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Kate were doing. As Bobby poised his cock at the entrance of Kate’s body, and nuzzled her lips, asking her to open her mouth for him, open her thighs, allow him entrance, Anderson realized that it was these two words, “making love,” that had prompted his friends to request his presence.
    They wanted him to see what he should aspire to.
    Kate gasped, a pleasure sound, and moaned Bobby’s name as Bobby moved faster. Anderson’s mind both recalled and ignored the dry medical words he’d read about friction stimulating nerve endings and where in Kate’s body the most sensitive nerve endings were located, and what Bobby’s uncircumcised penis was doing as it rubbed against her tender inner walls. He realized that what those words said and what they actually meant were as far apart as… as planets in a solar system to a vessel without a hyperdrive. The touch of two people, skin to skin, was electric—it was the hyperdrive that powered what he was seeing in front of him.
    Kate cried out, lifting her hips, wrapping her legs around Bobby’s bare backside, and Bobby’s expression became frightening. His eyes bulged, he grimaced—he looked frightened, angry, and ferocious, all at once, and Anderson wondered if he looked like that when his climax was upon him. At that moment, Kate let loose a sound. Anderson shuddered again, his spent member giving a pulse that indicated arousal. Even though she was a woman and her breasts and vulva did not attract him, the sound was… raw. It was passionate. It was need and hunger for the contact, for the convulsion of electricity and nerve explosions that was climax, and Anderson’s body throbbed in sympathy for it.
    He needed and hungered too.
    Bobby gave a shout, and his buttocks clenched, and he shivered inside of Kate, and Kate moaned and gave a breathless little shriek before shuddering around him, and then the two of them grew still, after a few twitching pumps from Bobby’s hips in aftershock, and their movement subsided. Bobby laughed a little and nuzzled Kate, and Kate smiled at him shyly, when Kate was never shy, and Anderson, lying sideways in his bed, simply watched them through half-closed eyes.
    He was tired. His body had climaxed many times that morning, and his mind was overloaded with too many ideas to count and to catalogue. He watched as his two friends murmured, and touched, and whispered. He watched as Bobby rolled his spent body off of (and out of) Kate’s and then went to get a cloth to wipe her down.
    When Bobby was done, he pulled a blanket (he’d chosen a deep ochre for his bed, although it was not a favorite color of Anderson’s) up around the two of them, and they snuggled down together on the narrow cot, facing Anderson.
    “Do you know what you want now?” Bobby asked him when he’d checked to see that Kate was drowsing in his arms.
    “Yes,” Anderson said, his voice hoarse. He was unaware until that moment, but at some point, he must have shed tears.
    “Do you want our help to do it?” Bobby offered, almost excitedly, and Anderson wiped his nose with the sleeve of his coveralls and smiled shakily.
    “I don’t think I can do it without you,” he said, and this was the truth.
    As it turned out, he didn’t have to do it at all.

Chapter 3
    Alex Leonard Peter Henry Aaron
     
     
    B OBBY and Kate told him that they would brainstorm with him, but that they should do more research first. The research turned out to be… stimulating.
    As it turned out, the health and hygiene files contained quite a few entertainment files as well—and not all of it was as explicit as what Bobby had discovered that first day.
    “This is dumb,” Bobby snapped one day, pushing his chair back viciously so that the wheeled bottom went skidding all over the floor of the boys’ sleeping quarters.
    “Aren’t you reading one of the novels in the H and H info dump?” Katy looked up from where she lay on her stomach, her chin in her hands and her knees crooked so that