normal must be close to zero."
"Yeah, you're probably right. And we can't ask Zeus in case we aren't supposed to know about it, can we?"
We agreed that this wasn't possible, but then Chris came up with an idea.
"If we're supposed to make sperm and stuff as we get older, surely that would be part of our medical examinations?"
"Yeah, you're right," Adam conceded. "I've never tried looking up the tests we'll have to do in the future, I've not had any reason, but you're right. Making the stuff must be an important stage in growing up, like growing hair under your arms and so on. We'll try to find out more when we have a chance."
With that, the conversation changed to different, less difficult things, but we still felt each other a bit and our penises stayed hard all the time.
Things changed slightly between the three of us from that day onwards: it felt strange having a secret between us, especially one like we did. There were very few, if any, secrets kept between the crew - there was no need as we were all the same in most things. Somehow though, we felt different to the others and rather liked it. We got together as often as we could after that first time, usually in pairs because of the work rota, but I found it was just as much fun doing it with either Adam or Chris: with my eyes closed, I couldn't tell who it was anyway.
It was Chris who brought the next piece of thrilling news. We were in the eating area one day when he said that he'd managed to find out a bit more about the medical tests we would have to do in the future.
"It wasn't easy," he went on. "For some reason, the program didn't want to let me see the plans for the future, but I managed to fool it and asked what the stuff coming out of penises was."
I stopped eating and looked at him, fascinated.
"Can't tell you all about it now," Chris almost whispered, "There are too many people around. I'll send a copy of the information to your terminal, and to Adam as well. Then we can talk about it after you've both read it."
The data he sent me was fascinating. Firstly it said that the clear liquid we made was to lubricate the penis and vagina when we were having intercourse, and that the semen or seminal fluid would appear soon afterwards. It gave all sorts of stuff about the age you should start making it, what it looked like, how much of it you should make at a time, and lots of details about the tests we should make on it, even to collecting and storing samples from each and every crew member 'for possible future use'. What it didn't say though was how were we supposed to know when boys were producing the stuff, and more importantly, how were we supposed to find out that we could even do it?
We were talking about this one day when Adam suggested that perhaps we weren't supposed to be told, that we would find out naturally when we were ready, like Chris and me. If we messed about together like we did often enough, then eventually the stuff would come when it was there, and then we would know about it.
"But how do we tell the others?" I said. "Are we supposed to let them all find out for themselves?
That might take for ever!"
"And how do we get the samples?" Chris asked, "Play with them all one by one?"
For some reason, this last thought made us all very hard again, the vision of us rubbing each boy in turn to collect the stuff made us feel extra sexy and we lay down on the bunk and had a brilliantly good time together. What was nice was that we felt each other all over and hugged tightly, the feelings we gave each other making our orgasms, when they came, were a lot more powerful than normal. Even when they finished, we felt the need to hold each other and for some reason we let our lips touch and we kissed just like we'd seen some of the actors do in the videos we'd seen.
That was a really, really good feeling and I felt a glow all over me as the three of us shared kisses.
Thinking about it later on when I was in bed, I found that strangely I didn't like doing it with Adam quite a much as I did with Chris. There was no real difference of course, the feelings seemed to be the same and the orgasms were no different, but somehow it was a little better with Chris, especially the kissing and caressing bit.
A few weeks later I was on duty doing the routine examinations when one of the boys hesitated after I'd finished and looked at me quizzically.
"Can I ask you a question?" he said quietly.
"Yeas, of course, what is it?"
"Can it be just between the two of us? I don't want everyone to know."
It is a matter of principal that all details of exams are recorded on the database, and it would be most unusual not to record anything of importance, but something told me that this was different to the normal stuff. In any case, I could record it without telling him if it was important.
"Yes. Go on."
"I sometimes wake up in the morning and find I've wet myself a bit. It's not urine though, it's different. Sort of watery and sticky."
Bells began to ring and I checked his notes in front of me. Francis was one of those boys who sprang an erection whenever you looked at him and on more than one occasion he had emitted a slight moan when I touched his penis to measure it and he had even asked me to re-check the size a couple of times just to get a longer feel.
"Do you ever hold yourself down there?" I asked as neutrally as I could.
"Yes, I suppose I do. I like it, makes me feel good, especially when I'm in bed and can't sleep."
"Good. That's quite normal," I told him. "Anything else?"
He blushed and stared at the floor. "Yeah," he mumbled. "That's the difficult part."
"Go on." I said. "I have an idea what the problem might be, but I would like to hear it from you."
This made him brighten up a bit and he told me that he'd actually been stroking himself quite a lot recently, and that some strange stuff sort of leaked out of his penis. But then he added something else.
"Sometimes I dream about it and when I do, this other, different, stuff comes out."
"Do you get good feelings when you play with yourself?" I said. "And what happens when you do it?"
"Yeah. I make myself feel really good when I do it, but have to stop when I get all sort of trembly,"
Francis replied a little nervously.
"That's OK then," I smiled at him. "Everything is OK I think. But do me a favour. The next time you do it, carry on rubbing yourself when you get the feeling and let me know what happens."
I gave Francis a little sample bottle and asked him to bring me a some of the liquid he made so I could check it out and confirm my suspicions. If I was right, then over the next few weeks we would be inundated with nearly fifty boys all with the same problem, and exciting though the thought was, I didn't fancy going through this same conversation with them all one by one! It also meant, of course, that me, Adam and Chris were also very close to doing it ourselves! Now there was a thought.
It was early the following day that Francis returned the sample I'd asked for. This time he didn't seem at all nervous, in fact he was rather pleased with himself I thought.
"It was easy," he said happily. "And I liked doing it too!"
"Why? What happened?" I asked, intrigued.
"When I was in bed, I got to thinking about what you'd said and my penis got stiff again. This time I rubbed it for longer, even when I got that funny feeling, and then suddenly I sort of convulsed and that stuff came out of my penis. It took me so much by surprise that I didn't manage to get much of it in the container though, most of it went on the floor!"
"That's good. I've enough here I think to do the tests." I shook the little bottle and then added, wickedly, "I'm glad you like doing it. It's a fantastic feeling isn't it."
"Yeah," he agreed. "I can't wait to do it again!"
I ran the tests just as soon as he'd left - I just couldn't wait. Within minutes, I had the results I wanted and had hoped for. It was sperm, and according to the data, good quality stuff at that, although I couldn't care less about how good it was or wasn't just at that time. What I was more than pleased about was that, if past trends were to be followed, me and the rest of the crew would be producing the stuff within three weeks, four at the outside.
An urgent meeting was convened between Adam, Chris and me for later that same day when I told them about Francis. To begin with they were just as excited as I was - the prospect of our making sperm now a foreseeable reality. Then we thought about it.
To start with, we had to make sure that every crew member was told about the changes that were taking place in their bodies and that we, as the Medical Crew, would not only need to be told, but collect samples as well! It was decided that the best way would be to send a carefully written note to everyone's personal computer terminal explaining things to them, and asking for them to collect a sample bottle from us at some point. We also decided, as much for our own amusement as anything else, to ask if they could make sperm already and how they'd found out, and also let us know anything else they thought might interest us such as if they'd done things with anyone else. This would be done anonymously 'just for the records'.
Within three days, all the bottles had been collected and a few replies to our questions had even been returned. This was due, I am sure, to the fact that life on the ship can be a bit boring sometimes, and anything new was seized upon avidly: particularly so in this case as many boys already knew what it felt like to play with yourself, and the prospects of it getting even better generated a surprising amount of interest! After seven days, all the boys had made comments on the questions we'd asked, and we'd also had seven sample bottles returned.
We noticed, with interest, that all seven of the samples proved positive for sperm, and that one boy had been producing it for nearly two weeks already! It was also evident that all of the samples came from boys who enjoyed the genital measurements and seemed to have permanent erections.
Without going into too much detail, it was also found out that several boys had formed 'partnerships' already, whether they could produce or not. Very few of them thought that there was anything wrong in this, in fact as far as they were concerned, it was a good thing as they had someone 'special' to talk to rather than be one of the horde. The only ones who seemed to have any problems with their new-found abilities were those same boys who found it difficult to get their penises hard on inspections. In the main these boys were the physical training experts and thought of themselves a little different to everyone else anyway, but it was noted and logged for further investigation at some time.
Once the data we'd collected had been entered into Zeus, it surprised Adam, Brian and I by sending a message out, marked 'for your attention only'. Just as Chris had found out before, we were now expected to check on seminal emissions on a regular basis, and also check for the growth of body hair and changes in body shape. There was also a further comment which intrigued us, and cleared up a few points we'd talked about. It told us that we should expect to see boys developing particular and close friendships as they matured and that these were to be taken as normal, and indeed desirable as it showed that they were developing streaks of individuality which, provided they were within the parameters set by the computer, would be needed for the long-term benefit of the crew as a whole. Particular note was to be taken however of those boys whose friendships became so close that they interfered negatively with their work performance.. Records were also to be kept of those who formed no close friendships at all: almost as a side-line, it added that this group may also develop signs of aggression at some stage, in which case appropriate medication would be provided.
So, that was OK then. Without our knowing it, we had behaved just as the computer, or rather its programmers, had predicted. It some ways this was a relief, but in others it wasn't. The fact that we were so predictable psychologically as well as physically threw us a bit, but then the scientists who drew up the program had hundreds of years worth of information on boys growing up available to them and I don't suppose that there was very much that would have surprised them!
After our discussion, Adam returned to work, leaving just Chris and I alone in my quarters. As was usual by now, we closed the door, lay back on the bunk and cuddled each other, our naked skins in contact all the way down from our chests to our thighs - a delicious, warm feeling, comforting and thrilling at the same time. Lazily we kissed and smiled at each other, our friendship somehow better now that it had been 'officially sanctioned' and we weren't breaking any rules.
"Does this make us 'special friends' within the meaning of the instruction?" Chris giggled as his hand came to rest on my erection.
"Yeah I guess so," I grinned. "But then you've always been special to me."
And it was true. Ever since we'd been teamed together back on Earth, I'd always felt that Chris was a little different to everyone else - nothing definite, nothing you could actually put your finger on, but whenever we could we chose to work and eat together, or simply be near each other.
"So, wanna do it?" Chris said, giving my penis a squeeze.
"Of course," I laughed. "I wanna see if we can make sperm yet!"
We watched each other as our hands gently stimulated our organs, savouring the magical feelings that spread out from them, hugging each other tighter as the mind-blowing sensations overtook us.
"Slow down a bit," I urged as Chris began to work his hand a little faster. "I want this to last as long as possible."
We leaned in and kissed each other, lightly at first, but then, in line with the passion filling our bodies, with every increasing urgency. Chris opened his mouth, and unbidden, my tongue slipped in, found his, and started to wrestle with it. There was no logic in this, no reason, but the sensations it created were almost as good as the first time we played around with each other. Our bodies became much more sensitive to touch, and the world seemed to evaporate leaving just the two of us alone and united. Even our hands stilled themselves as we revelled in the intense passion we were feeling for each other, passions which filled gaps in our lives we never even knew were there.
We broke apart and found ourselves staring into each other's eyes in awe and wonderment.
Wordlessly, something passed between us and we smiled slightly, somehow knowing that we were bound together in a way that was indefinable and inexplicable; far, far more than that which being clones united us.
"Let's stay together all night," Chris whispered as he stroked my hair.
I nodded in agreement: if he hadn't suggested it, I would have - it seemed the logical thing to do.
"Better tell Adam, just in case he wants me," Chris added as he reached over for my terminal.
"Don't bother!" I grinned. "I think he'll know where you are if he needs you!"
To us it quite an adventure, spending our resting time together: as far as we know, no one had done it before - they probably had of course, but we never knew about it. It was in some state of excitement therefore that we dimmed the lights, made ourselves comfortable on the fairly narrow bunk and slipped the coverlet over us.
With the lights set to a very dim yellowy colour, the small room took on a whole new aspect: the gloom seemed to add to the depth of feeling we had for each other, almost as if we were being protected by the semi-darkness and being encouraged us to share our feelings.
As we wrapped our arms around one another, giggling slightly at the novelty of it, I shivered in anticipation of what was to come. In all the years I'd been alive I'd never actually felt the need or desire to have someone as close to me now as Chris was, but the events of the past few weeks had changed us both and we were not only supremely comfortable together, but there was a strong sense of 'rightness' about the situation as if we were fulfilling a pre-planned destiny.
We gazed into each others eyes for a few moments, stroking our hair, letting our bodies accustom themselves to the unfamiliarity.
"This feels so good," Chris whispered. "So peaceful."
I could do no more than agree with him as I let my hand slide between us and come to rest on his chest, feeling his heart beating away under my fingers. We kissed deeply, allowing our tongues to entwine and fight with each other. Chris was moaning softly into my mouth as I stroked his nipples, which I was dimly aware had hardened as I played with them. Our penises, which were now as hard as they had ever been, were nestled side-by-side between us, begging for some attention. We weren't ready for that yet though - we were far too busy exploring each other's body with our hands, letting them roam wherever they wanted, relishing every moment of it and storing the sensations in our fevered minds. I felt one of Chris's knees pressing between my legs and I opened them enough to let him do what he wanted. As he worked it up so my testicles rested against it, I rolled over so I was stretched out on top of him, still kissing and still letting my hands wander. For a timeless age we wriggled and writhed in the bunk completely absorbed not only in each other but the sheer bliss of it all.
As Chris manoeuvred himself on top, he started to buck his hips into me, each thrust stimulating our penises fantastically, the pre-seminal fluid now leaking out in what appeared to be limitless quantities, its slipperiness making his motions even more arousing. Almost without warning, we both climaxed together, our bodies jerking and spasming uncontrollably as we orgasmed, the final thrusts being almost painful in their force.
Totally spent, we separated our sweating bodies slightly and breathed deeply, exhausted not only by the physical exertions but also by the energy-draining emotional roller-coaster we'd just been on.
"That was unbelievable!" I sighed as I stroked Chris's chest.
"You're telling me!" Chris gasped. "Never thought it'd be like that. It was like we were on a different planet. And look at the mess!"
Staring down into our groins we saw the silver sheen of the lubricant stuff glistening on our skin - and something else; another liquid, different in consistency and colour. I scooped a bit up, smelt it and tasted it carefully.
"Semen!" I announce gleefully. "One of us made some semen!"
It was impossible of course to tell which one of us it had come from, but it really didn't matter, we were just as pleased for each other that one of us had actually ejected some at long last!
Excited though we were, it wasn't long before we were dragged back into the real world as the fluids began to evaporate and make us shiver. Somewhat reluctantly we cleaned ourselves up and cuddled together again for warmth.
We also dozed, fitfully, partly because of the unaccustomed presence of another person in the bed, and partly because neither of us could quite believe it was all happening. Several times during the night when we found ourselves awake at the same time, we grinned madly at each other, kissed, and drifted off to sleep again, hands resting possessively in groins.
"Good morning Brian! Good morning Christopher!" a voice said from a million miles away. I blinked as my brain absorbed the sound. "Have you both had a good rest period?" the voice asked.
Suddenly we were both wide awake, staring at each other in a state of panic.. Who? What?
Then it dawned on us. Zeus must have registered that we were both in my quarters and had spent the night together - and that was more than a bit of a shock to us both. But then, after we'd got over the scare and got our brains in gear, we realised that Zeus would have know right from the start that we were in the same room - it kept up a constant monitoring of everyone's respiration and heart-rate. So, when it came to wake-up time, it automatically called us both on my terminal.
It was my turn to take over from Adam that morning, but both Chris and I went to see him.
"Morning!" we both said as we entered the control room.
Spinning round in his chair, he grinned broadly at us and asked how we were.. "Not that I want too much detail!" he laughed. "You both look remarkably alert, all things considered."
Chris and I looked at each other and blushed.
"Don't worry," Adam went on. " I went for a walk round early this morning and found Chris's door wide open. It didn't take a genius to guess where he was!"
"Sorry!" we both said together.
"For what? You had a good time together I assume, and you've done nothing wrong."
With a sense of relief, we then explained about the morning wake-up call and how it had surprised us to begin with. Then an idea struck me.
"Do you think we could use that to tell us who is 'friendly' with who?" I asked
"I guess so," Chris said, "But do you think we aught? It might be some sort of privacy invasion or something."
"Yeah, you're probably right. But it would be useful to know if someone is, you know, doing it too much, or even not at all, bearing in mind what we've been told."
"You've got a good point there," Adam mused. "It needs some thinking about. I'm sure the data is available, but whether we can access it, or even whether we should, is a different problem."
Adam pressed a few keys on his terminal and grinned at us.
"For example, you must both have had a good time," he laughed. "Your heart rates went through the roof at least twice, and you didn't get the proper amount of sleep either!"
We stared at the tell-tale graphs on the monitor and quickly discovered that the rapid heart rates and sky-high blood pressures coincided with, well, you can guess what. We also noted, as an aside, that we weren't monitored constantly as we thought, but only every hour or so, and that provided there were no problems detected, the records were deleted after 24 hours.
The next few weeks went very much according to plan. By the end of the first three weeks, everyone could produce semen, and it all tested OK. In line with predictions, we also started to change our body shape slightly and grow hair in the right places. There were three or four boys who would have developed rather later than the rest of us, but this was soon corrected by the addition of suitable hormones in their food. The more aggressive ones were corrected the same way, although thankfully, there were only a couple of those.
What was interesting to note was that the whole atmosphere in the ship changed: boys were much happier than they had been before and openly displayed their close friendships, bunk-sharing becoming a fairly common habit. As you might expect, some of the crew preferred not to have a regular partner, but rather to change on a fairly frequent basis: as they tended to change partners between themselves though, it didn't present any major problem. Almost certainly one of the happiest was our friend Francis who displayed a superb talent for making his temporary partner blissfully content with life for a few days before moving on to the next one. A check of his records showed that he used his own cabin, alone, only twice in three weeks! He was certainly very popular. Another piece of information we filed away was that boys began to wear clothes a lot more - the sight of naked bodies wandering about the ship became rarer and rarer, nudity it appears being reserved for their 'special times'. I regretted this on the whole as I'd always liked looking at them, but on the other hand empathised with them completely - I was even a little angry myself sometimes when other boys looked at him longingly as he walked around naked..
After about six months had passed, and most boys had settled into a steady sort of relationship with a close friend another difficulty arose. Chris and I slept together almost every night: we didn't have sex every night though - just the closeness and comfort was enough for us very often. I think that this must have been the case with many other pairs as well because one day we received six requests, all from the maintenance team, that they actually share quarters on a permanent basis. This was a new idea as far as we were concerned, and a good one at that: the improvement in morale and general atmosphere among the boys proved it.
Adam, Chris and I gave it some thought and eventually put the suggestion to Zeus, asking initially if Chris and I could move in together. There was a ten-second delay (a life time in processing terms) before the reply came back. There was no objection at all, subject to the pairing being confirmed by the computer, and much to our surprise, it even spat out details of how to dismantle the bunk in the vacated room and re-install it as a second bunk in another room! Now there was forward planning!
The whole living space of the ship was a hive of industry for a good few days as the news spread: accommodation areas were hurriedly re-arranged and personal belongings shifted around. There were also a great number of very sleepy crew around as well - but this was soon sorted when the computer began to administer surreptitious doses of tranquillisers to a certain select few!
To begin with, Chris and I were worried about the effect that our close friendship would have on Adam - the last thing we wanted was for him to feel left out or rejected in some way. Once in a while, either Chris or I would go out of our way to have some 'personal time' with him, often inviting ourselves to spend the night with him, much to our joint delight. But then Adam found a friend of his own, to our joy. He'd met a boy from the maintenance crew who worked the same shift pattern as him and they got on almost as well as Chris and I: within a week or so they too had moved in together and were as happy as could be.
With Chris and I, things were moving along very nicely. Being the boys we were, it wasn't long before we began to experiment together, especially after we could both orgasm to completion.
We were feeling particularly aroused one night when Chris suggested something that at first might seem obscene, but in fact turned out to be absolutely phenomenal. We'd developed a taste for each other's sperm (after having checked it was harmless!), but got a bit fed up with fingering or licking it into our mouths every time. It was Chris who wickedly suggested that we short-circuit things a bit, and instead of using fingers or tongues, we deposit the load directly into our mouths.
We were both rather nervous the first time we tried it, but once a warm, silky-smooth penis was embedded in your mouth, we found that everything else was forgotten, completely and absolutely.
The ecstatic feeling of having a warm tongue massaging your penis was quite simply unbeatable.
Gentle sucking combined with a subtle tongue lashing ensured that the orgasm, when it came was far, far better than when it was done by hand: not only that, but the good feelings lasted longer and it seemed to make more stuff shoot out as well. Once we'd worked out how to do it to each other at the same time, things got even better if that were possible. It was so good in fact that we ended up having to sort of ration ourselves to doing it only a three or four times a week, otherwise we ended up doing it most of the night, the result being two noticeably tired boys the following day!
As a part of our regular routine, once every few months Adam, Chris and I would gather round a terminal and have a review of progress with Zeus. The general idea was to pick up areas where problems might be building up, or where we'd done particularly well. It was during once of these conferences, held about a year after it'd been agreed that partnerships were acceptable, and were probably a good thing on the whole that Zeus surprised us. Firstly, he commented that the general atmosphere on the ship was good, far better than had been predicted in fact.. There were very few incidents of violence of any note, and those that did occur were mainly in the Physical Recreation area where frustrations at being beaten were usually the cause. Overall health was good, psychological profiles were on target, as was the physical development of everyone. Only one boy had had to be placed in stasis and that was due to the accidental ingestion of refrigerant when a pipe had split. Even then, it was expected that he could be revived after a few months, once his liver and kidneys had been repaired.
We thought that the conference was over and we were about to leave when Zeus brought us to a dead stop. It's possible, he informed us, that whilst the pairing up of the crew has proved very successful, it may lead to difficulties in the future. It seems that there are cells of isolation developing where small groups of boys, the domestic crew for example, are spending too much time working together, socialising together or sleeping together and they are not mixing with other groups as much as they should. This is essential in the long term to ensure a free exchange of ideas and thoughts between the crew as a whole and that no one person or group becomes isolated or dominant. I therefore propose that henceforward an exchange of partners be mandatory for a period of seven days every three months. I will accept suggestions for alternative partners, but reserve the right to refuse the request if I think it unsuitable. Other than that, I will select exchange partners on a random basis. I look forward to your comments.
We looked at each other in disbelief. Zeus had never interfered like this before and it came as a bit of a shock to think that he would, or could. Then, as the implications began to sink in, we discussed it. Zeus was, of course, right. People were less inclined to socialise together than they used to be, and whilst the larger teams had enough boys to maintain some sort of randomness in the relationships, the smaller ones were beginning to pull away from the main cohort and not mix.
To begin with, I was not at all happy with the thought that I would be away from Chris for seven whole days - and nights, and that we would each have a different partner for those days. But then, as I thought about it more, perhaps it might, as Zeus pointed out, be a good thing. It would give Chris and I a break from each other, which could only serve to strengthen our bonding in the long run. And, in addition, we would hopefully enjoy the attentions of a relative stranger for a while; someone different, outside of our normal circle. The only danger as far as I could see was that the new partner might break up the old friendship and create a problem. But then that was where Zeus held the Ace: he would ensure that no exchange partner would do that. On balance, we all thought it was a good idea and told Zeus so - not that it would have made any difference if we didn't.
Chris and I talked for ages in bed that night, discussing the pros and cons of the plan, and on the whole whilst we agreed that it was probably necessary, we were not at all happy with it. As a result, our love making that night was long and tender as if building up some sort of reserve for when we would be forced apart.
It turned out that Zeus either had a very warped sense of humour, or a streak of evil in him because without warning we all received messages one morning telling us who our new partner was, and that the changes were to be made that day! Chris and I were well prepared for it and although we would have preferred to stay as we were, accepted the inevitable. Others weren't so philosophical - there were a good few long faces around that day and I suspect not a just a few tears. The only people who were unaffected by it all were those few boys who had never taken a partner, but even they seemed envious of the others in an odd sort of way - I think it just emphasised their self- imposed loneliness.
Change-over time arrived much quicker than we thought it would: Chris and I were having a last cuddle and caress when the signal came for the move. Looking at the monitor, I saw that Chris had to go and stay with someone called Philip, a member of the domestic team. Luckily he knew him slightly from his medicals and wasn't too disappointed. I, on the other hand was astounded to see that I had been paired with Francis, the boy I'd come across ages ago, who in some ways had started the whole thing off, who I'd met often since to perform his medicals. I wasn't sure whether I was pleased or not as I remembered the reputation he had built up for himself. At least, he would be tied down to one person for a week I thought wryly to myself.
When Francis arrived I recognised him instantly - not because of his body of course, but because of his mannerisms. He was an ebullient sort of character, much livelier than most and he wore an almost constant grin. He was a member of the 'entertainment' team as well as a computer expert - and his nature fitted his work perfectly.
"Hiya!" he smiled at me. "I'm glad it worked out OK."
"What?" I asked curiously.
"I asked Zeus if we could be paired together. I've always liked you ever since that first time when, you know, you explained things to me."
"Oh, yes. I remember," I said. "Problems with, err, emissions, if I remember."
"Yeah. And am I glad I took your advice!"
"And what was that," I laughed having a good idea what it was.
"Keep doing it if you like it!"
"I understand that's just what you have been doing, from what I hear."
He wasn't at all put out by my comment, I think he liked it in fact.
"Yes. Well. I thought that if I liked it so much, then so must all the other boys. And after all, one of my jobs is to entertain people, in any way I can!" he giggled.
As we were talking, he'd stowed his few possessions in what was Chris's locker and stripped off, becoming just as naked as I was. Without warning, he sprang onto my bunk, wrapped his arms round my waist and gave me a kiss on the cheeks, his eyes sparkling with happiness.
Francis was an easy person to talk to, lively and carefree - completely different in nature to either Chris or Adam. He was also very tactile: all the while we were talking, his hands were constantly wandering around my body, not in a deliberately sexy sort of way, but friendly as if he was communicating by touch as well as words. Sexual or not though, the touch of his delicate fingers soon had the usual effect and my penis woke up to see what was happening. This was a welcome sight for Francis as he instantly took hold of it and held on to it gently, not stroking or anything, just feeling it. Glancing down at his thighs, I watched as he opened his legs slightly so that his own member could grow to its full size in sympathy with mine.
"Want me to close the door?" he smiled. "I think we should get to know each other better!"
Without waiting for an answer, he quickly closed the door and returned to the bed, pulling me down so we lay alongside each other, arms wrapped around our chests. To begin with, he simply stroked my hair, gazing into my eyes, a slight smile on his face. Rolling me onto my back, he leaned across so we were chest-to-chest and leaned in to kiss me, chastely at first but quickly building up to a full tongue-wrestling one. Down below I was acutely aware of his rock-hard penis pressing against my thigh, already leaking pre-come.
That didn't seem to concern him at the moment though as he switched from kissing me on the lips to kissing and licking all over me, from my ears down to my navel, caressing me with his hands all the time. He was certainly gifted in the art of arousal - the way in which he co-ordinated his kisses and hands was astounding and within just a few minutes had me incredibly excited: he found parts of my body which sent shivers of ecstasy racing through me. I knew that my nipples were sensitive from this point of view, Chris had found that out early on in our friendship: Francis knew of a good few more such as my ear lobes and navel. Each one he played with in turn driving me more and more insane until I was writhing uncontrollably on the bunk underneath him.
"I'm going to come," I managed to stammer out as I felt my testicles draw up and my penis harden .
And this was without either of us going anywhere near my penis!
"Let it!" he moaned. "Then we can really have some fun!"
No sooner said than done - even before he'd finished what he was saying, my body convulsed and I orgasmed majestically, my sperm shooting out almost viciously, smearing us both from chest to groin. Francis hardly paused in his attack on me. Using the discarded coverlet he wiped the worst of the mess up whilst still playing with my nipples, not giving me a chance to even get my breath back.
At least he slowed down a bit and instead of thrashing about all over the bunk he wrapped his legs around mine, cuddled up close and kissed me slowly and tenderly, fingers curled in my hair. We rolled over so we were face to face and he gently ran his fingers up and down my spine as if he were counting my vertebra, his touch soft and delicate.
"Stroke my back," he whispered, "Like I'm doing you."
I was more than happy to do as I was asked, and embraced him. As he danced up and down my spine, I felt his fingers gradually work themselves lower and lower until they were caressing my buttocks as well: not only that but the were slipping inside the crack as well. I was astonished once again - even this area of my body seemed to hold hidden triggers which set my heart racing! And when he actually pressed against my hole, I almost passed out! It was truly incredible.
"Wait," he said quietly. "Let me show you something."
Removing his finger for a second, he put it in his mouth, ensured it was well moistened and put it back against my hole, this time pressing against it.
"Relax," he whispered. "Try to let me in."
Things had happened so fast in the past few minutes that although my body knew what was happening to it, my mind hadn't yet caught up. It was only when he asked me to relax my sphincter that it dawned on me what he was doing, or at least trying to do. I should've been angry or something with him for this unexpected assault on me, but I had already been more than impressed by his knowledge and experience so far and so I submitted.
His finger slipped in all the way and I felt him wriggle it around as if searching for something. Then there were two fingers, stretching my hole to the limit - or so I thought. There was some pain, but not nearly as much as I thought there would be, and in any case it soon disappeared as he maneuvered his fingers. Then he found what he must've been feeling for because quite suddenly my mind blew a fuse as he pressed against something deep inside me. With a speed I'd never known before, my half-erect penis suddenly sprang up to full size and I seemed to glow red all over with the totally unexpected sensation. It was astounding, so much so that I almost shouted out with the pleasure it gave me. Francis silenced whatever noise I would've made with a deep kiss, pushing me even closer to what must surely be emotional overload.
Yet he still kept pushing that button inside me, my groans increasing both in volume and urgency as my penis and testicles began to throb achingly, desperate for relief, which came suddenly, unexpectedly and painfully. There wasn't a great deal of semen ejaculated, but what there was I was grateful for.
"That's enough for now," Francis grinned wickedly as he knelt astride me. "I don't want to wear you out just yet! But you'd better prepare yourself for Round Two later on."
I glance at the clock as we nestled together, he'd only been here for an hour and already I'd had the experience of a lifetime: hd my testicles drained twice, been kissed almost to death, and had fingers stuck up a place you don't want to know about! And he said there was more to come!
We dozed for an hour before I decided to get up: I felt hungry and needed a shower. Unwrapping myself from Francis, I had a very refreshing shower, put some casual clothes on and headed for the eating area. Taking a plate full of snacks, I went to the lounge and idly watched a docudrama on the screens and munched away, enjoying the change of scenery. Not surprisingly the lounge wasn't anywhere near as busy as it usually is - most of the boys had other entertainment in hand, but still I'd half-hoped that Chris might be there.
Having noticed that it was approaching my rest time, I headed back to my quarters and was surprised to see Francis staring at the terminal. He waved a hand at me in acknowledgement but continued looking at the screen. Glancing over his shoulder, I saw a fiendishly complicated set of mathematical equations which meant absolutely nothing to me.
"Got to catch up on some work," he said. "I've let it sort of slip the past few weeks and I have just got to catch up." Turning round to grin broadly and me, he added, "Perhaps it's a good thing that I am stuck here for a week!"
"Yeah," I agreed, kissing him on the cheek. "Perhaps we shouldn't have any sex then."
"Rubbish!" he laughed. "It's the only thing that keeps me going! Let me finish this and then I'll show you."
I lay on the bed, watching as he completed the work unit, undecided whether I should try and go to sleep or wait for him to join me. I waited.
When he did slide in alongside me, it was obvious that he was tired. He still managed to wrap himself around me though, satisfy us both with a few kisses and a feel of my testicles before he fell soundly asleep, head resting on my chest and my penis gripped in his hand.
The following night Francis was back to his old self: bouncy, cheerful and ready for action.
"My turn now," he smiled as he slid his mouth from my penis after he'd swallowed my semen. "We haven't finished yet."
Under his guidance, he showed me how to persuade my fingers to enter him, and what to feel for once I was inside. After the experience I'd had last night with him, I was more than willing to return the favour knowing just how magical the sensation was, and at the back of my mind was how much fun Chris and I would have learning to do the same thing. With some difficulty, I located the little button-shaped this and massaged it for him. It didn't take long for him to peak, and I stared as the semen fired out from his penis with extraordinary power. Just to complete the job, I took him in my mouth and drained him as dry as I could.
"You've learned a lot since I first met you," I murmured as we hugged. "You must enjoy your work!"
"Yeah, I do. And there's more things we can do," he laughed. "I haven't shown you all my talents yet."
I was curious as to what else he knew, but he wouldn't tell me, instead he promised to show me the following rest period. For now he was more than happy to be cuddled and caressed.
"This would be the only reason I would chooses to stay with the same person all the time," he said softly. "I like just holding each other and talking; falling asleep in each other's arms and waking up together."
"So why don't you?" I asked.
"I like the sex too much. For some reason I find it gives me lots of energy and I really like trying different things. Most of the boys I've been with can't keep up and soon get tired of me."
I detected a note of sadness in his voice and I realised that it would take a very special person to cope with him on anything like a long-term basis. And as yet he hadn't found one, which depressed him. I made a mental note to play with Zeus the following day and see what I could find out.
When I pulled his records and checked them against the standard parameters, I found that whilst he wasn't over-sexed, for which medication was available, he was certainly pushing the boundary, just as others were pushing it at the other end. I asked Zeus to find other similar records and asked him, hypothetically, if he could suggest a suitable partner.
To my surprise, he came back with four names, and two ideas. There were a couple of boys who were has highly sexed as him but they worked in areas with which I had little contact. Then there were two others. These were what Zeus called 'submissives' because although they enjoyed sex and needed it as much as anyone else, they couldn't find it within themselves to initiate things and depended on their partner entirely. Further checking revealed that one of them worked in my area as a technician and currently didn't have a partner. Playing matchmaker, I suggested to Zeus that it might be a good idea for them to get together. As usual, he responded with 'comment noted', which meant nothing.
If I thought I'd planned a surprise for Francis, it was nothing compared to the one he gave me that night. Once we were comfortably ensconced in our bunk, it became clear that he was once more full of energy but seemed to be unsettled somehow right from the start.
"What's the matter?" I asked after a while. "You seem to be in a funny mood tonight."
He looked at me thoughtfully and then leant over and whispered at length into my ear. Once he'd finished, he leant back, blushing with embarrassment, waiting for my response.
After a moment's hesitation, I looked back at him and said, " You done it before?"
"Yes," he nodded, "Twice."
"Well," I grinned. "We can give it a try. You never know, I might like it."
What he'd suggested was that instead of using our fingers inside our anus, we push our penis in.
It made sense in an odd sort of way, after all that part of our anatomy was as close to that of a girl's vagina as a male body could provide. The only problem was that of relative sizes and the insertion of something in a place which is meant for ejection. The thought was exciting though and after all, if it didn't work or I didn't like it, then no harm had been done. Francis had done it on two occasions and was wanting to do it a third, so there must be something in it, and that was enough for me.
Francis was as aroused as I had ever seen him as he told me what to do, his voice trembling with excitement as he smeared his backside with saliva at the same time.
"You do the same to your penis," he whispered. "Makes it easier to get in."
Once we were both prepared, he turned over onto his stomach and held his cheeks apart.
"Press it against the hole carefully," he almost growled. "Then push downwards. It'll hurt me a bit at first, but then it'll be OK. But go slow."
I did as I was told. It wouldn't go at first, but after a few minutes Francis seemed to relax a little and I slipped inside him. I heard him moan and looked at his face. He was biting his lip with the pain, but nodded at me to carry on.
As my penis sank deeper and deeper into him, I began to feel a wonderful warmth engulfing it, and a sensation that was beyond description: the further I went, the better it got. Francis must've thought so to as the moans of pain changed to ones of happiness.
"Oh, wow!" he whispered. "That feels so good. Don't do anything just yet, let me get used to it. It feels so fantastic!"
I got the nod to carry on a few minutes later, and I started to work myself in and out of him, giving myself the thrill of a lifetime as his muscles gripped my penis solidly. It took a lot of self-control not to do it faster and faster, which my mind told me I should do: instead I tried to take it as slow as I could, pulling back until the head of my penis was only just inside him, and then thrusting down until it was as far as it could go, managing to hit that special place each time as his groans testified. Three times I misjudged it and it came out, but I was in such a state that I instantly re-introduced it and without giving a thought as to how much pain I caused Francis, managed to get it back before his hole close up.
I was building up to what I knew was going to be a mind-blowing orgasm and losing all self control, began to thrust away frantically until I felt my testicles contract. With three thrusts, I ejaculated massively and achingly hard deep inside Francis.
Totally drained, I let my penis slide out, rolled off and collapsed alongside him, breathing heavily.
"Thanks!" Francis managed to stammer out eventually. "That was the best feeling ever. I really liked it."
"Me too," I whispered. "I don't believe how good it was. Want to do it to me in a minute?"
"Of course," he grinned.
It wasn't at all easy getting Francis' penis inside me, but once I'd learned the trick of making myself relax, it went it smoothly with only a sharp burst of pain to start with. From then on, it was bliss all the way, especially when he orgasmed and forced himself right inside me. I was sure I could even feel his penis throb as he ejaculated.
The experience had been so intense that both Francis and I fell asleep almost straightaway, my last conscious thought once again being how Chris would react when I tell him, or even better show him.
We had just two more days left before the exchange period ended, and we managed to do it again four times. Each time it became easier and easier for us, our bodies seeming to adjust to the intrusions without complaint. This was good news to Francis as well as me, as he realised that he would have to do it on a regular and frequent basis 'to keep his hole open'!
I had become attached to Francis over the short period we'd been together, but was more than happy to see Chris return: I'd missed him a lot.
Whilst we were talking and playing with each other that night, I learned that he hadn't had too good a time with his partner. Philip was OK, but wasn't all that interested in sex. He enjoyed the company more and talked for ages and ages, but the sex was hurried, almost impersonal and he fell deeply asleep immediately afterwards.
Gradually over the following days, I introduced Chris to the things I'd learned from Francis. To my immense relief, Chris found them just as exciting and arousing as I did and took part in exploring our new-found adventures more than willingly.
The other good thing was that Zeus manage to come up with answer to Francis' problem about a long-term partner, although I didn't find out about it for about two weeks when he came to me for his medical. Apparently he'd gone back to his quarters one day to find that the electricity supply had failed and when he questioned Zeus about it, was told that it would be sometime before it could be fixed. In the meanwhile, he'd been allocated to share a cabin with - guess who!
That was it of course. Francis now had a long-term partner and according to him they were as happy as could be. My estimation of Zeus went up enormously - not only did he seem to have a wicked sense of humour, but could also be devious when it suited him!
The partner exchange idea became a regular feature of Zeus' planning, which everyone thought was a brilliant idea. Most boys, like Chris and me, were more than happy together most of the time and the random change of companion served to reinforce our relationship - we were certainly more loving and caring towards each other as time went on.
I expect that things will change in times to come: after all we have a good number of years to wait before we make planet-fall, but in the meanwhile we have a happy, well-run ship, manned by a crew who work, play and love together in harmony.
As someone mentioned the other day, one problem which Zeus will have to devote some time to later will be what to do with the females we have on board when we land - they way things are going at present, none of the boys will be interested in them, or even remember what they're for!
Perhaps that's why there are 50 males in hibernation.
The End