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Benny awoke as he always did, his friend Tak was calling him. "Benny? Benny? Benny?" over and over again, a soft voice chosen to wake him up slowly, without the jarring noise of the alarm clock of earlier ages.
Benny moaned and rolled over and hit the button to turn off the null-grav bed, this let him settle gently onto the floor as he deftly rolled his body around to land on his feet as his gravity returned to normal weight. He stretched and yawned. "Good morning, Tak."
"Good morning, Benny, you must get moving, it is now six minutes past seven o'clock." Tak informed him.
Nude (Benny had slept nude), he padded his way to the cleanser. A typical Earth-normal boy, eight years of age, with hair of a soft brown color, pale brown eyes, a round, friendly face and adorably cute nub of a nose, his teeth as neat and orderly as any boy his age, with two adult teeth still coming in after having replaced the baby teeth, and the rest of his teeth a mishmash of adult and baby teeth like any boy his age. Modern medicine was highly advanced, but didn't tinker with the natural evolution of children when it didn't need to.
Likewise, the cleanser was a shower, only more so. Benny was cleaned effectively by merely standing in place with his arms outstretched and his legs spread wide, a wash with soapy water, scrub, rinse and dry, without moving in the course of two minutes' time. He had the option of a scent of his choice being sprayed on his body, but being eight, he eschewed such frivolities and stepped out and into the dresser. Not a set of drawers but more like the sweat boxes of the former century, he was enclosed with only his head exposed, thirty second later, he stepped out, wearing a comfortably form-fitting jumpsuit-like garment that was suitable for the weather and made in one piece with simple openings at the crotch should Nature make its familiar demands on his body. Infants and people with jobs or incontinence issues who needed it had nearly-invisible devices there to keep themselves unsoiled and inoffensive to their neighbors but Benny didn't need such things.
"It is now seven-thirteen, Benny," Tak reminded him. "You should now join your parents for breakfast and visit with them for a while."
"I know, I'm going," Benny said without reproach. Tak was not a person nor a robot, he was a "friend," which was the word for a small device installed inside Benny's skull (and every other person on Earth and beyond) through which he could, among other things, converse subvocally. Tak did many other things, control the house mechanisms for Benny's use, arrange for things he needed, keep an eye on his personal safety, which allowed him to roam pretty much at will without danger, and warn him if he was about to stray from the legal path. Tak could also summon the police or ambulance if needed.
Benny's mother and father were at the breakfast table and he joined them with social pleasantries. With all of them present, they each quietly requested their breakfasts and the order arrived without issue. Benny's was a healthy meal, the concept of junk food had vanished in the mists of time and he ate without thinking about things like sugar-infused cereal or super-sweet doughnuts. His culture just didn't think that way. His foods were interesting, tasty and delightful to a child's taste buds, that was enough.
Done, the three parted for their day's duties with kisses and affection, going in different directions. Each boarded a different PPT (Personal Public Transport) which looked much like a one-person golf cart with a bubble on it for the person to ride in. Tak took care of Benny's PPT arrival and information about his destination and he was off on his way to school.
School was interesting and nothing like the ones of the 20th or 21st Century, his instruction was personalized, innovative and very educational. These were interspersed with activities with his fellow students of his own age, wherein he had friends and played games and team sports and exercised his body, and in these sports was none of the rough-housing and bullying seen in those earlier ages, a good play was cheered by both sides and a bad play was not mocked, but with gentle mentions of how to improve. After all, it was only a game and winning was secondary to the fun. Such an attitude would have shocked the fans of the same sports centuries before who would have shocked the sport fans of the Middle Ages with their bear baiting and dog fighting, or of the Romans who fed criminals to the animals to see them killed and devoured.
After school, Benny was free to roam as he willed. He ventured into the parkland where he could explore the natural environment which had rebounded greatly thanks to the clean energy and mechanisms of modern living. He spent some time watching some beavers building a dam, and then some deer feeding on some wild grain. The animals were unfrightened by the boy or the other humans who watched them, after all, people were no danger to them at all. Benny even fed one young deer who came curiously up to explore him, and nuzzled his hand after it ate the shock of grain he had plucked to entice it near him. As he did all this, Tak chimed in with some relevant bit of information about what Benny was viewing, an impromptu bit of education about the natural world.
Tiring and a bit sweaty, Benny returned to the cooler environment of the city, which was enclosed and conditioned to the temperature that humans thrived best in. Inside, he breathed and rested on a bench, of which there were many spread about and as he did, a man nearby caught his eye.
The man had finished his work for the day and had come out for a relaxing rest before going home, perhaps. He had peeled off his jumpsuit top and was letting the air touch his bare skin.
The man's face was extraordinarily handsome, even in a world where all skin was flawless and clean and free of blemish or scars. He had black hair, cool blue eyes, large square cheeks, a large but regal nose, lips which were full but beautifully shaped. His body muscles were a sculptor's dream to capture in marble, thick biceps, prominent pectorals, massive chest, slender stomach, he was taller than most men and fully adult but young in age. Benny stared and stared at him and the man noticed his look, but only smiled a congenial smile and remained as he was, relaxing as comfortably as a lion on a high large rock surveying the savannah.
"You like that man, don't you?" Tak asked him.
"Yes, I do, he is very handsome," Benny admitted. "I've never seen a man as good-looking as him, not in person, anyway."
"His friend tells me that he is interested in you as well," Tak said. "Would you like to join him, if you do, he will be pleased."
"I will, thanks," Benny replied and walked over to sit beside the man. "Hello, my name is Benny, I am eight years old." he introduced himself.
"I'm Craig, I'm twenty-three years old and I work in designing mining equipment for asteroids." he said. "It can be rough work, but I do most of my work with computers of course." He flexed his muscles to illustrate. "I have to keep in shape to wrestle the machinery into place for our experimental devices. You can't tell something's going to actually work until you build it."
"He is telling you the truth," Tak added for Benny's benefit.
"That sounds like very interesting work," Benny said to Craig.
"I could show you some of the machines I've designed, I have scale models back in my apartment," Craig offered him.
"That is both true and a lie," Tak informed Benny. "He does have a few models, but mostly he'd like to get you to his apartment in hopes of seducing you sexually."
"Oh," Benny said. He looked at Craig, the strong muscles, the handsome face. His heart stirred and beat faster. "I'd love to see them," he told Craig.
"Do you plan to have sex with him?" Tak asked.
"Of course," Benny agreed.
"Very well," Tak replied and said nothing else. Benny knew he would report this to his parents so they would know he would be later than usual getting home. And if need be, Tak would report to the police. Children were allowed to be free and even experimental sexually, for no child could be forced to do anything against their will, whether by stranger or family. Rape had disappeared, as had most murder and other violent crimes.
Craig called up a two-person PPT and one arrived and they rode for a little while, ending up at a rather posh place much larger than Benny's house. Craig was a person of some means. Craig ushered Benny through a lushly appointed front room into his study and did in fact show Benny his models of mining machinery and Tak gave Benny questions to ask to help him feign interest in the work, though Benny was more interested in Craig's machine inside his jumpsuit's crotch. He noticed a bulge down there and after showing Benny the fourth such model, Craig followed Benny's eyes, grinned and put the model back on the shelf. "How about I show you my bedroom now?"
"Okay!" Benny said enthusiastically.
Craig laughed and took Benny to his bedroom. The bed turned out to be an antique, an actual bed, not a null-grav bed. Benny goggled at it and Craig said, "It's the one I use to make love to a boy, it's so much easier than the null-grav bed. More limited in sexual positions, but easier to keep yourself in the positions you can get into."
"Okay," Benny said dubiously. He clicked the buttons that removed his jumpsuit, and Craig stuffed the two jumpsuits, Benny's and his own, into the laundry cloaca, a sphincter-like area on the wall, where he simply touched the jumpsuit to the surface and the suction took the entire garment into it. There, they would be returned to the elements they were made of, and reconstituted into the fibers from which new, clean jumpsuits could be manufactured by the dresser.
"Get onto the bed and lie down on it," Craig told him.
Benny did so and found the mattress to be very soft and the sheet very sleek. "Silk sheet," Tak told him when Benny asked him. "Difficult to clean and maintain, but very sensual to the human skin."
"It certainly is!" Benny agreed.
Craig crawled in after him and Benny saw the man's prong as he did so, a huge clam-digger long enough that the head nearly dragged on the sheet as he waddled on his knees toward the boy. The bed was very wide and circular, and Craig urged Benny to the very middle, and then, lying beside him, the two embraced and kissed each other.
As Craig's hands moved over Benny's body, Benny sub-vocalized to Tak, "I don't know what to do here."
"He is stroking you, like he would in a null-grav bed. There is no real difference here, other than you're not weightless. Stroke him gently as you are able, that will be enough. You know a man's sensitive zones, stroke them." Benny reached up and his fingers found Craig's left nipple and he caught hold of it and tweaked it gently. Craig hissed and Benny tweaked him again and again.
"Good, now do something else. Brush your hand over his chest," Tak advised, "like he was doing for you."
Benny did that and Craig groaned and leaned down and kissed Benny on his lips and his mouth stayed on Benny's.
"Open your mouth, he wants to slide his tongue inside, and put your tongue against his," Tak told Benny. "Use your tongue and sort of bump his with your own, sort of a play-fight."
Benny did so and found that the sensations that evoked from his tongue were pleasant and stimulating. Craig pushed his tongue more inside Benny's and began to forage around in Benny's mouth.
"Let him do what he is doing, and then do the same thing to his mouth," Tak instructed.
Benny imitated Craig's actions and Craig panted and then slid down on the bed and scooped Benny's young peter into his mouth and began to suck away on it. Benny gasped and knew what to do, he struggled around, fighting the gravity (this was so easy on a null-grav bed!) and got where he could latch onto Craig's cock.
"Nnnnh, nnnh, nh, nh, nh, nnnnnnh!" Craig encouraged Benny as he slid down the uncut prong and the foreskin slipped to reveal the warm, sticky cockhead. The taste of the fluid around the glans was acrid but exciting to the aroused boy, and he lapped it up and then began to work his spittle on the cockhead, then with it lubed up well, slipped his mouth over it and began to drool his way down the shaft, moving up and down as he worked the turgid rod.
Soon he was milking away at Craig's massive prong and Craig had Benny in a rabid state of delight and when he tore away from Benny's dingle, Benny felt positively deprived, more so when Craig pulled his own dong out of Benny's mouth. "Uhhhh, uhhh, uhhhh, uhhhhh!" he grunted. "You're good, kid, a little too good, let's get to the fucking. Your friend tells me that you like to be fucked by a man's cock."
"Yes, I do," Benny agreed. "Do you have lube, yours is bigger than most men's pricks."
"I do," Craig said. His nightstand was a servo kind, it floated off the floor and a mechanical articulated limb and hand handed the tube of lubricant to him where he was.
"A tube?" Benny asked.
Craig grinned. "I'm old-fashioned in some ways. I prefer to lube myself, is all. I can do it better than any servo."
"Okay," Benny wasn't going to argue. Craig did a fine job of spreading the lube over his dong in a smooth, even measure all over, and soon he was climbing on top of Benny. "Now for some one-grav fucking," he told Benny.
"Are you ready to try it out?" he said as he manuevered his prong to where he could jam it into Benny's butthole.
"I guess so, but wouldn't it be easier in null-grav?"
"Easier, yes, but better, no. Try it out and then you tell me," Craig said confidently and he pushed his prong at Benny's rear-end. The slimy shaft delved into Benny's butt as smoothly as if it had been made for the young asshole. Benny gasped and groaned as he was manually impaled. Null-grav or one-grav, this felt so damned good! "Yeahhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh, that feels good!"
"Oh, I've just started," Craig promised. "Let me get moving before you make a decision."
He began to pump his hips and Benny gasped and groaned. Craig was a man who knew how to fuck a boy's ass! "Uhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhh!" he moaned as Craig's thrusts slowly increased in speed.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm!" Craig murmured as he pumped the warm boy butt.
"Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh!" Benny grunted as his body rocked with the hip-stabs of Craig's muscular, athletic body. He swayed and moved with the grace of a strong male ballet dancer, but his body was too husky for such a role in real life, he could, though, and did, display his agility in this limited realm of being atop a willing lad and pumping his hips vigorously back and forth to drive his love-rod in and out of the throbbing, pulsing sphincter of the hungry young ass.
"Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh!" Benny was gasping as the speed of Craig's thrusting had reached a fever pitch
"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!" The handsome face of the mechanical engineer was the image that many artists strive to paint on a fresco or freeze in stone to preserve for posterity, they always fail for the moment is one that cannot be captured by mortal men, it is divine and transient by its very nature, and like the human spirit, it is never to be seen, only believed in.
"Ahahahahahahahahah!" Benny was approaching his ecstasy, rising toward orgasm on the wings of passion.
"UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH!" Craig crowed in his climax.
"AH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Benny contorted and convulsed in climax.
"UH-HUHHHHHHHH-NNNNNNNN-UHHHHHHH-NNNNNNNN!" warbled Craig as he stabbed Benny's ass repeatedly in savage jabs, his jets of jizz pounding inside like passion's cannonballs, seven discrete blasts of Craig's love-artillery, and the face of the man atop Benny turned a delicate crimson hue and his teeth formed a demonic grimace, which faded away as exhaustion replaced ecstasy and he sagged, defeated and deflated, and sagged down to land on Benny briefly before he managed to throw himself to one side and lay on his back beside the boy, his chest pumping up and down like a bellows feeding air to a furnace's fire.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Craig breathed. "That was something really special!" he exclaimed. "You were terrific, kid, really terrific!"
"He is thinking he would like to make love to you again soon," Tak told Benny. "Would you be favorable to that?"
"Yeah, I would. I'd like to try him out in a null-grav bed, though," Benny affirmed.
"Your parents have signaled that you need to return home soon," Tak told him.
"Okay," Benny agreed. To Craig, he said, "I need to go home now, but I want to see you again. Would you like to come to my home and meet my family?"
"Would they like to meet me?" Craig asked.
Tak was already working on that and told Benny to give the go-ahead.
"My parents say that they know of your work and would love to meet you.
How about dinner tomorrow?"
"I'd love that," Craig smiled.
Tak told Benny about Mother's plans, "My Mom said to come by, dinner will be at seven o'clock. Dad says that he wants to ask you about your plans for the Vesta iron deposits."
"I'll bring along my data and we can talk about it. Your father is also working on the Vesta project."
"Great, then we can see each other again," Benny beamed.
"We can do more than see each other," Craig said.
"I talked to your mother via her friend," Tak told Benny. "She is amenable to an overnight guest."
"You bet! My mom says if you want to sleep with me in my room after dinner, that's just fine with her," Benny told Craig.
Craig just smiled. So did Benny.
Good old Tak. Best friend a boy ever had!
THE END
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