Time Traveling in the Buff

The technician assisting me with my time travel adventure today looks good enough to make me reconsider my trip. He’s wearing scrubs and the cut of them makes his biceps pop. There’s a thick vein running down the top of his left one and then onto his forearm.

“Please state your name.”

“Cole Hadden.” My voice shakes a little. There’s no reason to feel nervous. If anything goes wrong, I can just tap the iso-transfer pad embedded underneath the skin of my right forearm and I’ll be back to 2196 instantly. So even though there is no danger, I can’t shake that feeling that comes from the start of a transgression.

“Age.” The technician stays focused on his tablet. His thick black hair juts out naturally and it bounces a little as he shifts his gaze around the form.

“Twenty-five.” The age requirement for sexual time travel is eighteen. For regular time travel, families and school groups make trips. In middle school, we visited the Ganges River Valley in 3,500 BCE. Our high school trip was to the Pacific coast of South America in 500 BCE. Of course, we all wanted to go to places in the historical record such as the famous empires: Mayan, Roman, Mongol. The government regulations strictly prohibit anyone without a professional license from traveling to time periods and places that could have an impact on historical development. Even though we had to “settle” for less well known destinations, the trips were a blast. And in the last ten years the subconscious translation iso-transfer has become far more accurate. So when you listen and talk with people in the past, you can understand almost anything and your speech comes out in their language, including accent and dialect. You still have to be careful about idioms, but if you get into trouble, you are just one touch away from activating your return.

“You’ve read the Rules Agreement, correct?”

“Yes.”

The technician looks up from the tablet for the next question. He gives me a serious look and his eyes remind me of a puppy. He’s not so good at being serious, but he tries.

“You agree to the rules covering the consent of your hosts?”

“Yes.”

“I am required to remind you will be barred from all time travel providers and possibly subject to criminal liability if you violate the consent rules or abuse your power as a time traveler and that you are obligated to conceal all aspects of your identity in the year 2196. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” I shift in my chair. Sure, I’ve had fantasies about convincing the people of the past of my own divinity — a sex god in particular. But I knew how deeply wrong that would be.

“Alright, good. So, you chose fourth century northern Europe, July 14th. The coordinates are 53.703820 and 11.494955.”

“That’s it.” This part of northern Germany features a lot of sex cults around the fourth century. Possibly their origin is connected to the Vikings, whose orgies made it into the historical record.

“Ok. And confirming that you will encounter a masculine, male-identified, group.” The technician gave him a small smirk, apparently intended for his comfort.

“Absolutely, yes.” I give him a hard stare.

The technician glances sideways for a moment and then says, “I visited a group similar to this one. Our travel planners found it a bit earlier and a hundred miles to the east. You’re going to have a spectacular experience. You won’t even remember what it’s like to wear clothes by the end of it.”

I smile. “Thanks, it’s my first one. But I know it will be one of the most exciting things I’ve ever done or could even imagine.”

The technician slowly nods. “Also, keep in mind what they told you in the training about it being a bit rougher than you’re used to.”

And that is the reason I am doing this. Sex these days has become too comfortable. Everyone has their usual after-room sex groups, supportive and lovely, but rarely thrilling in the way you get from actual danger. And all the technologies of morph gel to surround and penetrate you can make you hungry for something that feels truly natural.

“Well, Cole, it’s time for your last physical prior to travel. Please undress and put your clothes and belongings into this box. Including any and all jewelry.”

On my previous time travel trips, the nonsexual ones, we were given cloaks that would help us to generally not look strange if we somehow got lost and encountered people from the past. It is somewhat costly to produce clothes that match the destination and so for the sexual time travel trips, it’s an option to go naked. That’s what most people on these trips opt for. It works for me because I love being naked anyway.

Giddy with anticipation for the trip, and with this stud of a technician, I’m not feeling shy. I strip quickly and fold my clothes pretty carelessly. The room temperature is only slightly cool, still very comfortable, and my skin tingles as the air from the building’s ventilation breezes over my exposed body. Just being naked gets me horny and my cock tingles. I hope that the technician won’t be suspicious.

“Ok, the current scan is showing you at 5’10” and 160 pounds. It looks pretty good. Excellent musculature.”

But when he glances at my cock, the technician raises an eyebrow and says, “Have you taken any sexual enhancement infusions?”

Fuck. He has noticed. “I think I’m still within the amount in the rules.”

“Dude,” the technician now simply stares at my member. “You are going to freak them out.”

I regard my dick. The girth has expanded to beyond what I would be able to fit my hand around. The head of my cock looks particularly bulbous, more of a mushroom shape than it usually is. And, to top it off, I am so excited by the anticipation of this experience that precum glistens at the tip.

Before I know what’s happening, the technician grabs my cock and gives it a squeeze. More precum oozes out and he rubs it on the glans. I shudder involuntarily as electricity shoots through me.

“Whoa.” I lose my balance a little.

The technician chuckles. “You are pushing it.”

Yes, I had an infusion. How could I not do everything I could to maximize this experience? People pop sexual infusions all the time and there are no legal limitations. It’s one of the reasons why our social and sexual behaviors are so enjoyable for all. Every time you go to an after-room with your sex group, we all want to be able to go for multiple rounds with amplifications and nerve sensations that you can’t even believe are possible. I do admit that for time travel it’s different and that amplifications could come across as something that could “freak out” your host group. I thought that my latest infusion wouldn’t start its effect until after I’d made the jump back to the fourth century.

“Sorry,” I said, “Please let me take the trip. I’m naked and ready to go.”

“That you are.” He smiled at me. “Alright, it’s in the upper range but not actually in violation. You can go through that door and into the travel chamber. I’ll see you in what will be just a few seconds for me but as long as you want on your side of the experience.”

He’s gesturing to the door on the far side of the room and I walk over to it. As I grab the handle, I say, “Thank you. I owe you one.”

“When you get back, we’ll work something out.” He winked.

“You can count on it,” I smile.

I enter the chamber and the door seals shut behind me. The chamber itself is pretty simple, just a circular pad in the middle of the room. Underneath that pad, below the floor, the time travel machinery takes up over 2,000 square feet. The circular pad indicates where the machine opens up the thread that connects space-time between the present time/place and the past. The thread is a big cylindrical particle field that transports any living matter whose cells contain the nanotech bots for time travel. Those bots include antiviral and antibacterial cleaners so there’s no way I’ll transport or contract any unwanted microbes. During the training, they said that the transportation phase of the time travel goes so fast you hardly notice it and that the only effect is a small cough that lasts for only a couple minutes when you’ve arrived at your destination.

I go to the center of the room and stand on the mat, like I was instructed in the training. The technician speaks over the sound system, “Cole, are you ready?”

I run my hands over my body and give my dick a little stroke. “I’m ready. See you in a few seconds.”

“Three, two, one.”

Blink.

And I’m in a forest, naked, the sun shining brightly through the canopy of tall trees. It’s a lot warmer here. A bead of sweat trickles down my back and I can feel the wetness resting just above my crack.

I feel a tingle in my chest and cough. My lungs are adjusting to the different quality of air.

According to the training, my host group will be about a ten minute walk to the west. There are four young men swimming in a lake there.

The company does a lot of work to make the sexual time travel trips possible. First the time traveling researchers have to visit and scout around in eras and locations that are not in the historical record. Then, once there, they need to catalog the sexual behaviors of various clans. The cost has come way down since their initial work as the company researchers hone in on particular regions of the world at particular times. Then, after a highly sexualized group of people has been identified, the travel planners take over. The travel planners basically spy on the human group and take note of when sex begins. Some travelers want sex with an individual so the travel planners find someone from a sex positive culture masturbating at a particular time and place. And that particular time traveler would have to be prepared for disappointment if their host does not grant consent. That’s why most travelers are like me and sign up for group sex scenarios.

The travel planners observed these four young warriors fucking each other every which way after their swim in the lake. So my destination time is just a few minutes before that begins. I start walking to the east, careful not to step on any sharp twigs amidst the mulchy forest floor.

I hear them before I can see them. After some laughter, a voice shouts out, “You fool! Stop it!”

The subconscious translation is working well. I tread lightly as I approach the source of the noise and soon I can peek through a small gap in the forest to see the lakeshore. And my hosts. The travel planners showed me pictures of them but seeing them live is a completely different experience. A jolt of excitement courses through me and I find myself massaging my semi-hard cock.

All four of them are there, as promised, standing knee-deep at the edge of the lake. Their naked bodies are fully visible to me, and all four have ample uncircumcised members. Their limbs and torsos are covered in lines of tattoos, dotted and in swirling patterns. I got all my tattoos removed ahead of this trip and stored in iso-transfer so I can have them reapplied when I get back. The travel planners told me it’s too risky to attempt any tattooing at all. The hosts will be able to tell they are inauthentic.

They all have short-trimmed beards, but their goatees consist of long two braids. I grew out some scruff so that I will match somewhat, but the braids were not possible. Sexual time travel is controversial and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. This trip is mostly my own secret.

One of the warriors has black hair, like mine but the other three are dark blond.

They are each physically fit but in different ways. The tallest one is lithe, and has a scar that runs diagonal from his upper left chest down to his waist on his right side. He seems to be the one who leads the group, not just because he’s the tallest. His charming good looks would turn heads even in the cosmetically enhanced crowds of my time. He says to the group, “Let’s get out of the water.”

The other three nod. As they walk up to the strip of sand on the lakeside, the tall one gives his thin long dick a couple yanks.

One of the others, the one with black hair notices this and let’s out a big exhale. The one with black hair has a flickering of chest hair, but not enough to obscure his tattoos. He has more bulk on him, with a bit of curvyness around his waist. His cock is short but almost as wide in girth as my enhanced member.

The other two are difficult to tell apart and could be related. The travel planners don’t figure out that kind of thing unless you pay for additional research. They are not exactly alike, so I’ll call them cousins. The cousins are blue eyed, and that’s wild because in my time blue eyes do not occur naturally. Their faces are sharply angular, even under their beards you can tell they have very strong chins, and this serves to really make their eyes stand out. They each have longer hair than the other two in the group and have to pull it back as it keeps falling into their eyes while they walk through the water back to the beach.

When all four of them reach the grassy land at the edge of the lake, they walk over to their pile of things. The travel planners didn’t include a picture of this and it’s crazy to see. Along with some clothing, they have swords and leather armor. While the others stand and watch, the tall one leans over and reaches into a small satchel. He pulls out a clay bottle with some kind of stopper. He pulls out the stopper and tosses it into the satchel. Then he stands up and walks over to the other three. He tilts the bottle so that it pours into his hand. Then he takes the liquid and rubs it on the smooth chest of one of the cousins. It’s some kind of oil. The other three then hold out their hands and the tall one pours some oil for each of them. The black haired warrior oils up the tall one’s chest and arms. He’s the first to initiate something sexual as he slides his oil coated hand down the tall one’s scarred torso and onto his cock.

Watching this development, my cock springs into action and gets rock hard. Before I’m even thinking of it, I’m stroking. It’s almost time for me to make my entrance. I want them all hard and stroking so that I catch them at the height of their horniness.

I’m expecting the others to oil up their cocks, but to my surprise one of the cousins kneels down and starts sucking the other. The cousin getting sucked starts to flush red in his face. The one on his knees has his back to me, but his hands start to grasp the butt of the guy he’s sucking.

The tall warrior is now hard and his thin dick presses up at an angle against the upper thigh of the black haired warrior and the tip of it brushes against the belly button of his shorter friend. It’s not easy to see from this distance, but I think I can make out the glistening of a line of precum.

From my vantage point, I can just make out the thick hard dick of the black haired warrior dueling on the other side of the tall warrior’s manhood.

All four of them start to moan. They moan together, like it’s a song they sing together but it’s just moaning. It feels ritualized to me.

I look down at my cock and just at that moment a big oozing of precum dripples out and falls on a stick below where I’m standing. It’s time to join my hosts.

My cock is so stiff that despite my nervousness I know that it will be at full mast when I approach them. I walk toward them and I know that I’m making a lot of noise. The cousin being sucked looks in my direction and sees me. His expression turns to alarm. He says, “Fellows, there is a stranger.”

The other three turn toward me. As they each look at me, I can experience the full view of their faces. They are each gorgeous. I can now see that the tall one also has a scar that runs down his right cheek.

Doing my best to be loud but not forceful, I speak: “I mean you no harm. I want to join you.”

My speech feels a little delayed coming out as a result of the subconscious translator. Their reaction makes it clear that I was comprehensible. Their postures relax a bit. The tall one looks down at my organ and he seems to lose his cool for a moment. His lower jaw slackens.

The travel planners assured me that these four do it all, including trading off topping and bottoming for anal sex. So they all know what could be done with me and my snake.

The other three look toward the tall one to make the call. The kneeling cousin has some precum that he’s rubbing on the head of his dick with his thumb.

The tall one says, “Join us, stranger.”

A wide grin spreads on the face of the black haired warrior as I approach them. I get close enough to kiss them both and then I grab the tall one’s cock. My strokes are gentle but firm. The tall one starts to breathe heavily. The black haired warrior kneels down and starts to lick my shaft.

The cousins come over and each one of them starts rubbing one of my nipples.

“We’ve heard of your kind,” the tall one whispers in my ear. “We always hoped that our clan would receive your presence and that the exchange of our seed will bring us triumph for the rest of our lives.”

Another sexual time traveler must have paid a visit that they heard about. I don’t want to break the rules so I say what I’ve been coached to say by the travel planners, “I can offer you nothing except my touch and my enjoyment of your touch.”

“Only touch?” asks the cousin caressing my left nipple.

I clarify for them, “Touch and seed.”

The other cousin moans and that cues the others. I also join the moaning, trying to match their tone and volume. I rub my finger against the tall warrior’s frenulum and he reaches down to lightly massage my balls.

The black haired warrior takes the head of my cock into his mouth. He surprises me by opening up his throat and guiding my cock deep inside his esophagus.

I’m already feeling like I’m getting a workout with this sex in real gravity without the usual help of morphing gel to support and guide my body. Sex in nature requires the activation of all my muscles and I love feeling the strain.

The cousin that hasn’t said anything to me yet now looks deep into my eyes and asks, “May I be the first to receive you?”

I check with the tall warrior and he nods his approval. The black haired warrior releases my cock from his throat. The cousin that wants me to fuck him spits a huge amount of saliva onto his hand and rubs some on my dick. Then he spits again and fingers it into his butthole. He lays back onto the grass and lifts his legs in the air.

Guiding my sloppy dick into his hole, I shake with anticipation. My glans meet the inside of his rim and the silky wave of pleasure runs through me. I then gently push myself into him. He grimaces, face reddening further. The other cousin maneuvers so that he’s right above his fellow blond and then guides his dick into his mouth. The black haired warrior then shifts so that the cousin can suck him off. The tall warrior is now just watching my dick go in and out of his fellow warrior while stroking himself.

I get into a rhythm in my pumping and the tightness of this warrior’s hole is producing a level of suction that I’ve never felt before.

“Harder. Enter him with your full strength.” The tall one orders me. I am so happy I snuck in a dose of sexual enhancement. I give it all I’ve got, pounding this nordic stud so that I can hear the slapping sound of my pelvis against his ass.

“Give him your seed.”

My lower stomach starts to tingle and I’m getting close. The tall warrior approaches me and sticks his finger into my butt as he uses his other hand to massage my perineum. He knows exactly how to hit my prostate and it’s a direct hit. My cum spurts deep into the warrior I’m fucking and I yell out. The four of them match my yell.

I am breathing very heavy now and I wonder if I need to take a break. But the sexual enhancement infusion kicks in and I laugh. I’m good for many more loads and this group is going to want them.