2069 Box Set
2069 Box Set
Pleasure Readers
Larry Townsend
$2.95
2069
Excerpt
He smiled encouragingly at Ronnie, seeming to really see the boy for the first time. The colonel gazed at him for several minutes while Ronnie struggled to think of something else to ask.
“Have you proposed publicizing it—openly, I mean?”
“No, not yet. Of course, there’s no question of the propriety of gaysex, in the Service or any place else.
Likewise, there is no question of validity in what I want to do. All the arguments are backstage, so to speak. Ever since the government established precedent by withholding Federation funds from school districts that discriminated against gays, the issue has been firmly established. What we’re fighting now is the old reactionary element, and that means mostly Humpties.”
“Don’t you see?” said Jack, turning his full attention to Ronnie. “These Humptie mucks are so wrapped up in being straight, and so under the thumbs of their anti-Lez wives, they can’t understand or condone the Service’s need to have gaysex as a common practice among men on prolonged space flights. What are the guys supposed to do, play with themselves? Why, some of the smaller ships don’t even give them enough privacy to do that!”
“Our problem,” the colonel explained, “lies in overcoming social, not legal restraints. Legally, we have to be granted full equality before the law and in public accommodations, and so forth. But when a gay family moves into a straight neighborhood, there’s still the old name-calling, and their kids—if they have any—are apt to get a rough time in school. It’s the same old story, and now the Humpties are afraid to have it publicized that the Space Service takes only gays, or boys who are gay-adaptable. They say it smacks of reverse discrimination. Maybe it does, but that’s a fact of life. Anyway,” he added, smiling again at Ronnie. “It’s been one hell of a day.”
2069+1
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Mike had already started his command in a typical, wild session with the Marine commandant. He had come up with Major Pollock a few hours ahead of the other leathernecks.
It had been the major’s first visit to the gigantic vessel, and Mike had taken him through the various compartments.
Some last minute work was being done on the main carrousel, so the forward cabins were weightless. And because both men were wearing full dress uniforms each had snagged a couple of times on outcroppings of equipment.
“Maybe we should take ‘em off,” Mike had suggested.
Returning his knowing grin, the Marine major had complied. As the husky, barrel-chested soldier discarded the last of his accouterments, he glanced sheepishly at his captain. “Er… I never wear shorts in full dress…”
Mike had laughed aloud, running his finger through the seam of his own uniform trousers and allowing the other to see he followed a similar custom. “And the loinstraps are all in our luggage, aren’t they?” he added. But his smile had quickly turned to open-mouthed astonishment. “My God, Al!” he gasped. “Is that all you, or are you projecting… ?”
The Marine shook his head. “It’s all for real!” he replied.
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“I like big, hairy man,” replied Ronnie, returning Min’s smile. “And you’re a huge, furry one!” he added playfully.
His thoughts were a good deal more serious, however, and the projection was not lost on Min.
“You know,” said the alien, still speaking softly, “like all my race I exist within the minds of my fellows as well as in the shell of my own body—or pseudo-body.”
Ronnie regarded him quizzically. “You have said this before,” he replied, “but you also said your race did not engage in sex.”
“In our normal form we do not,” replied the alien. “In an Earthman’s body… it might be interesting to experiment…”
“Be my guest!” said Ronnie, pointing toward the admiral’s empty cabin. Both Mac and Roger were on the Scorpian vessel, where Ronnie presumed it likely a further cementing of inter-planetary relations was underway. Min followed him into the semi-darkness of the room, almost floating despite the hulking size of his human form.
Because he had been working with heavy pieces of equipment, the new artificial gravity unit that replaced the old-style carrousel had been turned to its lowest setting.
The resultant gravity was about moon-normal, or less than a sixth what it was on Earth’s surface.
Turning to face his companion, Ronnie responded to the massive perfection by sinking slowly to his knees before the powerful form. He eased the loinstrap off Min’s hips, allowing the heavy genitals to hang freely before his eyes.
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