Harold 7JBK182 finished working and pushed back from his work station with a sigh. Creating an entire world (holographic of course) was a major undertaking and he had done a good day's work to make it lively, colorful, delightful and, of course, adventurous to any who chose to visit it.
Time for dinner, he was done working for the day and he asked for a meal of Italian dishes. The house computer knew his wishes (as well as his dietary needs) and provided him with a lush dinner that was designed for the maximum appeal to his palate, and if any dish was high-calorie or just designed to seem that way, neither his tongue nor his stomach could tell the difference. Mankind had progressed in many ways in the year 2311, such that his life would, to a person from the year 2000, be as foreign as that person's life would appear to a person from the year 1700.
He ate and then let his house provide him with a massage, he didn't have to disrobe for this as he was naked and lived his entire life that way. Clothing other than for decoration of one's body was another casualty of modern technology, to have to put it on to control his body's temperature was a foreign concept to him, his house was in charge of that!
His body was fit, muscled and damnably handsome, minimized only by the fact that this was also true for the entire rest of Mankind. Harold's handsomeness was in his wavy, luxuriously lustrous black hair, bright, sparkling, sapphire-blue eyes, pale tan flawless skin, muscles that were well-defined but not overlarge, a taut, supple stomach and just enough hair between the navel and the pubic region to accent the nine inches of firm, cleanly maintained dong that lay in the soft moss of his pubic hair. As the massage proceeded, his cock slowly rose up to rigidity and he sighed. Another need of his body was to be attended to, and it was almost his only direct contact with the other members of the human race (rather than virtual, holographic or computer-chat contact). This required him to rise from the table and go to the social console, he would need to make actual selections.
He selected "Sexual contact," "Male," "Boy, 8-11 years of age" and then pondered the massive number of choices he was faced with. Skin color, hair, eyes, temperament and on and on, a long list. At the top he had a selection "Roulette" and he chose that.
Somewhere in the world, computers communicated, made a match and sent the coordinates to a teleporter. Harold had not specified the location, the other had selected "Go to" and so the other person was coming to Harold.
Harold went to the teleporter ready to step inside, but when the door opened, out stepped a young boy, who looked up at Harold with curiosity and then slowly smiled. "Hello," he said shyly. "My name is Edward." The boy was eight or nine years of age, with a shock of black hair and shiny blue eyes much like Harold's, as well as the same tone of skin. His body was slim and his young prick was at full-mast, standing less than three inches from his body, Harold smiled when he saw that.
"Hello, Edward, my name is Harold." Harold ushered the boy toward his bedroom, and when they stepped inside, the furniture and walls of the room shifted to his normal choice of scenery for sexual intimacy.
The bed remained as it was, a circle ten feet in diameter and a foot and a half high, and disguised as a small hillock of soft heavy moss. To one side was a view of distant mountains beyond a hillock of low-standing trees, the other side looked out over an ocean serene and calm, the beach before was a narrow stretch of white sand. The colors were soothing pastels of green, blue and white, the mountains were a gentle purple tone. A light wind blew, enough to cool the body but not enough to do anything but stir the hairs of your body.
The boy looked about with admiration. "This is a very nice view!" he exclaimed.
"Thank you," Harold said. "I wrote the program for this scenery when I was eighteen years old." He looked around in pride. "I still like this place very much."
"I like it, too," Edward said shyly. "I'm glad you chose me."
"I picked Roulette," Harold replied, "so you'll have to tell me what form of sex you want, if you have a choice."
"I want to suck you, then have you fuck me," Edward replied. "I didn't pick Roulette," he added.
"And I won the roll," Harold grinned. "All right, Edward, you're in charge. How do you want me?"
"On the bed," Edward said. "Lie down and stretch out. Legs apart, so I can get inside them."
"You're conventional, I see," Harold joked as he complied. He stretched out his long frame and put his hands behind his head to accentuate his body's muscles and bent his knees in their splayed out positions for the same reason.
Edward goggled as he saw the man's cock, hard again (it had deflated after he got off the massage table) and eagerly climbed up onto the bed.
"I really just want to suck you long enough to get you nice and hard, and slick up your cock some, and get you started," Edward babbled as he crawled into position, to lie between Harold's legs. "So I'm just going to...glmph!" His sentence cut off as he engulfed Harold's cock and sank down to nearly halfway down, over four inches deep.
Harold let out a long, low moan, God, this kid was good! Damned good! "Uhhhhhhh, yeah, that's good!" he panted. "Ohhhhhhh, so good!"
Edward milked upward and dove down again, his mouth pouring saliva over Harold's cock as he went, and he began to bob back and forth and Harold's moans increased in speed along with the boy's movements.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, that's good, Oh, oh, oh, good, oh, oh, oh!"
Harold was shivering with his sexual excitement as the boy lifted off the cock and he moaned, "Ohhhhh, why did you stop?"
"Time for the fucking." Edward smiled. "Just hold still, I'll mount you from here."
"Okay, okay, but fucking hurry." Harold gasped. "Damn, I'm hot!"
"That's the idea," Edward informed him as he stood on the bed, it was just firm enough to let him do so without stumbling or shifting. "Now I won't have trouble getting it in me because you got limp while I did it."
"Fat chance of that!" panted Harold.
Edward squatted down slowly and his young puckerhole (it was greased, he must have applied it for himself before he teleported) slipped over his shaft and began to gobble up his cock, he watched as the boy slowly, steadily slid down to the very base of his nine-inch prod.
"Oh, oh, oh, God, that's so good!" he panted. "You are one hot piece of boy ass!"
"I know," Edward said simply. "Now see what you think of how I ride your dick."
He rose up slowly and Harold moaned as the tight asshole tugged at his foreskin, pulling it upwards over his glans and causing delight to flare in Harold's loins, he shuddered.
Edward slid down again and the husky man growled in frustration as the boy's speed was so slow. He wanted to pummel this ass, jab it fast as he could! But no, the boy was in control and knew what he was doing, if he did it slowly, he needed to. Oh, for a moment only, please, God, only for a moment!
Edward rose and fell again and this time was a little faster, Harold cried out as his cock was again wrung by the sphincter as the boy moved, and he again fought the need to seize the boy and flip him over on his back and hammer him hard.
Edward repeated the move again and again and he moved faster and faster and the boy himself moaned and panted as he bounced on the man's throbbing manhood.
Harold was in a torment of agony and need when the boy panted, "Okay, now I want you to take charge, come on and plug me hard, I like it that way."
Harold couldn't have been happier if he had suddenly been surrounded by genies ready to grant his every wish. "You got it, kid," he snarled and reached up, yanked the boy down onto his strong chest (Edward giggled at this) and then he rolled them both over in bed. As he landed on his back, Edward wrapped his legs around Harold's waist and his arms encircled Harold's chest barrel, much like a baby monkey hanging onto its mother's breast while she carries it about.
Harold let his passion seize him and his hips ramped up to high gear as he slammed his body against the boy's soft cushions of ass-cheeks, and the boy only cried out in ecstasy as Harold vented his every exasperation at the hesitation of the earlier performance. Edward hadn't been teasing him, he had been preparing for this assault on his body.
Harold fucked the boy in this pose until he remembered his manners, as it were, the boy had done his part, now it was Harold's turn to make this time memorial. He said to Edward, "Hang on tight," and then he lifted up on his hands and knees and with Edward swinging beneath him, he was able to crawl off the bed and he was standing on his feet as Edward hung from his chest, gripping his back.
He cupped the warm buttocks in his hands and began to lift and drop the boy's body onto his cock and lift him off it again. The tight ass continued to suck at his rod every time he lifted the boy upwards, and the pleasure was so intense he couldn't continue this, he turned and laid the boy on the bed as he knelt down, and now he was on the floor, the boy was on the bed and he was on his knees fucking the boy lustily once more.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Edward gasped out! "Oh, oh, I'm coming, I'm coming!" he moaned.
"Yeah, kid, do it, do it!" Harold urged him. His own orgasm was building in him and the boy's lust was just what he needed to kick it over the edge.
"Oh, oh, OH!" Edward writhed upwards, pushing his body up on his left shoulder so that he was at an angle from the waist up, and he moaned, "AHHHH-HUNNNNNNNNNHHHHH!"
Harold's own climax exploded in his brain, "OH, OH, UH, UH, KUH-UH-UHHHHH, UHHH-HUHHHHHHNNNN!"
His cock blasted jizz at the velocity of a rifle shot, and he sprayed the boy full of his creamy jizz, as he bucked and kicked back and forth at every jet, as if every muscle in his body were needed to spurt the hot love-juice.
"OHHHHHH, OHHHhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh!" Edward wound down as Harold's jizz-squirts stopped.
"UHHHHHH, UHHHhhhh, uhhhhhhh, huh-uh-uhhhhhhh!" Harold finished and he slumped over the boy who pulled his body up to let his face meet Harold's and he kissed the panting lips and then again, this time Harold meeting his lips and kissing him in return.
Harold wearily crawled into the bed as Edward scooted on his back over to give the man room to lie beside him and he landed on the bed next to Edward.
"Jesus, Edward, that was a really hot fuck!" he moaned. "You are one hot kid!"
"I'm glad you liked it." Edward said, paused. "Do you want me to go now?"
"Huh? No, I mean, if you're willing, and can stay a while, that'd be great!" Harold almost babbled. His lovers never wanted to linger, and this boy was offering! "Are you hungry, or anything? Can I do anything?"
Edward laughed easily at Harold's eagerness. "No, I'm fine, just lie here and hold me if you will. I like being with you."
"And I like having you here." Harold agreed and he gripped the boy in his arms. They felt so natural being there. Around him, the scene shifted from daytime to dusk and to night. As the stars winked into light (no moon), he and the boy slept together.
Harold woke up as the "dawn" returned, this was how he had set the room to awaken him and if he didn't stir from light alone, the sun itself would rise from the ocean and shine brighter until he did awaken.
He stirred and as he did, Edward opened his own eyes. "Hi."
"Hey there, sport."
"What time is it?" Edward asked. "I have a class at 0875." The clock he used was a twenty-four hour decimal clock in terms of the minutes, one hundred to the hour instead of sixty, a 21st Century boy would have said 0845.
Harold looked at the midnight and a clock appeared telling the time, 0730. "We have an hour," he told the boy.
"Great! Enough time to have a bath and get breakfast!" Edward said and before Harold took him seriously, he giggled and slid down the bed to again capture Harold's cock in his mouth. The boy didn't linger like he had the day before, he moved in rapid strokes and when Harold moved to indicate he was ready to fuck the boy again, the boy grunted a negative "Uh-uh!" and kept sucking.
Harold just lay and watched the ocean, the scene obliged him by having a school of dolphins swimming close to shore and jumping and playing about in the water. A flock of birds came from the right and flew above the dolphins in artistic loops and whirls, there were so many that it looked like a weird amoeba or length of thick cloth being blown about and whirling and swirling and bending and flexing in the air.
After a time, Edward moved, but he pivoted around with his mouth holding onto Harold's cock while he moved and he straddled Harold's chest, his young prick stiff and bobbing in front of Harold's face.
Oh, so that's how it is, Harold thought and he reached up and seized the boyish dick in his mouth and Edward let out a heartfelt moan of gratitude. Harold began to move his head and he sucked the tiny turgid tube with all the expertise he could give it, his experience with boy's cocks didn't include this but he had fondled many of them and knew their limits, he made small quick moves without trying any sort of deep-throat. He could do that easily, but not in this situation. Better to milk him steadily and save the cock-and-balls gulp-down for another time. If there was one.
He sucked Edward and Edward sucked him and the two of them were in a harmony of growing bliss. The birds chirped and the dolphins sang their atonal but happy melody and Harold's and Edward's liquid sounds of sucking were all the sounds of the morning, and they were one with nature and with life and with love.
Harold felt his climax approaching and he moaned, but as he did, Edward's own groans met him too fast to be in result of his sounds, they were indeed reaching their apex of lust together. He really was in tune with this boy, like they were one heart, one life.
"Mmmmm, mmhhhh, MUH-MUH-MUH, MUH-MMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Edward moaned as he kept sucking on Harold.
"Muh-huh, uh-huh, muh-uh-uh, MUH-MUHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Harold groaned, his larger mouth vocalizing lust easier than the boy's wrapped around his thick tool.
Edward gulped down Harold's load and Harold licked the small amount of slimy fluid that Edward squirted out, remembering well in his own youth how this was for him the barest beginning of adulthood, the liquid would be and remain clear but become stronger and saltier as he grew, and then sperm would begin to appear first as small tadpole shaped globs in the clear liquid and soon would become entirely white and thick.
They rested, sighed, and Harold said, "Now, how about that bath and breakfast for real?"
"Sounds good!" Edward agreed and they shared the bath, Harold telling the shower to operate for two and the water came from spigots on all sides in a direction that soaked them both impartially. It was fun lathering the small body and squatting down to let his own back be scrubbed. The bath would have done that for him, but when two were inside, it assumed (rightly) that the pair preferred to perform those tasks for each other instead.
Breakfast was equally smoothly handled by his house system, the boy ate lustily and Harold found his own appetite better than it had been in some time.
The clock hit 0850 (8:30) and Harold said gently, "You'd better get to your class or whatever."
"A group trip to the Amazon jungle for study," Edward agreed. "It'll be fun."
"Can we see each other again?" Harold blurted out, wishing he could have asked more organically but needing to speak fast.
Edward smiled widely, "Sure! My birth information is 8JBK643. You?"
"Harold 7JBK182." Harold answered in a voice that sounded far away. That appellation was not just random numbers and letters but told things about the owner's birth. "Thank you, Edward. If you want to come back after the trip, I'll tell my house to let you inside."
"I'd like that." Edward agreed and kissed Harold and stepped to the teleporter. Soon, a brief light like a camera flash going off in the near distance sounded and the boy was gone.
Harold sat at his computer station. "Computer compare genetic material for myself and Edward 8JBK643. Is there a familial relation?" It was a little far-fetched but the number and letters represented the genetic source being accessed and the number was merely how many times the genetic source had been contacted. Was Edward and he...related? There were so many genetic sources out there, but the similarity.
"Confirmed, Harold 7JBK182 and 8JBK643 share genetic information. The similarity is a 57% match."
Fifty-seven percent. "Thank you." he said and signed off.
A fifty-seven percent match was that of two brothers! He and Edward were genetic brothers! The batch number ("7" and "8") meant two separate birthings, the same genetic pool, and the number was how many siblings he had in this world. That no longer meant anything but even so...Edward was his brother! An incredible coincidence to have met, people normally never knew their siblings!
He sat marveling at this for a time. If he and Edward were going to live together from now on, he'd need to requisition a larger house!
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