Date: Tue, 5 Mar 2019 12:14:08 -0600
From: Apollo Starbinder <apollostarbinder@gmail.com>
Subject: Olympia: Planet of Men 3

Chapter Three | Exploration

I woke up from my nap feelings fantastic. Though, there was a bit of a
tingling sensation and warmth around the tip of my dick. It felt pleasant
so I hardly paid any attention to it.

I laid in bed for a bit, contemplating everything that had happened to me
so far. I couldn't believe I was on a ship full of hot naked men, hurtling
through space at incomprehensible speeds. I looked out the massive window
to the dazzling display of multicolor light rippling across.

My thoughts drifted to how I could pass time. I didn't really know anyone,
and I was nervous about confronting Derek. I thought about maybe going to
the library, or checking out the sims. It hit me that I'd have no idea how
to use them, but of course there was Athenus.

"Hey Athenus?"

"Hey Damon!", he replied almost instantly.

"If I went down to the sims would you be able to assist me there? I have no
idea how they work."

"Of course! You can access my services just about everywhere on the
ship. I'd be glad to help!"

"Cool, thanks! I'm gonna head down there."

"Excellent, see you there!", he finished and went silent.

Talking to a computer like this was a little unnerving to me still but as a
sci-fi fan I really got a kick out of it. I made my way out the door of my
room. It felt a little odd walking out of a private space without putting
on clothes but it was something I knew I had to get used to.

I made my way down the two flights of spiral stairs to the massive inner
circle, then down a corridor past the pub that housed some of the sims. The
doors to each room had an occupancy status light. Quite a few were already
taken so I kept walking until I found one with a vacancy and walked up to
it.

The door slid open and inside was a completely empty large chamber with a
high ceiling. The walls and floor were clad in a white and gray pearlescent
material. The way it reflected the lights from above was a bit unnatural
but considering its purpose it wasn't surprising.

"Ok Athenus, I made it... what now?", I stepped inside as I addressed the
AI. It slid closed as I stepped past the threshold.

After the door closed a figure materialized about eight feet from me. It
was, of course, a very attractive nearly naked man. He was wearing a white
silk sash across his hips, brown leather sandals, and a golden laurel
wreath on his short brown hair.

"Welcome!", Athenus greeted me.

"The sim chambers are very simple to operate. We have a vast library of
simulations to tempt you. They vary from combat simulations, fantastic
games, to more amorous activities.", he finished his statement with an
exaggerated wink. He took a few steps toward me before continuing.

"If you're interested, you can browse the library by simply saying
`library' out loud.", Athenus gestured as he said the word and a semi
transparent curved floating panel appeared near us. On it were several
images organized as square tiles. Each image was animated and had depth,
almost like looking into another space within it.

"Or! If you already have something in mind, you can ask me and I will
attempt to locate a sim in the library for you!", he continued.

"Awesome! Do you mind if I have a look at the library?"

"I literally can't stop you!", Athenus replied with amusement.

I chuckled at his sense of humor as I stepped closer to the virtual
library. I immediately started to recognize some of the images as places on
earth. There was Mount Everest, the Grand Canyon, Paris, the Titanic, and
the Great Wall of China. There were also several simulations I wouldn't
have recognized without the accompanying text like the First Olympics, the
Trojan War, the Odyssey, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, and the Library of
Alexandria. There was also a couple I had absolutely no clue about such as
Apollon City and The Schism.

"You can scroll through the list by waving your hand in an upward motion in
front of the screen. Like this...", Athenus moved beside me and
demonstrated the interaction. It seemed simple enough, but I already knew
what I wanted to see.

"Can I see Paris? I've always wanted to go."

"Absolutely! Did you have a particular year in mind?"

"Uhh, not really... this year? ... so I can basically go back in time?", I
replied, a little surprised by this feature.

"Oh yes, our historical record of Earth is extremely detailed. We've had
scanners storing every minute detail of your planet for millennia!"

I found this bit of information as fascinating as it was unsettling.

"Why?"

"Hah! For science, of course. The citizens of Olympia are just as human as
you are. Also, we wouldn't have found you if we weren't looking.", he
replied matter-of-factly.

I nodded, it made sense, but I still wondered exactly how detailed of a
record they had.

"Paris, Îl-de-France, France. April 25th, 2000. Any particular
arrondissement?"

"Uhh, what?"

"What part of the city would you like to start in?", Athenus asked
patiently.

"Oh, um, by the Eiffel Tower I guess."

"Champ de Mars, 7th arrondissement!", he announced. As he finished the sim
chamber faded away in a wave of shimmering light and a grassy field
surrounded by well groomed trees took its place.

"... holy shit ...", I gawked as I turned around and took in the change.

I remember it vividly. I had seen so many pictures but they never prepared
me for being dropped at its feet. The sheer scale of the Eiffel Tower had
eluded me, I hadn't realized just how monumental this structure was. The
intricacies of the metalwork were just as stunning. I felt as though I had
never truly seen the tower until then.

"Can they see us?", I asked after a long period of silence as I took in the
tower and my new surroundings. I had just noticed that the park was full of
people, particularly young couples laying around on blankets. There were
plenty of men sunbathing topless as well. I was loving it, but felt a
little vulnerable.

"Not yet, there are three ways to interact with a simulation like this. You
can simply remain in observer mode and see events as they play out in real
time or in the past with complete freedom of movement. You can observe as a
god with seemingly limitless ways to interact with the simulation. OR! You
can become an active participant in the simulation. You'll be able to
interact with all these people and explore the city. It would be as if
you're actually in Paris!"

"That sounds awesome, but I don't speak a word of French.", I confessed.

"Oh pffft don't worry about that. The simulation can understand and
translate any spoken language. In fact, most of the ship's crew can't speak
English! You're just hearing English because nanobots have constructed a
small device that intercepts audio signals between the ears and your
brain. Even so, most people in Paris can speak English, you'll be fine!"

"Huh, cool.. ", I mumbled as I rubbed behind my ear. "What about clothes?"

"Well, you've got plenty of options there. You can get clothes projected
on. You can have everyone else remove theirs, but you might not want to see
everyone in the nude. If that's the case we can alter the virtual
participants in the simulation to be more to your liking.", he gave me
another one of his exaggerated winks.

"Haha, umm... I think I want my first Paris experience to be normal. Can I
get some appropriate clothes? Maybe something that would look good for a
night out.", I asked, amused by his proposition.

"Certainly! ... How's this?", he gestured as a copy of myself appeared
face-to-face with me. I was wearing a loose white button-up with the
sleeves cut off, a pair of tight black jeans, and some solid white tennis
shoes. I freakin loved it.

"Oh yea, that's perfect!", I beamed. I had never seen myself look so
good. I played with my hair a little as the copy vanished and the clothes
appeared on me.

I paused for a moment. I wasn't expecting to actually feel the clothes. I
pulled on the shirt material to test it out. My eyes widened in surprise,
it seemed completely real.

"Could I maybe... get a haircut?", I asked sheepishly. My foster guardians
always cut my hair, I never had the professional experience.

"Yes sir! I know of a great salon in the city. It's a bit of a walk, I can
jump us over there if you like!"

"Hmmm.. do the subways go there?"

"Oui monsieur! Le Métro de Paris is quite extensive. You can get
anywhere in the city by foot."

"I'd like to do try that."

"Alright! Allons-y! ... that basically means `Let's Go!'", he declared as
we headed off.

When we got to the RER station near the tower I paused at the turnstiles. I
saw people up ahead sticking little slips of paper into them and got
confused.

"Uhhh... how does this work, do I ask for virtual money or something?"

"No monsieur, in this case you just walk on through. The simulation gives
you free access to all modes of transportation. You can easily walk onto
any vessel without a ticket. Shopping works in a similar way, you can pick
out an item, bring it to the counter and the cashier will bag it up for
you!"

"Oh wow, but.. is there even a point in shopping if it's a simulation?"

"Actually, if you did decide to make a purchase the object is synthesized
within the simulation so you could actually leave with it. Though, you're
limited to your daily matter allotment, but don't be discouraged by
that. New arrivals are given a fair amount.", he answered as we continued
through the gate and down the passageway.

"Damn... amazing...", I sighed. These people were always impressing me and
I would frequently contemplate my fortunate situation.

For the next twenty minutes we were on and off three different trains. It
was an exciting experience for a poor country boy like myself. The only
negative aspect was the smell down in the tunnels, it would occasionally
reek of shit and urine. Though, I was amused that the simulation actually
recreated that aspect of Paris.

After we left the station we walked a couple blocks to a tiny salon named
Cheveux Sexy in small cozy storefront. Inside was a tiny waiting area with
leather chairs and a few bottles of wine on a table with empty glasses. The
salon itself had only one chair and sitting in a smaller chair near it,
reading a magazine, was an attractive middle aged man with salt and pepper
hair. He looked up at us as we entered, then took a quick sip out of a wine
glass he had next to him.

"Good evening! `ow can I `elp you?", the man asked as he stood. I couldn't
help but admire his body, he was damn good looking for someone his age.

"Hi, uhh, I need a haircut. But.. I have no idea what I'd like done. I've
never really done this before.", I replied.

"What!? Never been to a salon? Vell, you `ave come to ze right
place. Pierre vill make you look très beau!", he exclaimed as he
directed me to his chair. "Not zat you need my `elp.", he added with a sly
smile and a nod.

He whipped out his barber's cape and draped it across me. He immediately
went to work on my hair without a question. He did eventually ask a few
questions about me as he worked like `why was I in Paris?', `where was I
from?', and whether or not I had a love interest.

I mostly just watched him do his work. Large tufts of brown hair fell to
the floor as he clipped away at my shaggy mop. By the end of it I was
beaming, I loved what he had done. He shaved the sides and pulled the top
back with some styling glue. I felt fucking hot!

"You are an artist, sir!", I praised, weaving my fingers through my hair.

"Merci mon amie, `aving such a lovely canvas certainly `elps!"

He reached out for a handshake but for some reason I felt compelled to give
him a hug. I was so overjoyed by what he had done. I swooped in and wrapped
my arms around him. I had to restrain myself in that moment, his muscular
form was so tantalizing. As I pulled out of the hug he planted a kiss on my
cheek. I felt my face get red as I started for the door.

"Au revoir, monsieur! Come see me again sometime!", he insisted as he
waved.

"Oh I will! Au revoir!", I returned the farewell with a smirk and a
half-assed attempt at French.

"Au Revoir!", Athenus added.

After we left the salon we started out towards the station we came through.

"Thanks for the recommendation! He was wonderful."

"You're welcome! He's supposed to be the best hair stylist for men in the
city."

"I believe it! ... so ... would you mind if I explored the city alone for a
bit? I may have the occasional question, but I'd love to just explore.", I
confessed with an apologetic tone.

"Absolutely, I don't blame you! You know how to get my attention if you
need me. If you get lost, there's a map function that works much like the
library function."

"Oh yea? ... Map", I stated.

As soon as I finished a small projection of Earth appeared just a couple
feet from my face. It quickly expanded and zoomed to a flat square with a
detailed map of Paris. There was an overlay for roads and metro lines as
well as points of interest. On the left was a hovering list of more
togglable overlays.

"That's so cool..."

"If you don't have any questions, I'll be signing out of this simulation!"

"Not right now, thanks Athenus! You're the best."

"Thank you Damon. Enjoy!", he finished with one final over-the-top wink,
then faded away in shimmering light.

Once he was gone I looked back at the map. I saw that the Louvre was only a
short distance by train and I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I made my
way there and just like Athenus had suggested I was able to walk right in
without having to show a ticket. I spent a couple hours walking through the
long hallways doing my best to admire as much of the art as possible. The
amount of art was completely overwhelming, some halls were crammed with
paintings and the rooms themselves were masterfully crafted pieces with
sculpture and painted ceilings. I remember spending an extra amount of time
appreciating the statue of Nike, The Raft of the Medusa, and of course The
Mona Lisa. Probably the best part of the Louvre, though, was all the
insanely attractive art admirers. I got such a rush out of making extended
eye contact with a devilishly handsome dark haired french guy at the Oath
of the Horatii.

"... It iz a beautiful painting, but sad ...", he said to me.

"Yea...", was all I could think to say in reply. I was so nervous. I
completely blanked on the story behind the painting. I knew I had learned
about it in my second year of art. We were studying pieces with implied
focal points.  We exchanged a smile and he walked off toward the paintings
I had already looked at. We occasionally made eye contact as we made our
way across the room until he disappeared into the next. I thought about
those dark brown eyes a lot as I finished my tour of the museum. I barely
covered half of their exhibits before I decided to call it quits. I had to
remind myself that I'd be able to come back any time I wanted, I could even
re-play this particular event if I wanted. The thought about being able to
try that encounter with french boy again got me excited.

As I walked out of the building I realized I was extremely hungry. The
smell of food being carried by the wind made my stomach growl. I crossed a
bridge over the Seine and walked along it toward the Notre-Dame. I passed
several small cafes, checking out the menus at each one. They were all very
tempting but I was looking for something with a nice view of the
cathedral. It took a while but I eventually found one on the corner of a
small square just across the river from it. A sign told me I could just
pick a seat so I found a table for two and sat facing the holy structure.

As much as I despised christianity at this point I couldn't help but admire
many of the works it inspired. From my vantage point I could see the
myriads of hand carved sculpture that crowded the facade. I sat pondering
the backbreaking labor that went into creating a building that stoked both
awe and fear within all those who utilized it. I was lost in admiration as
the waiter approached.

"Can I help you, monsieur?", he asked, in well practiced english.

"... oh! Sorry, um... can I get.. Uh... ... what's the drinking age here?",
I asked nervously.

"Hah! .. well I'm certain you are of age. You look 18.", he said with a
smile.

"Oh, so.. Can I get a glass of wine? I'll take whatever you like best."

"Oui, of course! And here's our menu. I'll be right back.", he replied as
he offered their menu. I grabbed it and thanked him as he headed back
inside.

I looked over the menu as he went in to retrieve my drink. I'm sure the
simulated menu was translated for me but even with that there were a lot of
french words in the names of the dishes that I couldn't quite understand. I
ended up deciding that one of the dishes with duck in it sounded pretty
good.

"Here you are, mon amie. It's my favorite bordeaux. ... Are you ready to
order? Have any questions?"

"I think so, I'll try the duck confit."

"Excellent! I really love it. I'm sure you will to. I'll go put that order
in for you.", he shared as he took my menu and returned into the cafe.

After he left I sat back in my chair and took a sip of the wine he had
handed me. It really was quite good. I marveled at the absurdity of what I
was doing in that moment. I was on a faster-than-light starship housing
hundreds of gorgeous men, sitting in a large chamber simulating the city of
lights, sipping (for all intents and purposes) real wine and admiring the
craftsmanship of THE Notre Dame de Paris. Just yesterday I was being
berated by my foster father and the douchebags in high school. I couldn't
help but let out a chuckle in that moment as I sat my glass back on the
table.

"What iz so amusing, ah?", a voice appeared from behind.

I jerked my head around to see who had addressed me. I almost froze when I
saw that it was the same dark haired French guy from the Louvre. I had to
think of something to say quickly, I refused to give him another one word
response.

"Oh, well, I'm just... I can't believe I'm here is all."

"Yea? It iz nice to be `ere sometimes. Alzhough... you are `ere alone?", he
inquired.

"Uhh, yea... but I don't have to be. You could join me if you like.", I
gestured to the open chair.

He smiled and hardly hesitated to sit down. For a moment we sat in silence
staring at each other. I believe knowing that this was all a simulation
gave me a boost in confidence so I kept my eyes on him.

"So why are you `ere?", he finally asked.

"Well, I guess because I've always wanted to see Paris.. and... I've heard
the men are beautiful here.", I leaned in as I replied. I noticed the
waiter was making his way back out.

"Would you like a drink? It's on me.", I offered.

"Bonjour monsieur, can I get you anything?", the waiter asked as he noticed
the new arrival at my table.

"Ah oui, I'll have ze same as mon amie, merci!", the French boy replied.

"Would you like to see a menu for dinner?"

"Hmm, what did you order?", he asked me.

"Duck confit.", I replied

"Oo la la... oui, I'll have ze same.", he stated to the waiter, who
promptly smiled and returned to the cafe.

We stared at each other again for a moment before I broke the silence.

"So, you like art?"

"Oui, I'm an oil painter, I study wis an artist in Montmartre.", he pointed
across the river as he finished his answer. "I like to visit ze museums in
ze city to ... ehh ... admire all ze techniques... And you?"

"I'd love to see your paintings.". I smirked as I began my reply. "I like
to sketch, a lot. I got accepted at the California Institute of the Arts
with an animation I drew by hand."

"I love animation! Maybe you can show me sometime."

"I'd like that... so, what's your name?", I asked.

"Theo, and yours?"

"Damon, nice to meet you Theo.", I grinned as I replied.

We sat and talked to each other for quite a long time. We mostly talked
about art, what our lives were like, and where we grew up. The conversation
had me forgetting that this was all an elaborate illusion. I would get so
immersed in the experience that I found myself not caring. The meal we were
served was absolutely delicious, one of the best I've ever eaten. At one
point, after the sun had disappeared behind the city's gray skyline, Theo
made a proposition.

"So, what would you say to dancing wis me. I was sinking of going to a club
in Le Marais, not far from `ere."

"I'd love to!", I agreed. The way he asked made it difficult to refuse.

"Parfait! What is ze point of visiting Paris wisout dancing?", he exclaimed

"Haha, of course, shall we?"

We left the cafe and walked across the river. Theo was kind enough to humor
my request to stop and appreciate the Notre-Dame. He showed me a small
metal medallion in front of it that marked the `center' of
France. Apparently all distance markers on their roads are measured from
that point. Afterwards we continued north toward Le Centre Pompidou. Theo
at one point grabbed my hand and held it as we walked along the boulevard.
I was kinda shocked by the action, but it felt nice. I had never held
another guy's hand before. Eventually we took a right where we found a
somewhat inconspicuous entryway for a gay club named L'homme Libre.

We headed up a couple flights of stairs to the club which occupied the top
3 floors including the roof. It was quite dark but packed full of guys,
many of them not wearing shirts. The DJ was playing some hypnotic
electronic dance music that had all the bodies writhing sensually against
each other. I was getting aroused while walking through the crowd with
Theo. He kept a decent grip on my hand so we wouldn't get separated as he
lead the way to the bar.

"What would you like to drink my friend?", Theo turned to me once we got
there.

"Uhmm... I don't know! What do you like?", I redirected the question. I had
never really tried anything before. Theo smiled and turned to the muscular
shirtless bartender.

"Could I get two raspberry martinis, monsieur?!", he yelled, trying to
speak over the music. The bartender smiled and nodded as he walked off to
grab some glasses and ingredients.

The two of us sat by the bar as we sipped our drinks. I wasn't expecting
such a strong taste of alcohol initially but it eventually grew on me as we
started a second round. Once we were done he lead me out to a dance floor
on the second level of the club. It was a much larger open space with
strobing lights, lasers, and fog somewhat in sync with the music.

Theo pulled me to a small open spot in the midst of the crowd, turned to
face me and immediately started moving with the music. He put one of his
arms around my waist and pulled me in real close to him and guided
me. Admittedly, I was a bit clumsy at first. I felt self-conscious and
worried that he wasn't into my effort.

Once he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a passionate kiss,
though, my anxiety melted away. I never knew what to expect my first kiss
to be like, I certainly hadn't pictured this. I just know that it was
profound. It was one of those memories that sticks with you in vivid
detail. I can still remember the way Theo smelled, the mix of his cologne
with his own natural scent drove me wild. I felt his tongue parting my lips
and I instantly gave him access. I never understood the appeal of french
kissing until our tongues met. I felt arousal swelling deep within me. I
remember feeling the sensation from head to toe and especially at the tip
of my cock. I was rock hard and grinding against him as we locked lips.

At one point we pulled apart and stared at each other, his eyes were full
of lust. He immediately dived back in but this time went for my neck,
another new sensation for me. I almost lost control of my knees as he began
biting, licking, and sucking. We had slowed down our dancing at this point
as we just enjoyed each other's bodies. I was holding his back with both
hands as he munched down on my neck. I was feeling a little bold so I slid
both under his shirt and gripped his muscular form. I moaned as all the
sensations overwhelmed me.

"Ohh fuck yessssss."

Theo pulled back again and giggled as our eyes met. He yanked off his shirt
and tucked it into his waistband giving me more access to his chest and
back. I did the same in response, I was feeling all kinds of sexy in that
moment. We dove back into our make-out frenzy and moved to the rhythm. I
rubbed my hands up and down his hairy chest as we danced, taking in every
smooth mound and crevice of his chiseled abs and pecs. I traced my finger
with the grain of his hair down to the band of his sexy red underwear. I
wanted to taste more of him, so I quickly shifted my lips to his left as I
made my way down to his neck. At the same time, I slid a few fingers behind
his waistband and pulled his body close to mine. I could feel the heat
radiating from within and knew I wanted to explore more.

Theo was rubbing at my chest as we separated once again. He grabbed my
hand, gave me a devious look, and pulled me away from the dance floor down
to a hallway on the first floor of the club. There were several stalls
lining it with slotted wooden doors. I could hear moaning coming from
inside the few we passed. My heart began racing as I caught onto what it
was we were doing. Theo found an empty stall and pushed the door open and
we slipped inside.

As soon as we were in we went right back to making out. The small room was
like a retail dressing room with a bench on one side. Theo broke free from
our exchange of saliva and made his way down my neck and chest, stopping to
suckle on various sensitive areas. I let out a small yelp of surprise when
he flicked his tongue against my nipple and bit down.

"Oh! Unnnmmm fffu-"

Theo let out a flirty chuckle while still attached to my nipple, then moved
on to the other. He kept this up for a bit then made his way down my trail
of light brown hair toward my belly button. He sat down on the bench while
he stopped to kiss my stomach around my navel.  He teased it a little with
his tongue and started to pull at the buttons of my pants to undo them. My
heart rate picked up again in anticipation, and I felt myself getting stiff
as he pulled the zipper down. He kept looking up at me with his hungry eyes
while he worked on freeing my rod from its fabric prison. He shifted my
pants down a little exposing the bulge in my underwear. Leaning forward, he
started to kiss the shaft through the thin cloth. I could feel the warmth
of his mouth permeating through.

Theo looked up at me again and in one swift movement, yanked down my
underwear and pulled out my hard dick. He smiled as he gave it a couple
quick strokes then dove down and wrapped his lips around the shaft.

"Mmmmmmmy god.", was all I could let out as I moaned. His warm mouth felt
absolutely amazing engulfing my cock. He started bobbing his head back and
forth making sure to caress the underside of my manhood with his tongue. I
braced myself against the walls of the stall with both hands as he went to
town. I was euphoric, I had never felt anything like it before. The lube in
the shower was great, but it didn't compare to feeling someone else work
your shaft with their throat. Theo kept at it until eventually he took
every inch of me inside him and pressed his nose against my pubes. He made
a swallowing motion and my knees briefly gave way from the pleasure of
it. He did this a couple times before coming up for air.

"Ahhhh mmm... you taste amazing!", he gasped.

"Yea? Glad you like it.", I beamed as I got down on my knees and pulled his
face to mine. His mouth was wet and warm. It was such an amazing
sensation. I began to kiss his cheek, then neck. I slowly made my way down
his chest as he leaned back against the wall. I stopped at his nipples just
as he did with me and ran my tongue around them in circles. I looked up
into his eyes as I gently bit down on one. He gripped my hair hard with one
hand and took in a quick breath then let out one of his sexy laughs.

I continued down his chest, kissing between his abs and licking at the dark
dense hair that pointed straight down to the prize I was after. Feeling a
little cheeky, I stuck my tongue in his navel and wiggled it around. I
loved his belly button, the way it sat taut between his perfect abs.  I
started at the buttons of his pants as I kissed his stomach. He lifted up
his crotch as I slid them down over his sizeable bulge. I could feel my
mouth watering as I thirsted after this french boy's cock. I stopped for a
moment to admire his cute red briefs and the heavy mass that was situated
inside it.

When I was ready I pulled back the band to reveal Theo's thick uncut
cock. It was absolutely perfect, I had to have it. I grabbed hold of it by
the base and leaned in to bring it to my mouth. I gave it a slow lick from
base to tip, savoring the taste as I went. The salty musk was like a
fast-acting aphrodisiac. I took his cock in my mouth like it was the first
meal I'd eaten after a month long fast. The loose flesh of his foreskin
rolled around on my tongue as I tried to imitate the motions he made with
my dick.

The sensation of having Theo's cock in my mouth confirmed beyond a shadow
of a doubt that I was gay and all I could think about was how I wanted this
every day. I bobbed my head up and down his shaft doing the best I could to
fit all of his length and girth down my throat. I paused on an upstroke at
one point with an idea. I slid my tongue underneath his foreskin and
swirled it around the head hiding inside it. This was apparently the right
thing to do. Theo gripped my hair again with one hand and slapped the other
against the wall of the stall. He bit his lip and moaned as I continued. I
gently pulled back his foreskin and wrapped my tongue around his beautiful
bulbous glans. He responded by letting go of my hair and caressing my face,
while staring me down and moaning.

I never wanted this to stop. I started stroking his cock and sucking on his
perfect head which only made him writhe in pleasure. He kept stroking my
face and egging me on.

"Fuck yes, suck me...

Mmmm, keep doing that"

I did as he said and picked up the pace. I couldn't believe how right this
felt, pleasuring a gorgeous man in this way. His cock was becoming slick
with saliva as I rode it with my throat. I started to stroke him at the
same pace as I bobbed up and down. He was apparently loving it as he
gripped my head with both hands and started making a gentle thrusting
motion in time with my rhythm. He was letting out periodic high pitched
moans and staring me down. I loved the eye contact, it only made me more
eager to bring him to the edge. His breathing picked up and to my surprise
his cock hardened even more and his head swelled up inside my mouth.

"I'm about- I'm about to cum...", he stammered.

I looked up at him and grinned as I stroked his cock and immediately dove
back down on it. Stroking and sucking in rhythm to give him his release. I
felt his grip on my face tighten and his legs straighten out. He let out a
guttural moan as he began to shoot his load. As soon as the first drop hit
my tongue I dove in to take as much of him in as I could. I swallowed as
quickly as possible as each rope erupted from his thick meat. I didn't want
to spill a single drop. He tasted so good, it was a perfect mixture of
sweet and salty. I had tasted my own before but didn't find it nearly as
satisfying. I couldn't believe how many times he shot and how much came
out, I struggled to keep up but I was loving every second of it.

Once he finished I gave his glistening shaft a few licks to make sure I
cleaned up any bit of jizz that might've escaped my taste buds. I kissed
his tender cock head and leaned up to make out with my sexy French
lover. He laid there and pulled me into it with one hand behind my
head. His other hand was firmly wrapped around my throbbing cock, giving it
a good tug every once in a while as we wrestled with our tongues.

I shifted myself to sit right next to Theo while we continued. He leaned
over in front of me and positioned himself between my legs. He pulled away
from our kiss and gave me that sexy look. Just as he began to move down he
completely froze in place.

"Hi Damon, I'm terribly sorry to interrupt! The captain has scheduled an
introduction in the amphitheater with all newcomer in thirty minutes. The
simulations will shut off at that time. It might be best to wrap up your
experience or pause it and continue later.", Athenus addressed me during
the suspension.

For the longest time I was completely lost in the simulation. I had
completely forgotten that I was warping through space. I felt a sting of
anger and sadness as Athenus spoke to me.

A moment after his message, Theo came back to life and continued his motion
to return the favor. I felt confused for a moment, but I did my best to
stifle the emotions that had crept up during the intermission. The
sensation of his warm lips wrapped around my cock again brought me right
back to where I needed to be.

My teenage hormones were swimming in ecstasy as he lathered my meat in his
wetness and bobbed up and down. He had a tight grip on the base and stroked
me with the movement of his head. I thought about his warm load resting in
my stomach and how I badly wanted to feed him mine. I felt the familiar
tingle in my groin as an orgasm was building.

He seemed to pick up on this as he quickened the pace and slid his other
hand underneath my balls and gently massaged my taint. I squeezed the bench
and put my other hand on his head and ran my fingers through his hair.

"Ung Uhh... You're gonna make me cum...", I babbled while trying to steady
my breath.

"Fuck yea baby, cum for me.", he begged while briefly releasing me from his
mouth and beating me off.

Those words threw me over the top. I felt it welling up inside me as my
balls pulled in tight. He massaged them as I shot my first load down his
throat. He let out a hungry "mmmmmm" as rope after rope surged into his
greedy mouth. It was my first time ejaculating without my own hand doing
the work. I was completely in love with the feeling. He finished me off in
the same way I did, by licking up and down my shaft to clean up every drop.

He brought himself up to me and we exchanged a passionate but gentle
kiss. He sat down next to me as we caught our breath, staring at each other
at the same time.

"So...  You are liking Paris I hope?", Theo asked as he leaned his head
against the wall. Giving me that mischievous look as he did.

"Oh yea, It's perfect, I'm definitely gonna have to visit more often."

"Well, I'll be `ere, and I would love to spend more time wis you while you
are `ere."

"I'd like that a lot", I confessed before leaning in to give him a peck on
the lips.

"Athenus, can you pause the sim?"

I figured it was a good time to stop. I really wanted to keep going but I'm
not the best at keeping track of time.

"Yes sir!", he replied. As he did, Theo froze in place once again. I looked
at his motionless form and swooned. How could such an amazing experience be
just an illusion?

"Thanks... um... is it possible to save it here? I'd really like to
continue it later.", I asked sheepishly.

"Of course!"

"He'll remember me, right?"

"Indeed, he will. Unless you request otherwise."

"Good, thanks, you can end the simulation.", I said somberly as I stood
up. I started to pull up my pants but quickly remembered it wasn't
necessary. I took one last look at Theo, who was still looking at the spot
where I sat, and in a whirl of shimmering light him, my surroundings, and
my clothes faded away.

I was back in the pearlescent chamber, naked and alone. I paused to remind
myself that I had just had a beautiful experience and that it wasn't yet
over.

Afterwards I made my way out of the room through the sliding doors. The
lights in the ship had dimmed and took on a warmer tone. I assumed to give
us a sense of time. I turned the corner toward the spiral stairs so I could
make my way to the amphitheater. As I passed the Sim next to mine the doors
slid open and Derek stepped out. Apparently he was in a bit of a hurry,
because he ran right into me.

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