"What just happened?"

"You experienced a Dream Simulation," said Liam. "Think of it as a movie beamed into your brain. It takes stuff already in your mind and weaves it into a narrative. In this case a wet dream."

"Normal folks in the past," said Tony," never fully experienced their sexual sensations. We’re using these dreamies to both awaken your full erotic capacity and to shape your sexual desires."

Liam rubbed my neck and said, "You’re going to have more dreams now. And they’ll feel good."

I suddenly felt happy, relaxed, and sexy. I smelled the scent of young males, hot young men.

I suddenly heard rain on glass.

The walkway over the street had a glass ceiling. I could see my reflection in the window glass. I was tall lean and well muscled, hard lean muscle.

I was wearing ankle high cowboy boots, black with pink designs. My powerful smooth legs were bare between my boots and my black leather hot pants. There was a pink crescent moon on the flat crotch, a waning crescent, letting everyone who cared to look know that I’m nulled. I have a six pack and chiseled pecs, with a necklace of rose quartz beads at my throat. My black leather jacket was tailored to my broad powerful shoulders. I looked hot.

As I walked down the concourse the heels of my boots made my hips sway. My ass was offered as a free treat to everyone’s eyes.

I saw a small shop offering art prints of photographs. Sepia toned photos by a Richard de Chazal.

"He was from Australia," said Billy, "the pictures were taken around the year 2000."

Billy is so pretty, but he’s been asex since before he could walk. I kiss him, he kisses me back and walks away.

I step into the shop, a tall man in a salmon pink suit with a sign of Saturn broach, said, "The Erotica prints are in the back."

I walk into the back of the shop, there among the sepia toned pictures of beautiful naked men I see a picture of a well built man wearing a corset and a mask. It’s titled "Desire."

Nearby I see another picture of the same man dressed only in a corset and a mask, only here he’s surrounded by handsome men in evening ware. This picture is titled "Narcissist."

Suddenly I’m naked, I feel a bead of sweat run down my belly and my empty crotch. I see the patrons in their fine clothes cast hungry eyes over my body. I see them lick their lips when they look at my sweet empty crotch. I see the masked man before me.

I smell the scents of fine tobacco, cannabis, cologne, and the sweat of men. The patrons wear fine evening clothes, we the dancers, the object of their desires, are nude. I’m wearing a domino mask, which accentuates my sculpted face, a corset that shows just how vee-shaped I am, and stiletto heels, to offer my sweet rose, my hot sweet ass, to all comers. What else do I need?

I see the patrons looking at me, licking their elegant lips. I see they wear emeralds, amethyst, and rose quartz. Some wear the waning crescent, some wear Mercury, Venus, Mars, Saturn, most by far wear Jupiter, intact cocks and pulsing balls. I dance the music, a near eastern band plays. They sound like something from a ancient Hollywood film. I dance like the Egyptian women did when Queen Victor ruled the Nile. I’m covered with sweat. I see the desire in the patrons eyes, they want to lick every drop of sweat off me.

I am beautiful, I am desired, I am a sort of god. A god of lust, a castrated Eros dripping with sweat.

The beautiful masked man dances barefoot in front of me. His lovely serpent is awake. Like me he wears a mask and a corset. He’s dripping sweat as we dance, and the patrons devour us with their hungry eyes.

His fingertips brush my hands. I am on fire.

I brush the tips of my finger over his graceful muscular arms.

He brushes his bare foot against my ankle, and his hip against mine. I have to catch my breath.

He circles his arm around me. I feel his pretty cock against my belly. I want him to enter me.

As we dance, close, breathing each other’s breath. He runs his hands over me. Suddenly he wearing gloves. One is silk the other leather. He sweats of jasmine, sandalwood, balsam, and maleness.

He’s behind me teasingly touching my emptiness. I feel his cock against my ass, so I grind my sweaty cheeks against him. He moans low.

He takes me in his arms and, as we dance, he enters me. He goes deep into my hot slick wetness. The patrons cheer us on.

We move to the pulse of the oud. Deep into me, and out.

His hands gloved in silk and leather slide between my legs.

I feel him come deep inside me. Then I COME.

The patrons roar their cheers as my spunk shoots out like streamers at New Years.

I see the hungry eyes off men who’d like to lick the spunk and sweat off my inner thighs.

The masked man slides out of me. I turn quickly and give the tall powerfully built a passionate kiss. Tongue to tongue , as our sweat and spunk drips. Then I rip off his mask, to see my man’s face.

"Tony! Where did you get a cock?!?"

"I didn’t." Tony laughed. "Was I in your dream?"

I was covered in sweat. "How long was I dreaming?"

"Which dream?" asked Liam.

"Tony was fucking me as we danced in Paris."

Tony ran his powerful hands over my back smoothing out my tension. "Kid, I lost my cock eleven years before you were born and no one, least of all two gay men, has been allowed to dance in Paris since twenty years before I was born."

"Dreamies take their form from the dreamer." said Liam. "You’ve just grown fond of Tony.’

I blushed, and not just my face, it ran all the way down my chest and belly, I even felt my backside grow warm.

"Your ass looks so pretty when you blush Robin." Tony said as he ran his big powerful hands over my cheeks.

"Okay pretty Robin red cheeks," Liam said, "tell me how your body feels now that you’ve been through seven dreamies."

"I’ve only been through two dreamies, haven’t I?"

"You’ll not remember many of the dreamies." said Liam. "That’s a big part of why only licenced therapists can use them. They warp memory."

"Will I become addicted?" I was scared!

"No kid," said Tony.

"We’d never let that happen to you." said Liam, as he rubbed me to comfort me. "We’d never let anyone hurt a kid." They kissed me, Tony kissed me on the ass, them blew on me suddenly making a braack sound.

"Now Robin," said Liam firmly, "how does your body feel?"

"Hungry mostly, wait something funny is stuck on me."

"Where?" asked Liam.

"Down here between my legs. Oh wait, that’s my package."

"That’s weird, why does it feel so .....ugh?"

"The training ring," said Liam, "Soon you won’t perceive your genitals as a legitimate part of yourself."

"By the time you’re nulloed," said Tony, "you’ll be overjoyed to be rid of them."

"Tony," said Liam as he extended the table, "as we’re sexual surrogates here to teach this fine lad the hottest facts of life, hop up here on the table and let him explore a nullo’s crotch."

As soon as the table has locked into place Tony hopped into place.

"Take a good look at the rose and the rosebud." said Liam. "When was the first time you saw a nullo undressed? Not in a photo or TV, in daily life."

"My parents died on an asteroid when I was three. My grandparents took care of me until I went to middle school, both my grandads were intact."

"All four of your grandparents raised you?" asked Tony.

"They lived in the same college town, I had two houses that were home. But they got ill, they were all in their forties when they became parents, and Mom and Dad were older than most new parents. So I was sent to live with my father’s younger sisters, by his father’s second wife. He went back to my grandmother after their mother died in a car wreck."

"So you saw your first naked nullo in middle school?" ask Liam.

"Yeah, some of the guys were nulloed and they make you shower together, and swim class is in the nude. Other stuff too. Most of the coaches were nulloed, or had a vagina. Seeing a huge hairy muscular naked man with nothing between his legs was a shock."

"They separate you from the girls and make you sent time naked with other boys to encourage homoeroticism." said Liam.

"When you went to summer camp you were nude most of the time right?"asked Tony.

"Yeah, the make you sleep together nude and play kissing games, and then there’s masturbation class. Which was fun, but I wanted to swim, play baseball, and do Arts&Crafts."

Liam and Tony laughed.

"A lot of kids were nulloed or castrated, and so were a lot of the counselors, some of them were stubbed, or had vaginas, or a cock and a vagina. That were they teach you that the Waning Crescent Moon means nulloed, Mercury means both cock and cunt, Venus means a guy with a cunt, Mars means a cock with no balls, Saturn means stubbed, and Jupiter means intact fully stocked."

"That’s the drill," said Liam," Which nullos impressed you?"

"Well Coach Roberts was impressive. He always seemed to find an excuse to be nude. Was he trying to make it easier on the nulloed boys?"

"Yes,’ said Tony, "there’s a movement to have all adolescent boys taught in the nude throughout all school hours, with only male teachers."

"What impressed you about Coach Roberts?" asked Liam.

"He so beautiful, butch, muscular, and he moved like a cat. That and the fact that he was naked most of the time and he seemed comfortable in his skin. He could stand naked among clothed people and not seem even a little nervous."

"Would you like to be like him?" asked Tony.

"Well yeah."

"Let’s look at Tony’s crotch." said Liam. "Now as I said before, here is the rose and the rosebud."

The rose was Tony’s anus, odd how anyone could have a pretty asshole. The rosebud was his peehole.

"Can I touch you?"

"That’s what we’re here for kid." said Tony. "Our job, or at least part of it, is to let you explore our bodies and help you explore yours."

"After the initial treatments we’ll spend less time with you." said Liam, "but we’ll be ready to make love to you as you feel you need us."

I was so happy I hugged Tony. Then I smelled him deeply.

"Do I smell tasty kid?" asked Tony.

"Yes," I said, "you smell male, and your soap is sandalwood, balsam, and jasmine."

Tony laughed.

"Can I touch your peehole, your rosebud?"

Tony smiled and nodded.

"Unlike early nullos, Robin, Tony’s ureter is vaginated." said Liam. "So is mine and yours will be too. He’s safer from urinary tract infection than normal males and you can fingerfuck him."

I looked at Tony’s rosebud and I licked it. I don’t know what came over me but it tasted so good. I licked and kissed Tony’s rosebud tasting my first man.

I stuck a finger into Tony’s rose.

"Reach gently up and forward." said Liam as he stroked my back and ass. "Tony, like most modern guys has a large and very sensitive prostate. Enjoy rubbing it. Use more fingers."

I fucked beautiful butch Tony with my fingers and tongue. And he sweated and moaned.

"Oh kid, you are a talent!" moaned Tony.

I licked and sucked and fingerfucked hot Tony. Oh the smell was heaven.

Liam kissed and nibbled the back of my neck.

I felt a lovely tightness in the muscles of my hips and thighs. I came hard. My moans mixed with Tony’s as he came. Shooting salty cream all over my face.

When Tony stopped pumping, Liam undid the strap holding me, took me in his arms, and licked my face. Then, we kissed, our tongues covered in Tony’s spunk.

Tony, pulled me up toward him, and Liam, Tony, and I, hugged, kissed, and licked each other.

Liam ran his fingers through my hair and said, "Well Tony, does the pupil get a gold star for the first day?"