BY Janet Jaeger

Had he not happened to run across it in the bottom of one of those never opened drawers in the back of his closet, it might have been another 300 years until someone found it. Dylan Hunt sat on his bed and inspected the small electronic device and the collection of tiny iridescent disks included with it. It was a personal, portable holographic player. Something every High Guard cadet HAD to have, and something that when you actually were assigned to a ship, you had no time or inclination to use. Ships had larger devices for messaging and entertainment. Still Dylan felt an urge to check out what he had found so DAMN exciting when he was a young man.

The device generated a hologram into whatever space you desired. Your own personal space. It was as if a group was performing live in your own room, and there were even interactive possibilities. He flipped through the dozen or so disks and scowled at the names of rock bands whose music he had forgotten. There was a pas de deux disk; he couldn’t remember if his mother had given that to him or if he got it to impress some girl. He didn’t think he wanted ballet dancers in his bedroom tonight no matter how tight the guys bodies were, or how cute the girls looked in their tutus. He cursed the fact that he had no porno disks. The last disk was simply labeled, "ME."

It took him a while but he remembered producing the disk his final year at the academy. It was part of a course in electronic media and was to prepare you to having your image beamed across space. If you cared enough to not want to have ‘uber-you’ didn’t come off with bad posture or annoying habits, you had to practice. This disk was part of the project, but he couldn’t remember which one it was. He slipped the disk into the player, directed the projection tube toward an empty space in his room and sat back to watch the show.

His first thought was that he had never been that young. His second was that he sure was a hunk. The young Dylan had longer hair; loose and sun-streaked it brushed on his shoulders. His body was much more muscular and had a golden glow of a tan. He wondered if he had waxed his chest. Now this young man was standing there, motionless in his room. It was a little scary, coming face to face with yourself.

The image reminded him a lot of the A/I that Ryan had had Harper build for him when he became captain of his own ship. Harper had always joked that the A/I looked like Dylan on nano-steroids but he hadn’t realized it until he had seen his younger self again.

He hit the play button and the character started to move and talk. "Hello, I’m Dylan Hunt. I am here. . .

Suddenly it dawned on him. It was a test disk he had made to see if he could create a hologram that his then girlfriend could take with her on her on space voyages. They had broken up before he had a chance to give it to her. That would however, explain the low cut shirt and the tight leather pants, and if he remembered right, it was going to get a lot more explicit.

"Welcome, Dylan," he began the interactive mode, "I’m . . . I . . . Tyr." He was afraid if he told the hologram he was Dylan the interactive software might not be able to cope with the sameness. Tyr wouldn’t mind if he borrowed his name for a few minutes.

"I’m here for your entertainment. Just lie back and enjoy."

"That is exactly what I am going to do. . ." Dylan thought.

Music rose and the hologram began to remove his clothes doing a slow sexual dance. The shirt unbuttoned, slipped off and was tossed into the air, where it disappeared. He watched intently as the pants did the same. He noticed that the hologram had a hard-on that was visible under his boxer briefs. He noticed that he had a hard-on that he could feel under his boxer briefs. Perhaps he too should strip down, it would be more comfortable.

He’d thought about trying to have sex with Ryan’s A/I but when Ryan was around there was no need to bring in a third party. He missed the little guy and wondered where he was in the huge universe and what he was doing now.

"Are your hands running over your body? Are you feeling your breasts and rolling your nipples between your fingers? Are your hands ready to go to that special spot and join me . . . ?" His young holo-self was babbling away.

No, this hadn’t been part of his homework. He was sure every cadet made at least one of these disks. This young cadet was exciting, even if was a little strange to be getting hard watching yourself.

He adjusted the projection so that his bed was within the performance area. He knew there was an interactive process involved with these disks, but could not remember how far such technology had gone. At worst he would get a closer look at the young man’s well-pumped and rock hard body.

When the image looked at him and asked him what he wanted next, he suggest that it come and sit beside him on the bed. He was shocked when it joined him at his side. He knew that if he lifted his hand and tried to place it on the image’s thigh, his hand would pass completely through; but its presence was there for him to imagine.

"You are very beautiful." The image looked him directly in the eye and smiled. It moved closer, it was almost as if he could feel its lips brushing his, kissing his, parting his with its tongue. This was more than just his imagination. He could feel hot breath on his face and watch eyelashes move.

Its hands moved over his body. The strokes were strange, cupping his breasts and running along the sides of his waist. Then he realized that the image was making love to a woman. It would not take the time to explore his abs or the line of his flank. Dylan reached his hand and caught the waistband of the images undershorts. He swore he could feel the elastic stretch. It was surprising how advanced the technology was in those times and how much it had regressed during the fall.

"Ah, you want them off." He image rose and removed his underwear. He was still wearing a purple thong.

"Either I was very prudish or the world’s biggest tease." Dylan thought.

"Shall I go further?"

"Of course. I want to see you naked."

"And hard."

"Of course."

"Do you want to suck my cock?"

"I thought you’d never ask."

* * * * *

"Oh, my god!" It was a simulation but Dylan had never experienced anything like it. He could feel the rock hard cock in his mouth, smell the scent of his own musk, experience the pulse of his own orgasm and taste his own cum.

"You’re good. Now let me do you."

This my friend is going to be a little difficult. I’m not sure you are programmed to do what you need to do with me." Dylan thought. But it was worth a try. It would be interesting to see exactly how adaptable the programmers had been when they created his image.

Its hands pulled down his boxer-briefs and it lowered its head to his crotch. He expected it to stop when it encountered his penis but it continued placing a trail of kisses down from his navel to the hair that surrounded it. Perhaps it had been programmed for the unlikely coupling with a Perceid. That had to be the explanation for its not being shocked by the presence of a hard throbbing penis. Dylan gasped as the image took his cock into his mouth and began tongue movements that he had always wished someone would perform on him.

He realized that every thing the image did was as if he were doing it himself. Stock programs had been used to create the basic actions, but he had been able to tweek it and add his own personal touches. The image would use his favorite techniques and rhythms. It would touch him the way he longed to be touched. Sure he could masturbate but he had never quite figured out how to suck himself off – and now he didn’t have to. He loved it when it ran the point of its tongue in the groove at the base of the head of his circumcised penis, a moved he had tried with Tyr whose genetic engineering had left him without a foreskin. Tyr never seemed to get the hang of it to try it on him. "Hang of it" he chucked, "It’s not hanging tonight, it’s sticking straight out."

The next progression left little doubt that the image had been programmed for the hermaphroditic Perceids as its fingers began searching for an opening that did not exist. It was persistent and probing and was creating some pressure on the prostate that was right under the skin at that level.

"I’ve got my period. Can we do it in the ass?" Dylan had had to think fast. He was not prepared when the hologram lifted up, kissed him gently, rolled him face down on the bed and swatted him hard on the ass.

"Where did the lube come from?" He thought. He could feel the fingers spreading it on him, carefully kneading his cheeks and poking gently into him. So that is what he felt like. No wonder Harper liked it so much.

"I don’t use that move any more, but I remember it now. Have to start using it again." It was amazing that some of his sexual techniques had changed over the years. He liked the way the hologram lifted up his hips and hooked his hands under his stomach, pulling him onto its penis. Of course, it knew the soft and sweet spots and they both came far too quickly. He wondered how long it took a hologram to become hard again.

* * * *

Despite the fact that the image cuddled itself next to him, there was no post-coital conversation. He probably didn’t talk as much when he was younger, preferring the sex act alone. Dylan tried to tease and joke, but the image didn’t really respond. He ran his hands along its torso and was delighted when both penises began to respond. He longed to bury his cock in . . . "Jez, Dylan that is getting a bit kinky."

It didn’t work. He swore he had applied enough lube . . . but when he pushed his cock on the tight-ringed anal opening it would not open.

"Oh shit, I had been a virgin. I’d sucked guys off, fucked a couple but it wasn’t until what was it . . . three . . . four . . . five years later that I let one of the crewmembers fuck me. I was a tight-assed little prick. It’s a wonder this image didn’t turn around and deck me. I wonder if I asked it to suck me off again if it would bite."

His right hand was slick with lube, but he reached over with his left and turned off the holographic image. The older Dylan was a little wiser and a lot gentler. He liked the feel of the hand with which he had found comfort then and now.

* * * * *

He had not expected to see anyone when he pulled on his gym shorts and walked down to the galley for a drink. Sex always made him thirsty and for some reason tonight he craved a fruit drink and not scotch. Tyr was pacing the floor. Dylan knew that look. The Nietzschean had not been able to sleep. Often times a night like this would produce a knock on his door, even more often he suspected Harper would have a similar visit. Tyr knew what brought him sleep.

"Sorry, Tyr, no can do tonight. If I had known, but . . .

"I know, Captain Hunt, you have been engaging in self pleasuring again. I can always tell by the smile on your face that you have experienced what you believe you do better than anyone else in the universe." He winked. "The talented fingers of Dylan Hunt."

"Very perceptive. But tonight I had a little help." A lightbulb flashed in his head. "You know, Tyr, I think I have just the thing to insure a good night’s sleep. Come down to my room and I’ll show you how to use it."

It was simple technology – well over three-hundred years old.

"I was surprised that it not only works, but it works well. I think it will be of use to you."

He handed Tyr the player and the disk and showed him the adjustment on the projection arm.

"Only one thing, Mr. Anazasi."

Tyr’s eyes as grew wide as Dylan’s smile.

"You’re going to have to let him be the top."

Janet

June 23, 2003

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