There was no question why Clif was there. He had been recruited actually, asked to be a special aid.
The three men seemed friendly enough and everyone was healthy, intelligent and anxious to get started.
They would be sequestered for a year, perhaps more, traveling in space above the surface of judgment, press and opinions.
Cliff was shorter then the three men but strong for his age. A former gymnast, he had worked to the agency in cryptology. His computer skills would classify him as a geek but he hardly looked like one.
His blond flat top, broad shoulders and thick arms could qualify him for a male model in anybody's opinion.
Cliff was gay. Everyone knew that. He joked about dances, lovers, gay cruises and other things at work..so did others there. Being gay wasn't considered negative at the agency.
Captain Luger, Major LeFeevre and Chief Debrovenik were straight with wives and families. Each had endured serious training over the years. Two were fighter pilots and one an expert in Submarines.
All three had been at the International Space Station for months. One had actually been to the moon.
Clif had not been involved in any space travel. Over the recent months he endured the training and tests that Astronauts did. As far as most knew, he was going on the trip due to his computer skills and encryption knowledge.
The trip was a military one and very little press surrounded their trip similar to the military satellite launchings that had taken place for decades.
Even Clif didn't know their destination, though he suspected at least the Major did.
They would be gone from earth for a minimum of a year everyone was told. But Clif was told the trip could be as long as two or more.
Surviving on a long trip the four knew they would miss wives and families, loose years of their lives, be aware of what was going on thanks to delayed communications but basically create and maintain a new society among the four of them.
Cliff awoke beside Chief Debrovenik. The man seemed adept at what they did the night before if not anxious to engage in the sexual activities that Clif had become well versed over the years.
"Just tell me what feels good" Cliff had said feeling once again like an instructor. Instead he found all three men more of the instructors turning him into a moaning very satisfied sexual partner.
"I never had an attraction to straight men but damn after we get back, I'm going to change". Cliff said stretching. He felt the strong hands slide over his bare back and down to his thigh.
"Well all I can say is that you've never served on a submarine" The Chief said reaching for the younger man's soft penis. It started to grow.
"I always heard stories but thought they were porno fantasies" Cliff said letting his penis respond. "Shit you guys just keep me cumming. I hope I keep you satisfied" he said.
"You have no choice" Chief said in mock threatening voice. Both laughed. It didn't take Cliff long to spit out yet another load. "God was that three or four?"
"Four but who's counting" Chief swung his legs over Cliff's head as he stood to get dressed.
"Was this training or just practice?" Cliff said pulling on the blud overalls. He had no rank insignia on his shoulders like the other three.
"It'll probably be the last test, uh session" before we're up there and horny. Chief's man size butocks flexed as he stepped into his overalls. His hairy chest felt good to Cliff's exploring fingers.
He had been introduced to the job by the Major himself sometime ago. Cliff just stared in disbelief he was being asked to have sex with these three men.
"Let's just say there have been experiments now and then. Drugs that uh diminised the sexual drive affected the men in other ways. Masturbating in space was interesting too, hell it was fun, but uh for long trips like this, they felt something else was needed. We thought about bringing females but issues like jealousy might occur and we all have wives." he explained.
"So..."
"So you guys want a queer boy" Cliff was almost sarcastic
"We want someone qualified in our technology who might not care if there's some intimatcy if we end up going for far longer then anticipated" he said. "Besides you are good looking man" he laughed.
"Uh thanks" Cliff thought about it more and more over the weeks that followed. He even thought of leaving the agency for the type of pay that private jobs had offered him over the years.
It was the Captain who pursuaded him. Cliff watched the man working out in the gym everyone used.
"You'd be good up there helping us work out" LeFeevre said "you know massage and being a gymnast you'd have no problems with weightlessness" he said.
"Thanks, I'm thinking about it. It's kind of weird though the other thing" He said curling more weight then he had previously.
LeFeevre bent over and whispered "It's not like we haven't helped out each other now and then, no big thing"
Cliff hadn't thought fantasies of military men giving each other head, handjobs or even fucking was real.
"You mean?"
"Please Cliff, with all this" he waved at the workout room "the stress up there and just worrying about getting back alive, you think we don't need it?"
"What about the women who've been up there?"
"Even them"
Cliff couldnt' talk to his roommate. Nobody in the agency was safe to consult except their training Doctor.
"So are they serious?" He asked as he stood naked on the scale during one of his examinations.
"Oh yes, does it bother you?" Doctor Mills asked.
"Not sure. I mean the country is still pretty homophobic after all the decades since marriage was legalized and military gays were ok. But this kind of makes me a - - "
"Normal guy, you'll have skills they need in technical areas, you're not jsut being taken to blow them you know" the Doc smiled. "And you're one of the few who's been keeping in shape here. It's not that you're gay, you're unique."
"I guess" Cliff said.
The first session with the Major was odd. They talked for a long time, ate dinner and exercised. The Major asked him to wash his back cause his wife did that at home.
Cliff stood naked in the same shower soaping the man back and front. Then he felt the man's hands returning the treatment. Ciff was surprised to see the mansize penis rock hard when he turned around.
He sucked it not caring if he was supposed to or not and not caring if he didn't go on the trip. But they share the night. Cliff was surprised he was asked to do things that most men wouldn't admit liking.
"Shit did I pass the test?" He asked the Major in the morning.
"Did I?" The Major laughed.
Cliff spent nights with the Captain and the Chief after that night. He knew it was indeed a test. Each man was different. Cliff explored them and let them explore him. He never considered himself a sexually liberal guy though when he was younger he did act like one.
Here he was about to become the sexual whore for three men in outer space. And he was sworn to privacy, no press and no books to write about it for at least 25 years.
The second round wasn't a test. Cliff had agreed and signed a stack of papers, he closed his apartment and put his property in an agency storage unit. He'd miss his pet collie. Already aged, the dog probably wouldn't be there when Cliff returned.
The training began and occasionally when one of the men asked or when Cliff hinted there were sessions or nights that the men repeated or expaned their sexual intimacies.
Cliff relaxed one night when the four of them had a party. He curled up in the Captain's cot while the Major and Chief left the room to another.
"You thought you were going to be the only one?" LeFeevre said. Somehow it made Cliff feel better about himself and his role in space.
He laughed at himself as he began to lick the Captain's nipples something he learned the man loved.
It would be a long trip, longer then anyone hinted. The four men would age like their friends and families did on earth. There were experiments, tests, explorations and a life that the four new would be strained at time.
Cliff ran the workouts, massaged the men, taught LeFeeve how to massage him, engaged in computer tests and tests of unique equipment and software. His encryption skills enabled secret messages to be sent and recieved.
He floated in a seated position totally naked staring out the window at the stars that moved slowly though the craft they were in was actually traveling thousands of miles an hours.
Days, weeks and months past as they moved toward their destination where they would circle and being the journey home to land five years after they left home.
Where they were going was a total secret. And so were their interpersonal interactions during the trip.
Cliff smiled thinking he was living the ultimate fantasy for any gay man on earth. He felt the hand on his floating testicles.
The Major smiled and floated next to him, also naked.
Cliff was about to have another roll in space.