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Boyhood of a Clone
by Bill

Student: Andrew Watson, 3rd Year, U.Cal. - CyberCampus
Course: Sexuality Studies 204 - Explorations in Personal    
     Sexuality
Assignment: "Early influences on personal sexual attitudes"
Uploaded: November 18, 2055
     

Influences of a Gay Commune Upbringing
by Andrew Watson

I have lived my entire life in Lambda Community, an
urban commune in San Francisco.  Just about all of my
attitudes, including those relating to sexuality, are
the product of my communal upbringing. In writing about
early influences on my personal sexuality, therefore, I 
find it almost impossible not to branch off into a variety
of aspects of my childhood environment.

Although general attitudes in United North America have
come a long way from the homophobic prejudice and
repressed sexuality that were evident 50 years ago,
many people in UNA do not have a clear picture of life
in gay communes, and some are especially misinformed
about communes with active cloning programs.  When I
first tell people on the outside about growing up in a
commune, they frequently bring up the "communist"
systems of government that once existed in some
countries, not realizing that the loose network of gay
communes is just a lifestyle thing, in no way political
or macroeconomic.  But even here at UC-Cyber, where most
students and faculty are familiar with the benign
nature of gay communes, there is a feeling - totally
fallacious - that we reject the libertarian social
norms of this country's culture.

Although this assignment is to write about the origins
of my sexual attitudes, I have begun with a description
of various aspects of life in a gay commune, in part to
inform fellow students who read this submission on the
course's bulletin board, but also to show how it relates 
to aspects of sexuality.

My father was one of the early members of Lambda
Community (usually referred to by residents as "LC" or
"the Community"), joining in 2030, soon after he had
earned his master-chef certification. The Community was
recruiting for a prospective resident capable of
supervising its gourmet-level food service, and Dad was
very enthusiastic about the concept of communal living.

The Community had acquired 12 floors of a late-20th
century high-rise in downtown San Francisco, built at a
time when the vast majority of workers commuted daily
to a central employment location.  Our building used to
be called the TransAmerica Pyramid, but the company
name was dropped when it was turned into residential
space and artists' lofts.  These days we're finally
using all of our space in the Pyramid, now that the
Community has grown to 93 men age 16 and over and 141
boys under 16.

The founding members of LC followed theories originally
propounded by Gay Studies scholars at the University of
Amsterdam, who suggested that gay men needed to band
together in new and larger family structures in order
to create a stable environment for their cloned offspring.
[Editor's note: All footnotes deleted.] Then as now, gay 
couples who mimicked the traditional nuclear hetero family 
were the norm for gay parenthood in UNA society. And while 
gay couples sometimes succeeded in maintaining long-term
relationships, more often they split apart... to the
psychological detriment of the offspring.  Studies have shown
that the natural male biological imperative to seek a wide
diversity of sexual partners tends to strain gay marriages even
more than it does hetero unions.

Although human cloning has been around for almost 50 years,
it was only with the development of in-vitro gestation in
2022 that simultaneous birthing of "copies" became feasible.
Communal child-rearing practices made it practicable for LC
residents to birth their legal maximum of three clone-sons all
at once.

The plan worked out by the Community's founders has
been in practice for 24 years now. Each year, beginning
in 2029, the Community has birthed a new team - always
nine sons from three fathers, gestated at the San
Francisco Institute for Human Cloning, and born on
December 31. While people on the outside are celebrating 
New Year's Eve, we celebrate Birth Day. It combines (and 
totally eclipses) both Christmas and New Year's for us.

Men are selected by a lottery system to determine when
they can become fathers. (I haven't put my name in yet;
maybe in a few years.) There is a mathematical weighing
factor to give better odds of selection the longer a
man has been on the waiting list.

My team was the fifth group born into the team system,
on December 31, 2033. Like most residents of LC (and
most people in the province of California), we have a
broad ethnic mix. Me and my clone-brothers, Brandon and
Chris, are of English and Vietnamese ancestries. Luke,
Mikey, and Ned are a Japanese-Hawaiian-Portuguese mix.
And Vic, Will, and Zak look like classic Northern
European types but have some Native American blood too.

Each team in LC gets a team name at birth. The first
team was named Alpha; we're the Eagle team. The three
dads get together and pick it. It's just one element of
building strong group identity, where the six team
members who are not your genetic brothers are
essentially your fraternal twins... your team-brothers.
The Community encourages friendly rivalry with other
teams, with group rewards being given... things like
the "team of the week" getting extra dessert all week
at dinner. And discipline is usually peer-enforced
because  punishment for kids is almost always applied
to the entire team, with age-appropriate penalties
like no recreational Internet privileges for a period
of time.  Even after a team officially "graduates" at
age 16, and members move to different living
situations, the bonds among team members - both
clone-brothers and team-brothers - usually remains
quite strong (often enduring in adult partnerships).

The teams are classified into three age groups, and
moving up to the next group each time is a pretty big
deal. The age groups are: birth through age 5... 6
through 10... and 11 through 15. When a boy turns 16,
he's a full adult in the Community, just as he is under
UNA law.

Some people criticize LC (and similar communes) for
keeping it's sons isolated from the outside world. I
would agree that there are elements of the system that
kept us rather insular. For example, schooling is
totally in-Community until age 16. And younger boys can
spend weeks at a time without going outside the
Pyramid. (And I suppose our use of the terms
"outsiders" and "the outside" to refer to the rest of
society is evidence of a certain separateness.) But
there are plenty of field trips around the city and
into the countryside, and older boys get out as often
as they like.  There's little that definitively sets us
apart from other kids in UNA, except perhaps for the
loyalty that we feel to the Community and to our team.

The Community has always been sexuality-friendly,
more so in many ways than UNA society as a whole. The
long-standing tradition of libertarian sexuality in
this country is typically attributed to the convergence
of three factors in the twenty-teens: the elimination
of sexually transmitted diseases, the precipitous
decline in the influence of organized  religions, and
the global prosperity brought about by the development
of fusion power. But for the Community, cloning and
team-based child-rearing have been an extra nudge
toward complete sexual freedom.

As common as it is for the average person in UNA to
enjoy a variety of sexual partners on a recreational
level, the prevailing attitude still seems to idealize
the permanent two-adult "nuclear" family unit for raising
children.  Because cloning and the communal environment have
completely separated procreation and child-rearing from one's
choice of living companions and sex partners, men are free to
change partnerships almost at will without concerns about the
effect on their sons. The stable population within LC (members
practically never leave the Community) has meant that all the
people who influence a boy's life remain in place regardless of
his father's shifting romantic affiliations.

In the Pyramid, living space can be easily reconfigured
to respond to changes in the size of partnerships among
residents.  Most men live in partnerships of between two
and ten members. (My current partnership has six, with
a pretty good age spread.) Some men, however, like the
privacy of their own personal space and opt for
single-resident quarters in the building. Of course they
can have bed-mates for a one-night-stand or an extended
fling. Or they can visit the men's dorm if they want to
participate in the anything-goes group action. The
permanent residents of the men's dorm - 26 men as I
write this - are mostly younger residents, but there
are always several older guys who live there too. And
nearly everyone else sleeps over every once in a while
to participate in the action in the dorm's orgy-space
or to party in the adjacent dance club. (Kids under 16
aren't allowed anywhere in the men's dorm, much less
the orgy-space.)

Sexuality for boys in LC is a bit more limited than on
the outside, allowing exploration within their age
group but prohibiting interaction with older boys. Here
are the Community's rules for boyhood sexual interaction:
until age 11, you can only have sex-play with members of 
your own team; from 11 through 15, no more than a 2-year age
difference, but not with a man.  So an 11-year-old, for example,
can play with an 11, 12, or 13-year old.  A 15-year-old can have
sex with boys as young as 13, but nobody older than his 15-year-
old brothers.

When a team graduates to manhood on their 16th birthday, they 
all start out in the men's dorm. Their first year as adults
involves a greatly increased workload of community service, and
of course a greatly increased agenda of sex. (My observation is
that guys around age 16 are the horniest creatures in the animal
kingdom, so the men's dorm is the perfect place!) At age 17, a
lot of us start university studies, but others go straight into
vocational apprenticeships or mentorships, just like on
the outside.

There is a tradition that, on Birth Day, the team that
has just turned 16 invades the men's dorm (their first
time in), instructs the computer in the dance club to
wake everyone up with high energy music, and instigates
an extended orgy - with themselves at the center of
attention. For the rest of the day and going well into
New Year's morning, there are nine 16-year-old prima
donna sluts in the orgy-space who are getting hit on at
some point by nearly every adult in the Community. My
memory of the day my team turned 16 is pretty clouded.
With all the different rec-drugs that went along with
the orgy, it wasn't surprising that I woke up late the
next day with absolutely no idea how many men had had
their cocks in my mouth or my ass. All I know is that I
kept getting sly compliments from dozens of residents
about how much they had enjoyed being with me at the
Birth Day celebration.

I often get asked whether guys in LC experiment with
heterosexuality. The answer is "rarely", and even then
it's usually a one-time lark or a short fling. There
are well-regarded studies showing that over 95% of
clones of gay men self-identify as gay at age 18. And
for guys like us who have lived all our lives in a
totally gay-oriented situation, going with our
biological attraction to other males is almost
unquestioned.  I've only had physical sex with a woman
one time (I don't count the virtual reality Internet
rooms I checked out as a kid). I was 17 and a
first-year student at the university, and she and I
were working jointly on a project. I invited her to the
Community as an overnight guest. It was interesting,
but also kind of... unnatural. I decided it just didn't
appeal to me.  Anyhow, there's a firm rule that
outsiders are not allowed to spend more than two
consecutive nights sleeping at the Community, and women
have to use one of the guest single-spaces for sex and
sleeping... never in a partnership's living space, and
certainly not in the men's dorm.

I suppose I should get on to the specifics of my
prepubescent boyhood. I don't remember being a
baby, of course. I really don't remember much of
anything while I was in the Nursery Group (ages birth
through 5). But at the beginning of January every year,
a new team of newborns comes along, and I sometimes
sign up to supervise a team in Nursery. Rough-housing
with a team of 4 or 5-year-olds is a lot of fun - like
playing with a litter of big puppies! I've observed a
number of teams at this age, and behavior seems pretty
consistent from team to team. They all seem to have
secret "team-speak" words and phrases, which they never
explain to supervisors. Clone-brothers seem to have
moderately better ESP between them than exists between
team-brothers (at least that was true on my team).
While I could always tell each of my eight brothers
apart instantly, it's very useful for supervisors in
identifying members of a team that every boy has his
first name printed on his shirts and his underpants. A
team gets a demerit if boys trade clothing.... not that
that stopped us!

The three dads usually play a major role in team
supervision. The LC rules require each dad to have an
8-hour "on-call" shift every day for the first 10
years, although men can trade shifts or otherwise
bargain with others for coverage. Giving a good blow
job to the guy who covers your shift is considered a
standard measure of compensation, and afterward you're
still pretty much obligated to cover his shift if he
asks... but then, you get the blow job!

Some of the dads are really into child-rearing (my dad
was) but there's no way that one guy could take care of
nine babies or toddlers at a time, even if he wanted
to.  Every adult LC resident has to put in 20 hours a
week of community service (young adults who don't yet
contribute financially have to put in more hours) and
guys who enjoy being with kids can sign up to spend
service hours supervising a team or being assistant
teachers. Since diaper-changing and feeding aren't all
that popular, the Community long ago decided to hire
outsiders - women, pretty much - to do a lot of the
child care for the Nursery Group. None of them lives in
LC, though; they just work their shift and go home.

When I was a kid, my Dad always spent a good amount of
individual time with me and my clone-brothers. He
wasn't a feminine "mom" type like a few of the men in
the Community, but just a very loving and involved dad.
Always providing a comfortable lap to snuggle in,
always ready with a hug and kiss, and always available
for non-patronizing conversation. When we were old
enough, he let us help out in the kitchen - either
individually, two of us, or all three - while he 
supervised meal preparation.

I can't remember when we started having sex-play with
each other.  From observing other teams at age 3 or so,
there's a little bit of checking each other's dicks as
soon as they're out of diapers... especially in the
bathroom when boys are so proud of taking a pee
standing up. But sex-play at a young age seems to be
pretty minimal, in part because in Nursery Group kids
take individual baths instead of group showers, and
they sleep in those one-piece fuzzy pajamas (with the
feet!) in cribs set apart from each other by partitions.

There's a big transition for kids when they hit 6.
On Birth Day, there is always a big celebration
throughout the Community where gifts are exchanged.
Everyone helps prepare buffet feasts that are eaten all
through the day, and each team puts on a show of skits
and songs for the whole Community. And on the Birth Day
that we turned 6, we were moved out of our nursery dorm
to make room for the next team of newborns and moved to
another floor of the building where the Primary Group
(the age 6 - 10 teams) has their dorms.  Instead of the
enveloping fuzzy pajamas of our younger years, we were
told to sleep in just our briefs... or nude if we
wanted.  Very quickly we got the word from older boys
that nude sleeping was the only acceptable way. And
instead of our familiar cribs, we now slept in sleep-
sacks on mattresses that could be arranged any way we
liked. (The mattresses in the dorms mount on the walls
in the daytime, so the kids can literally bounce off
the walls.) We always liked sleeping with all the
mattresses pushed together and I guess we started
really playing with each others' dicks during those
first exciting weeks of sleeping in a heap of naked
little-boy bodies.

I've supervised teams in the Primary Group during their
evening playtime, and unselfconscious sex-play is
definitely a favorite activity. The lack of pubescent
hormones in the younger years keeps things on a very
casual and fun basis, however. The group play can go
from tickling to sex to wrestling to snuggling and back
to sex, almost at random. There are no limitations on
sex-play among team members in their dorm, other than
"no bullying", and they usually neither notice or care
if an adult is observing their fun. Adult supervision
at night is generally by video monitor, unless the
supervisor needs to go into the team dorm to break up a
fight or take care of some other problem. I guess it's
kind of voyeuristic for a dad or supervisor to watch
the sex-play - in person or on a monitor - but privacy
has never been a big issue at LC.

Moving up to Primary Group also meant spending a lot
more time at the 6th Floor Park with older kids. When
the Community renovated the Pyramid before moving in,
they removed the floors on the 7th and 8th levels,
brought in tons of soil, and planted trees and grass.
The result is a park with 60 feet of clearance to the
ceiling, and 25,000 square feet of wide open space
(except for the elevators in the middle). Enough for a
half-size soccer field and a lot of play area.  We
would go there during the daily athletic period and
hang out there a lot during free time when we weren't
in school classes or doing chores or individual academic 
work on the computers.

At the Park, there are sun lamps in the ceiling and the
daytime and early evening temperature is always 72
degree F, with a nice gentle breeze. Rather than change
into athletic clothes, everyone just strips down to
their briefs when they're playing. Each team wears a
different color of underpants - the same color as the
shirts each of team wears every day until graduation.
The Eagles had black tee shirts or polo shirts and
black briefs, usually worn with khaki pants or shorts.
I liked the look. Most outsiders think it's rather
regimented for the whole team to dress the same every
day, but it just felt right... and I still wear a black
shirt (and black briefs!) almost every day.

In our first few days after moving up to the Primary
Group, my team was pretty shy amid all the shouting and
rough-housing of the Park. During athletic period, the
supervising adults usually had the older four teams
pair off for soccer games or practice while we played
on the climbing equipment and in the elevated
playhouse. A lot of us just watched the games, envious
of the skills of the older boys, and admiring their
growing bodies dressed only in tight briefs and
sneakers. I especially remember the moment on one of
those early days when the Alpha Team - exercising their
status as the oldest boys in the group - started
shouting that it was time for wrestling matches, and
the supervisors rolled out a big wrestling mat from a
hidden storage compartment.

"Can we wrestle Greek-style?" pleaded the 10-year-olds.
Their supervisor said "Sure!" as he instructed the
computer to prepare random match-ups of the team
members, with the tournament brackets displayed on a
big wall monitor. We quickly learned that "Greek-style"
was nude wrestling - just like they did in ancient
times. As two boys removed their shoes and peeled down
their white briefs for the first match, the rest of us
kids gathered around to watch.

This was the first time I remember seeing an erect
penis (though I probably had before), when two of the
10-year-old boys got excited from the skin-to-skin
contact during their matches. The wrestling matches
often ending with one boy on his back and the winner
sprawled on top of him... crotch-to-crotch... holding
the loser's wrists to the ground.  Because puberty
usually hits at age 11, the 10-year-old Alphas had more 
developed genitals than the younger kids in Primary Group.

The other Alphas started stripping nude even before
their matches came up, and I stared with wide eyes as
they began playing with each other's stiff dicks (at
least until one of the supervisors told them to "save
it for the dorm").  This was the beginning of our
education in boyhood sexuality, and the cues we picked
up from older boys were almost always reflected in our
own night-time dorm play... like the nude wrestling we
6-year-olds did on our pushed-together mattresses that
very night.

I remember another time that year when two of the
Alphas - one of them an athletic dark-skinned boy whom
I had admired from a distance, the other a team-mate of
Asian ancestry - got into some kind of bet during
athletic period, with the wager being a blow job. What
made this especially interesting, and added to the
excitement of the fast-spreading whispered buzz ("hey
guys! Jamal's gonna get his dick sucked!"), was that
the dark-skinned winner and his two clone-brothers had
the biggest dicks in the entire Primary Group.  They
were bigger soft than the other kids were when their
cocks were stiff!

The adult supervisors usually stop overt public sex,
with the familiar instruction "that kind of play
belongs back in the dorm" and the threat of a demerit
for the offenders' team if the instruction is
disregarded. But this time the supervisors (some of
them teenage men) just grinned and watched, along with
all the kids. The loser of the bet got on his knees and
pulled down his team-brother's white briefs, which had
the word "Jamal" printed on the butt, and exposed a 4-
inch soft dick that pumped up to a full 6 inches of
impressive erection only seconds after being touched.
The kneeling boy looked up at his team-brother and
grinned as he fondled the hairless ballsack in one hand
and the impressive boy-tool in his other hand, pulling
the foreskin down to fully expose the slightly-flared
purple-black cock-head.  Then he brought his lips down 
and let the victor's elegant adult-length boner slide
slowly into his mouth.

As the Asian boy expertly sucked the black boy with
long, smooth strokes of his lips and tongue, the whole
gang of 43 other little kids (and five supervisors)
looked on admiringly... many of the kids rubbing the
tented fronts of their variously-colored briefs, and
some pulled down the waistbands of their underpants to
diddle their boyish stiffies with little fingers.  As
the dark-skinned lad began to pump his hips into his
team-brother's face, some of the other boys were
shouting encouragement.  My team of 5-year-olds didn't
know WHAT to think, never having even hear of a blow
job until then.  We just looked on in wonder, standing
on tip-toes to see around the older kids in front.

I guess the climax shouldn't have been a total surprise
to us 6-year-olds.  After all, the other members of the
Alpha team were telling everyone within ear-shot "Wait
til you see this!", "You won't believe this part!",
"Come on, Sammy, make that white stuff come out of his
dick!" The Asian boy let the straining  boy-cock pop
out of his mouth and jacked it the rest of the way with
his hand. The black boy scrunched his face and moaned
with lust as a few globs of translucent cum spit from
his boner onto the grass, urged out by the up-and-down
motion of the other boy's hand.

"WOW!!!" was the universal response from the onlookers.
The older kids in the group had a much better idea of
what they were seeing than my team did, and as the
sturdy dark-skinned kid pulled up his briefs, he received
high-fives, pats on the back, and  glowing words of 
admiration - especially from the 9-year-olds.

The cute Asian kid, who had so effectively demonstrated 
his team-brother's early arrival into pubescence, got a
fair share of the admiration too.  The rest of the 10-
year-old Alphas glowed with vicarious pride, undoubtedly 
having intimately viewed nearly every previous spurting 
cum by their brother... and no doubt those of his two
clone-brothers as well.

Although my brothers and I were basically ignored by
the older Primary Group boys, we had a good deal of
interaction with the 7-year-old Spartans and 8-year-old
Panthers. Word-of-mouth information about boyhood
sexuality filtered down to us, and became a continuing
part of our dorm-play in the evenings and mornings.
Since we were now taking groups showers in our team
dorm, this was a favorite place to rub our wet, soapy
bodies against each other... to press two little-boy
boners together... or hump against a team-mate's soft
slippery butt.  And lying on our floor mattresses at
night, not yet ready to slip our naked bodies into a
sleep-sack, touching each other... exploring...
sucking each other as we had seen the big boys do on a
couple of occasions.  Lots of times we joined two or
more sleep-sacks together by their velcro side-seams
and we hugged and fondled each other into the night.

By the time the Eagle Team got to be 10 years old and
the top-of-the-heap in the Primary Group, we were
thoroughly versed in how to bring each other to dry
orgasms. (None of us could cum yet, but some of us were
getting close.) We were adept at using our fingers and
lips and tongues to best effect, on the most sensitive
parts of a brother's body, to produce the best pleasure
result.  And since we were as close to each other as
young boys could possibly be, we developed a game that
became our favorite... a 9-boy daisy chain, each boy
sucking another and sometimes sliding a finger into the
brother's virgin ass.  Since we had countless
opportunities (and lots of motivation) to practice our
skill, we got VERY good at it.  We enjoyed showing our
group-suck technique off to adult supervisors, and we
basked in the praise given for our resourcefulness.

There was never anything I would describe as romantic
love among the team-mates at this age, but we were
united in our intensely devoted brotherhood and always
eager to make each other feel good. (Even today, when
we play in the men's soccer league - still together as
the Eagles team - we almost always have sexual fun in
the shower afterwards.)

You'll remember I mentioned that Community rules
prohibit sex with anyone except same-age boys up
through age 10. Well, it was a rule that sometimes got
violated. With 45 boys playing in the park during
athletics or during recess breaks in our academic
studies, it was not unheard of for boys of different
teams to duck behind the elevators, out of sight of the
supervising adults, to pull down our underpants and
play with each other's dicks.  The urge for sexual
variety was evident even among this 6 - 10 age group,
but if discovered by a supervisor it was always halted
and sometimes punished with demerits for both teams.

I never heard of a Secondary Group kid messing with a
boy in the Primary Group, though it probably happens.
The fact is that the different age groups have very
little direct contact with each other. But there were
adults who sometimes play with boys. It's fairly rare,
but certainly not unheard of, to see a guy cited for
"inappropriate interaction with child" in the monthly
newsletter, and the embarrassment factor from the
notoriety usually keeps those impulses under control.

Even my Dad, who is a stickler for Community rules, let
his hands wander a few times... not that I minded! One
time when I was about 9, I had gone directly from the
Park to the kitchen to tell him about a game we had
just won, and I was just in my briefs and shoes. I was
sitting sideways in his lap, talking and snuggling
while his hand caressed my thigh. When his fingers
lingered on my inner thigh near the elastic leg-band of
my underpants, I got a really good feeling.  As many
times as I had played sexually with my brothers, I had
never done it with Dad.

When my little penis quickly rose to a 3" erection I
pulled his hand to the front of my briefs and said
something like "Would you play with my stiffy? Please,
Daddy?" His lips kissed my neck as he massaged my
boyish boner through the soft material. I was loving it
and quickly wiggled out of my underpants, now sitting
naked on Dad's lap.  As he gently fondled my erection
his breath warmed my neck and I hugged him tightly. But
he stopped after only a minute or so - well before I
could orgasm - and  said "get on back to the dorm Andy;
time for me to get to work on dinner."  His face was
flushed, but he had a warm, loving expression on his face
as I pulled on my underpants and ran to the dorm.  I
immediately talked to my clone-brothers about it, and
they were really jealous, because Dad had never played
with their dicks. Over the next few days, all three of
us played a game of trying to get Dad to fondle us,
then coming back to the dorm to whisper about how we
had done. But then he sat all three of us down, telling
us that he was wrong to do sex-play with us.  And he
scolded us mildly for acting so sexy toward him, ruffed
our hair with his hand, and gave us light swats on our
butts as we ran off to play.

And after I hit puberty, Dad and I watched each other
jack off in the showers a few times after working out
in the Community gym. We looked so much alike when we
were naked, and our jack-off techniques were
practically identical too! Since graduation, we've had
real sex once, but we decided we weren't really into
it. He said it made him feel a little weird, and that
made it feel strange for me too. I remember long
discussions with my brothers in our early teen years
about how whether our dads were really just another
clone-brother, like the different-age clone sets that
are common on the outside. But we always ended up with
the acknowledgment that psychologically (and legally,
of course) Dad was definitely my father and not my
brother.

When we turned 11, on Birth Day in the year 2043, we
again moved to a different area of the building - this
one containing the dorms for teams in the Secondary
Group (the 11 - 15 age range). We were now officially
"big kids", with an assortment of new privileges. We
gained access to virtual reality Internet, had
opportunities to engage in sports competitions on the
outside, and - especially - we now had sleep-overs with
other teams.  Being 11, we were allowed to have sex
with boys in the two next older teams - the 12-year-old
Spartans and the 13-year-old Panthers, and the
Community facilitated this activity by scheduling
sleep-overs with those teams. The Panthers, of course,
had the busiest social calendars since they also had
sleep-overs with the 14-year-old Samurai and the 15-
year-old Alphas.

A lot of one-on-one romantic relationships between boys
on different teams are spawned by sleep-overs. Some of
this is just curiosity and fun, but other times it's
based on deeply felt crushes.  For me, these different-
age crushes were very different from the feelings I had
for my brothers (although true romantic feelings
eventually emerged among some of my brothers in the
years after graduation).

Shortly before a sleep-over, each member of the team is
matched with a member of the other team, based in part
on preferences submitted by the older team members, but
with the selection ultimately made by the computer.
Four of the couples stay in the younger team's dorm,
five in the older team's. If the two guys who are
matched up want to, they can go off together in private
before sleeping-time, but usually there is just a lot
of casual "fun" group sexual activity.  The older boys
are almost always leading the way... showing the
younger boys new things... playing the dominant role in
sexual interaction.

As soon as we had moved up to Secondary Group after
Birth Day, my brothers and I had started chattering
about which older boys we thought were the most
desirable.  Little did we know that the two next older
teams were talking about which of us new arrivals they
would seduce, as if romantic attachment were just a
game (which of course it was at that age, since we did
the same thing ourselves as we moved up).

My first crush developed not long after I turned 11.
The boy - his name was Roger - was two years older
than me. Roger and I were matched up together when the
Panthers had their first sleep-over with my team. We
hadn't seen much of the Panthers in the two years since
they moved up to the Secondary Group, but I had
remembered Roger and his clone-brothers pretty well
from when they were in the Primary Group - they were
very handsome and athletic and were surprisingly
considerate of younger kids back when they were 10 years
old.  Now Roger was a strapping youth of 13. Standing
5'6" to my 4'11". Solid build and broad shoulders
contrasting with my skinny pre-pubescence.

Sleep-overs usually started with the different-age
couple talking for a while and getting to know each
other.  When I got to the Panthers' dorm, I felt an
immediate sense of excitement when Roger smiled warmly
at me and took me by the hand to show me his team's
collections of "stuff".  As we talked, still holding
hands, I told him I remembered him from Primary Group.
He said that he remembered me too and had always
thought I was cute.  I blushed and felt a peculiar
tightness in my chest. When he asked if I wanted to go
someplace for privacy, I instantly agreed.

I had never really been alone with a boy who wasn't
my brother, and my excitement grew when Roger gave me a
quick kiss and squeezed my hand, then led me to a
storage room just down the hall. At first, we just
talked about what it was like being in the Secondary
Group as we sat side-by-side on a low stack of
sleeping pads. He had his arm draped lightly over my
shoulder, and our legs were pressed together. I had so
many questions, and he answered them patiently. But
then he steered the conversation to sex-play... asking
what my team enjoyed doing together, and what kinds of
discussions my team had about older boys and sleep-
overs. He told me how nervous and excited he had felt
on his first sleep-over two years previously and
assured me that it was one of the best things about
turning 11.  As we talked about the fun of boy-sex, his
hand slid up the inside of my thigh, past the hem of my
loose khaki shorts, up to my underpants, as the arm
around my shoulder hugged me more firmly.

"I like you a lot, Andy," he murmured close to my ear,
as his fingertips slipped further into my briefs and
touched my stiffening cock. "I think we'll get to be
good friends... and I know we'll have a lot of fun
together tonight." My senses were tingling under the
insistent stroking of his fingers and his hot breath in
my ear. Then his hand slipped out of my pants leg, and
he stood up, pulling me up too... into his embrace.  As
he drew our bodies together, I looked up into his
handsome face. He leaned down and his lips glanced
against mine, then pressed more firmly. The tip of his
tongue peeked out from his parted lips and found mine
peeking out too. He gently pulled my polo shirt up over
my head, then peeled off his own tee shirt. Our bare
chests rubbed together - mine that of a skinny 11-year-
old; his starting to develop a handsome musculature,
his abs becoming defined from gym workouts.

As we began kissing again, I knew that my feelings were
different from anything I had felt while kissing a
brother or my father. His hands caressed my back, and
my entire body felt hot, my breath ragged, and I was
lost in my exploration of every minute bump on the
surface of Roger's tongue.  Roger's hands came between
our bodies and he unbuttoned my pants... and then his
own, lowering both zippers. His lips moved from my
mouth to my ear. "Let's get naked," he whispered, and
his tongue flicked against my ear lobe, sending chills
through me. Even as he was saying the words, his hands
were sliding under the waistband of my briefs, and both
pants and underpants were being slid down my thighs.

I excitedly pulled his slacks and briefs down too, and
we both stepped out of the last of our clothes. As his
body pressed against mine there in the dimly-lit
storage room, I felt the heat of his adolescent
erection pressing urgently against my belly as we
kissed once more.  Then his hand came down to fondle my
rigid 4" boner and smooth ball-sack, and my hand
reached for his. He had a throbbing 6" cock with a
small patch of curly hairs at the base.  His balls hung
down in a cradle of satin skin. Roger was far more
mature than any boy I had ever been with, and the
effect was intoxicating.

"Oh Andy... I want you so much... Oh God; you're so
sexy, baby."  This kind of talk was foreign to me, even
with my years of sexuality in the team dorm, and it
sent me reeling with my first feelings of true lust.

"Suck me, baby."

Yes!! My mouth watered for his cock. This wasn't dorm-
play; this was the real thing. I sank to my knees and
nuzzled my face against his impressive cock and his
dangling balls. I inhaled his musky scent as my
fingertips stroked the hot, smooth cock-flesh. Taking a
cock in my mouth was as natural to me as eating food,
but my entire previous experience had been with my
eight pre-pubescent brothers on the team. The taste of
his cock was different... stronger, and the size filled
my mouth. I was a big-kid now... having big-kid sex
with a strong sexy, older boy, and I was exhilarated.

As my tongue and wet lips toyed with Roger's foreskin
and cock-head, he put his hands on my head and drew me
closer.

"Oh yeah! Suck it, lover.  Suck me good!"

Mmmm... that did it. Lover! That fed my puppy-love
(puppy-lust?), and drove me to prove myself worthy of
this older boy's "love".  I attacked his shaft with my
mouth, taking his cock deeper than I had ever sucked
one before, fighting the discomfort to take him all the
way into my throat.  My lips pressed against the wisps
of hair at the base of his erection as his fingers
stroked my hair and neck and shoulders. My mouth rose
up again, my lips and tongue making twisting swirls
around the flared ridge of his cock-head as I pulled the
skin of his erection taut with my hand. Roger's moans of
lust inspired me even more, as I rode his adolescent
boner with my mouth, anxious to taste cum for the first
time.

Roger was obviously aiming for a quick cum. (It sure
wouldn't be his last of the evening!) His hips thrust
against my face. His hands gripped the sides of my
head. The urgency of his moans was accompanied by a
tenseness, then a trembling, in his legs... something I
was well-familiar with from my own countless dry
orgasms, and those of my brothers. I redoubled my oral
attentions and squeezed gently on his tightening
ball-sack. Although I knew all about cum (we certainly
weren't naive about sexuality!) I was still surprised
when the first blast hit the roof of my mouth. It was
followed quickly by several more spurts, and I
swallowed rapidly in self-defense.

Wow! I had made a big kid cum... for real... with my
mouth! Roger's words of pleasure and appreciation
filled my ears and my mind.

He pulled me to my feet and kissed me more passionately
that I had ever been kissed.  His tongue plunged into my
mouth, perhaps seeking out the male-juice he had just
shot into it, and I sucked his tongue as I had sucked
his cock.  Then he eased me down on the stack of
mattresses with my legs dangling over the side and
knelt between my knees. I craned my neck up and looked
down at his face. His smile and glimmering eyes made me
feel alive with hero worship and desire.  As his mouth
came down on my boyish erection, my body tensed with
an electric jolt of lust.  His warm lips moved down the
shaft, and I brought my fingers to his wavy dark
hair... not pulling his head, just touching and
caressing him. After sucking my cock for a few minutes
with exquisite technique, he lapped and sucked at my
balls (which had been growing larger and more sensitive
in recent months).

Then his tongue snaked its way lower. He lifted my legs
and pushed them back, exposing my puckered ass hole to
his attentions. His tongue made a long, luscious pass
at my clenched anus, and I grabbed my legs, pulling
them back even more. Roger spread my ass cheeks with
his hands and proceeded to drill his tongue into the
ring of muscle.  This was a first for me.  My brothers
and I had done finger-play, but never thought to use
our tongues this way.

When Roger's head finally pulled away, I looked down at
him again and the crooked, knowing smile on his lips
made my mind melt into a puddle of goofy romantic love.
He reached over to his pants on the floor and pulled a
small bottle out of the pocket. "Lube," he said, and
dribbled some on my erection and some on my puckered
hole, then some more in his right hand and two fingers
of his left.

As Roger's slippery hand enveloped my tingling
boner, a lube-slick finger slid against the opening of
my anus.  His right hand was moving up and down on my
cock, varying pressure and speed, sometimes twirling
around my exposed cockhead, as his left index finger
cork-screwed into my tight hole.  As his masturbating
strokes became more intense, the finger withdrew and
was replaced by two fingers, slowly penetrating me. My
head was spinning with the overload of sensation as I
pulled back my knees to my shoulders. There was no
pain... only intense electric pleasure.

Roger's churning right hand was working my cock
expertly when suddenly my body went into overdrive. His
probing fingers has found that special place inside my
virgin ass that my brothers and I had never discovered
in our sex-play, and it was like my sexual nervous
system was spazzing out.  Roger's masturbation talents
and his gentle manipulation inside my rectum sent me to a
place I had never been before, my penis feeling very
strange but very wonderful.  In seconds, I was over the
edge into a level of orgasm unlike anything I had
experienced.  My breathing stopped for a long moment,
and then... oh, God!... I felt a splattering of
fluid on my skinny chest.  It was... YES! It was cum!
Roger's manual talents had brought me to my first cum,
and my whole being shuddered with delight.

Roger lay down beside me, wiping off his hands and my
body with his teeshirt, and we snuggled and kissed for
a few glorious minutes.

"Good one, huh?" he said at last. I nodded dumbly
through the lifting fog of my pleasure.

"Time to go back to the dorm room; ok?" he said. "Don't
want to miss out on the group-fun." As he looked into
my eyes, his hand stroked my smooth ass cheek, and he
added: "I'm gonna fuck you tonight... is that ok, baby?"

I smiled, knowing from the rumor mill that this was a
tradition of the first Secondary Group sleep-over.

"Me and my brothers never really did fucking for real,"
I answered; "but I want you to...." The words caught in
my throat for a moment, "... to make love to me," I
finally said shyly.  He gave me that incredible warm
smile again and then kissed me tenderly as he pulled my
body to his.

"I'll make love to you really good," he whispered.
"I'll be the best lover you've ever had."

My first boyhood crush was carved in stone at that
moment... a romance that would last 2 whole months (an
eternity for such things!).

We didn't even bother dressing as we carried our
clothes a short way down the hall to the door of the
Panther's dorm.  As we entered, four pairs of naked boys
had already started their energetic fun.

[End of Part 1]
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