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It was a hot, steamy day in Colony-beta-es-sigma-ex-eco-segment-four, a budding colony city of forty-thousand. Richard Baker was hot and steamy also, sitting by the small reservoir lake outside the city, with a shot of synthetic semi-gin. Entirely naked. With Michael, his hot young lover. He had picked Michael up in a bar in town, and invited him back to his apartment, on the fifth floor of a five-story hab-building the penthouse apartment of the hab-building. Richard was one of the colonys richer residents, working as a mathematician in a communications office dealing with the vessels that would frequently communicate with the citys directorial landing-control center. Michael was fascinated to learn this, as he sipped his drink, and Richard was fascinated with Michael, his hard chest sweating in the hot desert sun. There were few lakes this far out in the desert, but it was a useful locale, as there was a vessel landing sight only two hundred miles away. The tremors could be felt every landing, although there had not been one for twenty years. The lake, a cool grey-blue under the desert sun, was cool enough, as they had found swimming in it earlier, and covered in a light layer of algae the reddish brown algae that occurred further inland, and speckled with small grey-red lily-type flowers. It was a curio, used rarely for that purpose on Eco-Sigma, as star-power-energy was much cheaper and readily used. But the research potential was limitless, the scientists of the planetary-object believed. As was Richards relationship with Michael. He looked at Michael passionately, thinking on this matter, his fingers gently playing with his short black pubic hair, carefully caressing the base of his small but manly cock. Richard loved Michael, as they sat together naked by the reservoir lake, drinking their semi-gin and making passionate love. Michael was in a relationship when they met, and as far as the girl he was with knew, he still was. But Richard knew better. They were not happy together, he knew, and he wanted to move him in with him. Michael was young, and not particularly rich, living in a basic hab-building on the edge of the colony, working in bars when he could get the work, and not at all when he could not. Richard wanted to move him in with him, and make him happy. And his partner, Sarah, would be better off without him he noticed she had a thing for girls more than guys, and he knew a lot of girls wanted her. They were just having a fling as they found their feet in the world of Eco-sigma Colony-beta-four. Michael pulled Richard in close to him, and made out with him passionately, pushing him flat on the ground, his skin warmed by the sandy-silty soil of the desert. He pushed his chest down, feeling his warm young skin under the desert sun, and made passionate love to him, jacking him off gently, playing with his soft, lightly haired tanned balls. They would come out here to this lake, just outside the city, most days, as Richard had been placed on a lighter work schedule recently, requiring him to work only in the mornings and for two full days a period week. The evenings were his own, as were the nights. Nights that he frequently spent with Michael, in bars in Colony-beta-four, at his penthouse apartment, or making passionate love to him here by the reservoir lake. Richard could not bear to be without Michael, who loved him dearly and entirely, passionately and totally. He loved him. He needed him. He wanted him, and he knew he couldnt be without him. He wanted to break him up from Sarah, and set her up with a girl who could look after her, and have Michael to himself. He could move him in with him, and make love to him. He wanted him, and he needed him. The brown soil, with its reddish-brown scrub bushes, and the tall tropical trees growing in the hills around the reservoir lake, covered their skin with a layer of dirt, but it didnt matter. What mattered was that they were together. Michael pulled away from Richard, and mixed a few shots of semi-gin with a flavoured synthetic fruit compound that had been grown in a vat in one of the great food-production centers in Colony-beta-four. He had picked it up from a store in town, with some of the money he had. Few homes in Colony-beta-four had serious food production capacity, as most of the food consumed at this phase of development was vat-grown and as such all a colonist needed to do was open the packaging and heat it, although there were some colony towns near the coast developing some serious agricultural capacity, which were not only self-sufficient, but capable of exporting meat, dairy, and vegetables to most of the local area. Michael and Richard had eaten some fine quality preserved lamb, with thick sliced bread made from colony-grown wheat and colony-produced milk, and spoken passionately and romantically about their new found love. Michael was young, tanned, slim, and gorgeous, unlike Richard, who was slightly older, but still found himself quite attractive, his hair cut short, dyed blonde to conceal the flecks of grey. They had afterwards, drunk on semi-gin and white wine from the vineyards at Colony-sigma-ex-alpha-port-agri-four, stumbled home to Richards apartment, pulling each others clothes off in the elevator leading up to his apartment making passionate love to each other. Michael loved Richard, but Richard intimidated him, as he was so much older, richer, and working in such a highly prestigious field. But Richard wouldnt take no for an answer, so he rammed Michael hard up the asshole, making him moan for more. He knew he had him in his power. They lay together on the rich white sheeted bed, with its golden frame, as Richard rammed Michael hard and fast, until Michael couldnt take it any more. He knew he had the one he was in a relationship that he could be in, and he took Richard up on his offer to move him in with him. He loved him, and he knew it. Richard looked him in the eye and told him he knew he could, yes. He finished up, came in his ass and pulled out, and jacked him off hard until he came, his white cum staining the white sheets of Richards freshly made bed. He wasnt happy with Sarah anyway they were just having some fun while they got their lives on track. They didnt have to pay for their housing, as they were living in public accommodation, but Michael knew that he would be happy to move into Richards beautiful apartment, and according to the colonys policy Sarah would be able to keep the place, a one room dwelling with a small shower and a bathroom, near to a nice restaurant-cafeteria which served most of the colony-district where they were living. She would be happier with someone else, he knew, and Richard had mentioned that he knew a few girls were after her. She didnt love him, he knew, but he would miss her small, slight build. Michael had a few misgivings at first in his relationship with Richard, but he loved him, and he couldnt bear, after only a few period-weeks, to be without him. Sarah missed him, he noticed, but she was happy to see him happy. And she was happy with the two young, well endowed girls, Mei and Sandra, who Richard had set her up with. They maintained a close friendship, and the occasional glance was shared, but Michael and Richard were happy together, and the sex was never-ending. Michael had always expected he would end up in a relationship with a man, after his early experiences with the young men and women of the colony-city, where he had been born. His family, having left town together a few years prior, were, he assumed, happy seeking to spend the later years of their life in more fertile lands, or in a port by the sea. Michael had stayed behind, with the few funds they had left him, to seek his fortune as an only child in the city of Colony-beta-four. One night, after an afternoon of passionate sex in Richards spacious apartment, Michael and Richard were in a small bar-restaurant near Richards office, drinking alone. Michael was quite drunk on wine, grown in the vineyards along the coast. He had little contact with his parents, who he supposed were living happy enough lives they were very busy together, and he could barely afford to use public comms systems to talk to them although he received the occasional contact request, and he hoped that if his relationship with Richard went well he would be able to talk to them more freely. He had a box of letters at home, and he had received a vid-message a few period-months prior from them in their new home on the edge of an Agri-colony along the trail leading to the coast. While aerial travel was much more energy-efficient, the number of high-velocity vessels that could be maintained by a colony the size of Colony-beta-four was limited, so they had travelled by land on a geo-refined oil-sand-fuel vehicle, a cheap and efficient fuel source fueling a micro-multi-combustion engine. He was wondering when he would receive another message, and if he should maybe send them a brief five minute message across the colony-network comm-system, but he decided against it as he had not much in the way of money, and he didnt want to ask Richard to pay so early in his relationship with him. He was sure he would find work soon enough, as most colonists did before their thirtieth period-year. Michael ate a steak, reared on planet, paid for from Richards personal account, while Richard merely sipped a cold synthetic-fruit-semi-gin cocktail, laced with synth-narcotics, and watched him. His life was perfect again he had broken up from his last relationship over a period-year prior, and was happy to be with someone again. All that time alone, jacking off morosely over vid-recordings playing on his apartment screen, hot guys in the nude, jacking off together, recent shots of colonists making passionate love, life aboard vessel, shower sex, sex by the beach, an archaic home movie of a golden-skinned dude being rammed hard by his hot colonist lover, things like that. Since Michael had come into his life, Richard had been having a lot more fun. He was enjoying work again, not feeling alone, and he knew Michael was happy with him also. Michael was just finishing his steak when a hot young dude, with slightly long hair, dark with a small red patch dyed above one eye, wearing a very stylish outfit, the kind youd see in the richer, more urban cities by the coast, far away from this desert landing-control-center colony. He sat down next to Michael, and looked over at him. Im new in town, and you two seem to be nice enough, he said, Ive been staying with a friend, until I can get requisition authority to approve myself a hab-residential permit. I could do with getting to know a few people. How do you do? His jacket was black, with some red embroidery around the seams, with a white shirt beneath, and a pair of black pants made from what appeared to be synthetic fabric. His black shoes were synthetic leather, he mentioned, as he wasnt quite rich enough to buy the real thing. Richard looked annoyed, but the look in the young mans eyes, a look of friendship, overwhelmed him. He needed a friend, he knew. He bought them all a drink, and a package of potent synth-delerient-stimulant cigaresques to share between them. He asked the young traveller his name Micah, the young dude replied. Richard thought his hair was gorgeous, and his perfect dark eyes perfectly complemented the light shade-pigment that was barely noticeable in the small bar-restaurants soft light. His tight ass, visible through his jeans dark fabric, was the hottest thing Richard had seen since he first met Michael. They chatted for a while, smoking the cigaresques and drinking shots of semi-gin and colony-grown wine. The wine was expensive, but Richard had a large ration-allowance, as he was a fine comms mathematical assistant, and he was easily able to afford it. It was also strong, and they were enjoying their time together. Starch-carbohydrate substances could be produced easily and palatably in the colonys production centers, and when sliced correctly could easily be fried to make some of the most delicious fried foods available in the colony. Richard grabbed Michael and said, quietly, We could get to know this guy better. Hes new to town, and he seems interesting. Michael contemplated the opportunities with this guy, and the fact that there was plenty of room for three in Richards spacious, well lit apartment. He seemed cute, and his body was perfect, as was his slight angled shaded face. Michael wondered what he did for a living, and asked Micah replied that he was a recent descendant of a space-vessel, and as such felt out of place on Eco-sigma. He had studied classified sciences, and was hoping to take up a post in the city as an educative agent, or perhaps if he couldnt, a cultural relations agent. Although, he had received a few job offers at this point. Michael, in a synthetic fuled haze, thought about making a few offers towards him, of a very sexual nature. Richard, noticing this, thought hed like to do much the same. He loved Michael, and Micah seemed interesting, his dark skin and exotic accent betraying a foreign ancestry, an ancestry entirely alien to Eco-sigma. An ancestry of outside space that Richard needed to study in every way, and which Michael needed to make passionate love to. They ate for a while longer, and had a few more drinks, before walking out into the warm desert night. Micah was keeping his cards close to his chest at this point, sexually enticing the two of them as the slight aphrodisiac qualities of the cigaresques - branded Apollo-sigma-ex began to take hold in the three of them. Michael had chosen the brand, and he hoped that this secret was something that was unknown to the two of them. Very little else was. But, as they fell further into a sexual daze, this was. They walked a while through the warm desert night, before stopping at a small grassy area, with a water fountain in the center of it. Michael sat down, feeling slightly drunk, but not overly so. They sat together and spoke for a while, about the colony and what it was like for Micah, who was new to town. Micah, not being used to drinking wine of the strength that was available on Eco-sigma, and not having the ancestral tolerance that develops in drinkers, was more drunk than the other two of them. They sat together and spoke for a while, before Micah, drunk and making the first move, pinned Richard down and kissed him passionately. Michael felt left out, but Richard grabbed his hand and pulled him close. Micah, the recent space-immigrant, slid a hand in his boxers, drunk, and passionately turned on by his new friends. He loved them both immediately, as they were signs of the new world, the world on which he had been born, the strange and beautiful world of Eco-sigma. As they made love, he mentioned that he had studied with scientists from his vessel, which had travelled for a year from station eight carrying his parents and six thousand other new residents, the radical new science of crypto-mathematical-spatial-linguistics, among other radical space-sciences that were being introduced to the planet. Over-awed, Richard invited him to his office the next day, or whenever he felt like it, to talk to his colleagues about his foreign background and training. He agreed, but promised that the rest of his secrets would remain his own until the point at which he gained approval to discuss them. He loved the two of them there, more than he had loved anyone else in the world. They made passionate sexual love on the grass, in the desert night, concealing themselves behind the large ornamental fountain, Michaels pants and boxers around his ankles, Micahs fingers sliding into his tight asshole, Richard jacking him off sexually and passionately. The water was cool, even if there was a slight red algae scum floating around the edges of the large fountain basin. Micah longed to sit in it, he said drunkenly, and make love to the pair of them, but according to the colony-legal-policies of Colony-Beta-Four, sex in public water decorations was an offence which could hold a maximum term of two weeks in jail. It came up rarely, but strangely enough it did on occasion. Youd sometimes see young couples, new to town, sitting there with their legs in this very fountain, holding hands or even sliding fingers into each other, and the colonys policing division took it seriously enough. Micah didnt care, being new to town, and new to arrest procedures, and so he grabbed Michael, more sober than himself, and dragged him in headfirst, pinning him down and ramming himself into his hot tight asshole. Richard was confused, but also aroused, and watched them together in a friendly passionate way. Michael felt the cool water on his skin, so used to life on Eco-sigma. Micah was madly in love with him already, and trying to keep cool, unused to the potent wine and cigaresques of Eco-sigma Colony-Beta-Four, and not holding the ancestral tolerance that Michael and Richard held. He knew he loved Michael, but he didnt want to make him choose. He thought hed just have a quick romance with the young couple, and then move on, or take up work in one of the many offices in the city that had offered him a post. He spent a few minutes in the fountain, the cool desert fountain, with Michael, his hands spreading his legs apart, as he fucked and licked Michaels tight asshole in the cool water. Richard interceded after a while, pulling them out of the water they would be arrested, he knew, if the policing division responsible for this colony-district passed. Michael dressed quickly, and Micah did the same, the water staining his white shirt, and drenching his black pants. But he didnt care he was in love, and high on cigaresques, semi-gin, and colony-grown wine. They walked back to Richards apartment together, arm in arm, and staggered into the freight elevator that carried them to the fifth floor, and Richards penthouse apartment. Michael pulled Micah out of his wet clothes when they got in, and he didnt see the need to redress. He pulled him down on the floor, and pulled his boxers down, parting his tight ass and ramming two fingers in it. Michael was quite sober by that point, the water having sobered him up, but he was still slightly drunk, and another cigaresque would make him more so. He was having a hot night, and he shared Richards excitement at the new arrivals mysterious training. It was also a violation of colony-legal-policies to interrogate people holding private information, more so when vessel related, but it wasnt illegal to drug them, when in relationships. Richard knew this, and while Michael couldnt do much, he could feel him up in his sleep and ask him questions they had a few out-dated methods for doing that that he could use as much as he wanted to, as long as he could confirm to the interview police agent that he was violating no policies or procedures, and that he was in a relationship for other reasons. And, by measure of legal technicality, he could state he was. After about half an hour of passionate sex, Michael came, his white cum staining the synthetic sand-vinyl floor of the apartment. Micah pulled out, feeling exhilarated but more sober, and lay back on the floor next to him, his arm around him. It was hot out here in the desert, and dry, not as humid as on the islands off the coast, where Micahs parents had disembarked, before they started their long journey to a port by the sea, named Port-Colony-Sigma-Ex-Sigma-Exf-Major, or Port-Sigma-Major. Micah mentioned this, so Richard grabbed a large container of synthetic fruit-juice and a bottle of semi-gin, and invited him up the staircase, with Michael, in an corner of the sleeping-living area of his apartment a room which they had not even had time to enter, in the heat of passion. There was a small water basin in the corner of the balcony, hidden perfectly between two large pillars, one holding a small alcove of Richards apartment so much larger than the still well-sized hab-building that Michael had shared with Sarah. Michael sat down and drank some fruit juice and a shot of semi-gin, as Richard pinned Micah down and jacked him off passionately, until he came across his tan, taught, skinny gut. Micah fell asleep a few period-hours later, and Richard demanded Michael fall asleep downstairs. Michael agreed reluctantly, pulling his boxers on and also Micahs shirt, which they had brought with them to some intent, unbuttoned. He sat down, activated an ancient porn-vid on the vid-screen, and lay back in bed, feeling hot and in love. Richard waited until Micah was deep asleep, and then he playfully knocked his stomach and pulled him close to him. He asked about his project, wondering what he could get, and how well trained Micah was to conceal information in his sleep. Girl, Micah replied. Are you dreaming about girls? Richard asked him playfully. He hadnt had time to ask many questions before he dragged him in for this passionate night of sex. Im a girl, Micah replied. That seemed hot enough. You like girls? Richard asked Micah. No, he replied, his hand moving along his leg, Im a girl. Hot, Richard thought, hes having a dream. He wondered if he should set him up with a girl, but thought better of it sometimes dudes like that didnt like that, he knew. Most of them didnt, honestly, atleast those he had been in relationships with. He thought hed probe him a bit further, before moving onto the more seductive side of this personal and slightly impromptu personnel exam. What do you look like? Richard asked Micah. Micah moved his other hand to Richards thigh, feeling him gently. Im a girl, he said, and youre gorgeous. Richard was amused. He played games with the sleeping space-immigrant scientist for a while, gently toying with his pubic hair and asking him pointed questions, receiving in response sexy comments about his manly body and his perfect new lover. He tried a few questions and prodding remarks that had worked well on other people of spatial descent, before hitting on something good. He found methods designed for an archaic personnel conditioning system got something telling. The language is sex. The language is six-four-beta-alpha. The word is love, the word is vessel meeting vessel. The word is language development systems. The word is six-four-beta-colony-project-science. He was almost as exhilarated as he was aroused. He thought hed best stop there, if he were sane, so he left Micah under his beautiful jacket, pulling his own boxers on to the sexy young space-immigrant scientist, who at this point had begun to jack off in his sleep. He fetched a blanket from his sleeping-area, and left him there with a packet of low-potency sober-cigaresques, laced with light anti-intoxicants, next to him, and fell asleep next to Michael, hugging his lover and wondering at the mathematics behind the fairly complex code he had gained from his new lover, and hopefully new liason-employee, in his sleep. Work at the office, working on his math projects, was strange in the period-days and period-weeks it took for Micah to finally agree to finalise a date to meet with his director, a fiery young redhead named Clare. He was a strange fellow, having been raised with customs so foreign that Michael and Richard could barely understand. He leaked them some information, and Clare approved further clearance for Richard to ask, and for Micah it was not a matter of clearance it was a matter of something he referred to as spatial-linguistic-scientific ethical release policies. His parents, as well as his immigration-group, had disembarked on a large-populace landing vessel, vessel sigma-ex-eco-six-beta-one, using call-sign vessel Beta-One, sixty period years prior, from a position in orbit around a small spatial object in assosciation with station eight, a large research station holding hundreds of thousands of people. They had been a young couple then of course, only twenty years old the pair of them, and he himself was approaching his twenty-fifth year. He had left the colony-town, and its educative centre training in the high-level sciences that were in development in stations in spatial positions. Richard was fascinated by the seemingly trivial, but to a mathematician working on communications entirely essential information Micah gave over, and he longed erotically every day at work, as he worked on his personal projects, to make it home to see him and learn more. Michael, while he was away, made love to the beautiful young space-immigrant. The sex was hot and passionate, Michaels hands on Micahs flat, perfect stomach, Micah jacking Michael off, ramming his hard space immigrant cock up Michaels tight asshole, drinking semi-gin and semi-vodka in the desert heat. It was hard to get a penthouse apartment in Colony-Beta-Four, but Michael was hard for Richard, and he was with him forever. And, hopefully, Micah. He dropped hints privately that he might have to move on, but privately Michael thought he could make him stay. Richard had the credit and capacity to lead, and also to lead men. He had had so many partners, but so few, he mentioned one night, in the cool breeze that occasionally flowed over his roof-top balcony, that was so rarely accessed by other residents of the five-storey apartment block that he lived in. Clare wanted to approve a meeting, but Micah was holding off. He made no calls out, and rarely left the apartment, and also was rarely seen with a shirt on. He had come with only what he could carry, and that was a small case containing a few clothes and a small vid-device, projection-screen-type. Projection-screens were rare on planet, and Richard himself, despite his highly prestigious position, could not afford or requisition one. The entry-cyphers for the device were something Richard would not steal, as he respected his hot young space-immigrants privacy, and further because personnel-directorship agent Paul - whos night-dark skin Richard longed for, despite the fact that he noticed he was in a committed relationship with his girlfriend and future wife Sera, which he would never interfere with had not ordered Clare to approve a search. Despite the fact that Paul was gorgeous, he respected Sera. He also respected Micah, and his hot taut space immigrant body, and his hot space-immigrant ass, and his perfect space-immigrant sex skills, and the way he rammed his tight Eco-Sigma born ass with his hot space-immigrant cock. Micah agreed, eventually, to be interviewed, at Richards office, one night in the heat of a wild passion. The light synth-stimulants they were taking together, the three of them, added a haze of sexual frenzy to the already sweaty desert night. Micah had two fingers in Michaels tight asshole, as Richard pinned him down, his tongue in his mouth, his hands spreading his ass. Micah loved Michael, and loved him more than anything. He could tell that Richard did also. He respected Richard, and was interested by him, and his perfect body. He had a message to carry, a message he was sure the upper ranks would have received already, but he also had scientific briefs to give, he explained, to Richard, as Michael moaned passionately, his body pressed against the cool white sheets of Richards bed. Richard was hot, and Micah knew it but he would not give in so easily. He loved Richard, and desired him. Richard was gorgeous, but also compelling the mathematics of Eco-Sigma and Station Eight were radically different, and spatial-mathematical-linguistics in the development of spatial colony languages was a fascinating science. As were Micahs eyes, as Michael stared into them, and Richard licked his tight little space-immigrant gut, and jacked off his perfect small but hard cock. They stayed up late together one night, as Michael seductively convinced Richard to trim his pubic hair, until there was only a light stubble, to match the light stubble that grew on his face in the hot desert nights. Richard knew, and Micah knew, that soon a message would be relayed that had been processing for several period-years, on a highly classified communications station, in a far away spatial position. Micah intended to tell Richard what Richard already knew that the final message had been compiled and completed, and final briefs were ready for planetary body distribution and dissemination. His office would receive a vid-screen broadcast, and update, and a brief on ongoing events in the further galactic district-spatial-region in which the star-segment sat. Richard intended to interview Micah for ongoing events, and further activity in his own district-region of the greater Sigma-Eco continent-object, and to confirm that the young space-immigrant knew as he did that the message was valid and complete. Michael intended only to engage in further passionate love affairs with the two hot young scientists, one a space-immigrant, the other a colony-descent mathematician. He was in on the broadcast vaguely, but the classification and secrecy behind the incoming message, the first to reach Sigma-Eco in his lifetime, meant that he knew only that it would be arriving at some point in future. His close, passionate, and sexual relationship with Richard, and his ongoing lust for the mysterious and entirely foreign to his own soul Micah, and the minor love-triangle that was developing as the passionate and entirely vague but implicative conversations went on between them, their lips meeting, their hands pulling at each other clothes in the more passionate moments, as Michael watched and only got the vicarious joy of jacking off over the two of them together in the more scientific moments of their personal personnel interviews. Richard and Micah debated and discussed the method of their relationship, and the priority of the meeting was not high for Micah. He had travelled to the colony-city for scientific purposes, but also for purposes of personal self-enrichment, and to get away from the new and entirely strange locale of his birth a port town on the coast, and the surrounding colonies, around which he would spend his days in childhood with friends both colony-born space-immigrants and of colony descent. This far into the desert, at the foot of a small mountain ridge, Colony-Beta-Four had been his final destination the end of a sexual and passionate journey that had led him along a long trail, in a number of colony-sigma-vehicle-transit-vehicles, stopping at a number of colony-towns, agri-colony-towns, and agri-centres, prospect-colony-centers, and fuel-center-colonies, until he reached his final destination, Colony-Beta-Four, and settled down for a few days with a beautiful young man who he had been making love to over a vid-network on the local-colony-net. His meeting with Michael and Richard had been unplanned, but the hot hard-core anal that followed had been entirely passionate and sexy. As had the mad passionate love affair that had followed between the three of them, and the passionate but covert discussions he and Richard had shared on the rooftop balcony-terrace of Richards apartment. Food was different this deep into the desert, but in a new and beautiful world like Sigma-Eco, a world full of opportunities, a new world for the post-humanity that had emigrated across the stars at this point in the differentiating species of the human ethnos great expansion. He, he knew as a child of space, sat on a world of new opportunities on the edge of the era and vast reach of the various peoples of mankind. The upcoming message, the first to be profiled for wide-scale planetary-object dissemination on Eco-Sigma for fifty period-years, was something he wanted to see in a colony-town or colony-city where he could start a new life, and the communications center in Colony-Beta-Four was perfect. As was Thomas, the hot young guy he had been living with for a few days before he met Michael and Richard, who he missed, who would only be with guys, but who in his private communiqus mentioned that he dreamed, literally, of being a hot young girl under Micahs hot tanned lightly muscled, perfectly shaped form, of doing everything he wanted to, and letting Micah use and abuse him as much as he needed to. But by the time he arrived, the love in their relationship had passed, and what was left was sex. Sex, and the pictures of his dark skinned, light thinly dreadlocked hair that sat on his head, in the style of so many ancient cultures, of so many ancient worlds, his perfect pitch-black eyes, his beautiful features, and his strikingly perfect form. Not to mention the shots of his spread ass, and his perfect cock, his legs pressed tightly together beneath his slight gut and his perfect chest. That, a few personal scientific recordings, and a collection of personal letters and memoirs were all that he really had. He had wanted to start a new life, out in the desert, over a thousand miles from the port-colony where he had been born, and he had found what he had been looking for, here with Michael and Richard. It was a long walk through the colony-city, to the long access road that passed by the edge of the colony-city, and a short walk past that, to get to the desert reservoir lake that Richard and Michael had made passionate love at so many period-weeks prior, but the three lovers took that walk many times, in the time before the broadcast, in the time before the interview that Micah eventually acceded to approve with Richards office, along the dirt-packed and sand-compact-material that burned so hot under the desert sun, so hot that they could feel it through the thick synth-leather of their shoes. They sat together by the reservoir-lake, fresh to drink and only slightly salty with the taste of residual minerals, the red-algae scum on the surface easily broken to swim together in the nude. Micah, on their first visit together, commented on how it was a beautiful thing to see, like nothing he had seen before in his life, in the mountainous hills outside colony-beta-four. They made passionate love together that day for hours, Richard dominant in their relations as he was in all things in his life, Michaels body beneath him, his skin pressed hard against the sandy desert dirt. Micah watched, entranced not only by Michael, not only by Richard, but by the lake itself, and the beautiful world in which he had been born, in which he lived, the world in which everything was new for him, and everything strange to him. Micah loved the lake as much as he loved himself, and that day he knew he would stay there, at Colony-Beta-Four, and that he would never leave. He knew his liason with Michael and Richard was short-term, but that their relationship would be lifelong, as he sat there, his boxers pulled around his ankles, the hot desert sun and the warm desert water filling him with awe and wonder at the world in which he lived. Michaels face, his lips parted slightly, shone with sweat, not due to the sunlight shining on them, but due to the passion of the hardcore anal which he was having with Richard, Richard driving his hard cock deep into his tight asshole, his teeth biting at his neck, his tongue gently licking his salty skin, slightly metallic-tasting with the high mineral-content of the air and water of planetary-object Sigma-Eco. He came eventually, inside Michaels perfect pale-but-tanned ass, before pulling out, his lover panting on the sand, waiting for his own release. Micah came himself, jacking off, a few minutes later. He rarely told people, but in his youth he had learned to control his orgasms, and could in-fact cum on command. Micah approved a meeting with Clare a few period-days prior to the expected final broadcast to the office, and arrived early in the morning, with Richard, dressed in a slightly more formal grey shirt, grey synth-fabric slacks he has purchased in the colony-city, and the red-embroidered black jacket he had been wearing when he met Richard and Michael, in a town he had stopped at en-route to Beta-Four, a small waypoint in the desert, less than three-thousand in size. Richard was wearing a white shirt, under a standard grey uniform jacket, and Clare was dressed the same way, her shirt slightly unbuttoned. Richard and Clares relationship had never passed the stage at which they would begin considering a relationship of a more personal nature, and Richard rarely slept with women anyway he loved men, and not women. Micah found her interesting, in a quiet way, but also found her career fascinating. They finalised and arranged an introductory proposal for later meetings, before getting to know each other, drinking shots of synthetic semi-vodka, and a vial each of strong narcotic substance. A few segments of the preliminary network broadcast were available, and they watched introductory conversations between the staff of a spatial-relations office stationed on planetary-body Sen-Eco-Vi, a small satellite-body in hub-system six-one-alpha, in awe together, Richard pulling Micah close to him and wishing that he could have gained approval to invite Michael also. Micah had seen vids like this before, but none so recent it was awe-inspiring to think that these were message sent across the vast gulf of space to them, and more so to think that, for the first time in his life-time he was seeing footage of people from distant systems who were currently alive. The mathematics behind the system were simple Richard passionately and enlightenedly described his job, a boring but exhilarating series of calculations and graph-related analyses, as his hands slid into Micahs mysterious, dark-tan space-boxers, his hands spreading his ass, as Clare looked on boredly, more fascinated by the broadcast than the two hot young scientists. She had started her career as a personnel-interview staff profiler, but now worked in directorship of this office. There were higher ranking offices in the colony-city, and more prestigious, but it was a great mark of pride for her to have been granted the post at such a young age. Michael and Micah made love, as the preliminary vid-flicks played, as Clare and a few other office-staff sat about drinking and smoking from an open pack of flavoured cigaresques. As night fell, and the soft-green-blue glow of the gas-giant planet above which Eco-Sigma sat in a stationary orbit, turning gently in the deep of space, final approval came through to watch crucial message segments. It had taken thirty-period years to profile this message, in the outside-space of the system, and in facilities and offices on Eco-Sigma, and the message itself was older than that, but people lived longer on more established worlds, and the majority of the faces seen in the broadcast, and the majority of scientists responsible for the development of it would be alive, even if they were in their old age. The messages ranged from briefings on ongoing events, to requests for information on ongoing events on Sigma-Eco and assosciated space in system-Sigma-Alpha-system-ex-one-three. A highly classified broadcast, which Micah was expecting, which Richard had received no brief on, was spliced in marked Brief-crucial-system-vessel-system-colony, confidential for limited release. Clare, with the authority to access, activated the cypher-code-system that would allow the broadcast. A brief shot of some new model of space-transit vehicle played, before playing a brief encrypted message Six-beta-alpha-begin-message-sigma-eco, regarding colony system transit system, further en-route, think you have another two, station research finds update viable. Test-pattern-non-issue, viable for colonisation Sigma-ZedSigma-Beta, begin cypher-none-direct, verbal-dictate. Further material is en-route for colonisation of planetary objects Sigma-Zed and Sigma-Beta, have found viable with more recent methods, small crew complement, large vessel-system en-route, numbers not disclosable, less than one million personnel. Should arrive in no more than five hundred period-years, Sigma-Eco-standard, no less than that either. Hope youre doing well, hope language gap translates, hope your systems are working well. End message, beta-six-alpha-hub-system-message, should have you up to scratch within a short while. A cheer went up around the room, as the message completed and the broadcast-segment flicked to a brief on vessels and materiel en route, as well as briefs on new methods and interesting events not for public release, as well as a heart-felt thanks for all information and also some personal comments on the hot porn that they had sent over. Richard pulled his hands out of Micahs slacks, pinned him down, and kissed him passionately, as Clare and the rest of the staff of the offices lounge sat and drunkenly discussed the exciting new news. Clare sent a spatial-graviton-communications-mathematician named Mark out to fetch them some more high quality, powerful cigaresques, maybe narcotic or psylo-hallunicinogenic, and a large crate of real quality synth