The first 18 years of my life I was known as contract number 9223931 which translates to lot 92, batch, 23, matrix 3931. One of my crew mates who has ... thing for historical music sometimes plays an old recording of a song called, "Feel Like A Number" and complains often how without his service number no one would recognize him. The secret that I once had a number for a name is something that I dare not let out to my crew mates. After the Eugenics War we're not very welcome among those that were. "The concierge will be here in a few minutes and I want to really enjoy this," I said glancing down to where his purple dome had disappeared from sight. He smirked knowingly and ignored my instructions. Hearing my compliment seemed to encourage him because, instead of withdrawing as I wished, he pushed his hips forward.I won't lie, my juiced up cunt readily accepted his flesh and part of me wondered why I didn't just let him get on with it and be damned with the consequences. As he surged. ." He trailed off as he noticed mycock. He started laughing."Well, you are a man again," said John. "Still a slut?" Ya," I whined. "Even my own cock turns me on now."The look in his eyes turned to one of dirty thoughts."I guess I'll have to fuck you in the ass now that you don't have apussy," he said."Only if I get to fuck yours," I said it without really thinking. Thiscock was making me have different thoughts. I wanted to be fucked by John,but I also wanted to fuck him. I wanted to make him. Paul leaned back and his rectal muscles tightened round my cock and for a moment I nearly shot my load but I managed to delay it and the sensation passed. We were both divided in our encounter and were still quite transfixed by the two young body stretched out before us. Whatever slight discomfort Yukio had previously experience had now passed and he lay passively lay beneath Ty as he pumped his round ass with graceful motions and both perspired profusely. I now gave Paul's testicles a firm.