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happened when he stroked himself in the privacy of his own room.
    “Hey, Anderson,” Bobby said excitedly, about the time Anderson had found the placement of the prostate and was tracing the gland on the screen with his fingers, wondering what practical purpose a bundle of erogenous nerves would have so deeply buried in the rectal orifice. It wasn’t particularly easy for a man (because the nerves were only present in males) to access those nerves on his own.
    “What did you find?” Anderson looked up, and what was playing on the personal vid screen Bobby held up made his mouth go dry.
    “Oh,” he said softly. “That’s what sex looks like.”
    He’d known the basics. Even before the files were released, he’d understood that people took off their clothes and that girls had a vagina and a uterus meant for procreation.
    Much like the prostate, he hadn’t understood why the erogenous areas would be placed so deep in the body. He hadn’t realized that males had a tab that was meant to fill every slot.
    “Why is she putting her mouth on it?” Kate asked, and it wasn’t Anderson’s imagination. Her voice was breathy and soft when normally it was analytical and matter-of-fact.
    Bobby tilted his head and looked speculatively at her. “I think… I think it would feel rather nice, don’t you, Anderson?”
    Anderson thought of Bobby’s mouth on his penis, and his entire body flushed hot and cold, and, sure enough, his groin grew full and ached fiercely. “I think it would feel outstanding ,” he muttered hoarsely. “If you two could, uhm, excuse me for a moment?”
    He’d read a list of words for what he was about to do—words he’d actually heard in the schoolyard but whose definitions he hadn’t known the specifics of.
    Whacking off, beating off, spanking the monkey, varnishing the pole, smacking the salami, jerking the chain, yanking the snake, lubing the lizard, tickling the pickle, choking the chicken, etc., etc., etc.
    Now that he’d spent a couple of months “waxing his rocket,” he knew how long it would take and how quickly he could clean up and be back with his friends, talking about this new and interesting influx of information.
    He was in his bed, his cock (that was a new word, courtesy of the new information) in his fist, when Bobby and Kate violated their programming and did something that real friends might do instead.
    Or maybe just Anderson’s friends.
    They violated the rule of standard deviation and intruded. They were quiet—he was barely aware that they were there, watching, as his pre-come (another good word to have) spurted over his fist. This time, because they were stealthy, he ignored them, continued to stroke, continued to squeeze, became lost in the sensation, and, when the fabulous, amazing, tremendous pressure built up, allowed himself to groan out loud as he came. (And he loved what that word had come to mean. Came, came, came, coming, come! Auuugghhhhhh… God… Come! )
    When he was done, he lay there, panting, before taking a cloth he’d been keeping by his sleep hammock and started to wipe himself off.
    “How was that?” he asked hoarsely. “Like the videos?”
    “Better than the videos,” Kate said, her voice throaty. He looked up, expecting to see her customary scowl, and saw that she was staring instead at his limp, shining cock. She met his eyes unhappily. “Bobby said you wouldn’t appreciate my help with that.” Kate looked away, which was unusual as well. She was the forthright member of their group—the moral center. Anderson had made her that way, and he appreciated that she was blunt and strong and open. “That’s too bad.”
    Anderson looked at her and felt bad, and then looked at Bobby, whose gaze was fastened hungrily on Kate’s face.
    “Bobby would probably like the help,” he offered, and Bobby turned red.
    Kate turned to Bobby, her expression soft. She was older than the two of them, built tall and strong, with proud breasts and solid