Human Touch

Lieutenant Luke Lester looked out of the ship's porthole by his bed and saw stars streaking by. Suddenly home seemed so much further away.

'Home'. What does that mean anymore? Here he was on board Starlight, a ship built by the T'aal, searching for a new planet to live. He knew that in very short order he had to quickly forget what 'home' meant to him and that included the word 'Earth'.

Luke got up and pulled on his uniform. The snug alien material left nothing to the imagination but it kept him warm and it allowed flexibility like nothing he had ever worn before. He looked at his crew mate, naked and fast asleep on his bed, and for an instant he wanted to lean in and give him a kiss before he left for his duty, but he held back.


After over a year in deep space, left of darkness and right of nowhere, the crew had found ways to keep themselves from total despair and that meant sleeping with each other. It didn't start out quite like that. In the beginning it was just part of their training. In the four years preparing for the mission everyone was taught the necessary techniques to keep morale high on board a ship that was likely not going to return to Earth for years. This meant being able to help your fellow crew mates ease off sexual tension. Luke remembered how nervous he was during the sex module when he had to give another man a blowjob. And that was just the first class.




During their first few months on board the Starlight no one thought they'd need to put those lessons to use. Then their spirits were high, thinking that they'd come upon a suitable planet in a matter of months. Everyone did their duty with enthusiasm believing that the next announcement over the comm would be that they'd found themselves a new home. But when the months wore on, the crew started pairing off looking for some needed human contact.


Luke smiled when he remembered how Lieutenant James Hox, now snuggled up in his bed, came to his duty station last night and just sort of smiled at him.


"Where's your quarters?" said Hox with a glint in his eye.

Luke was realigning some conduits at the time but the moment he realized what the officer was asking, he could no longer concentrate.





"Deck 18, B409," he said, trying hard not to seem too eager. He realized that it was a silly, even archaic human trait but he wanted to play it cool and perhaps a little coy.

"I'll see you at 1800 then," said Hox and he walked off.


Luke's hands trembled as he finished the rest of his shift. He couldn't wait for it to be over. This wasn't the first time he was propositioned but he had always found an excuse. Now he wondered why he ever said no.


By 1805 the two officers were already naked and kissing each other passionately in bed. Kissing another man was something he'd never learned in training, but it felt surprisingly nice. Maybe he was just horny. Maybe he was just feeling lonely and needed another warm body to hold. Right now, he didn't care. And as soon as he stopped analyzing everything, Luke felt more relaxed to enjoy himself.


James Hox was clearly the dominant one that night and Luke didn't fight it. James pinned him down and explored the younger man's body; biting his nipples and kissing his naval. Luke closed his eyes when he felt James' mouth on his penis. It felt so warm, and wet. He moaned when James lifted his semi-erect cock with his tongue and slurped it into his mouth. James really knew how to work that tongue of his. By the time it was flicking over Luke's anus he knew that he was eager and ready to let another man inside him. And he was entered, a few times that night. They tried positions that Luke didn't know he could do and he was pleasantly surprised to find out how nimble he actually was. The hours went by quickly and the two men were both spent and drifted into deep sleep, the deepest Luke had ever had since their voyage.


Now, standing over James' sleeping form Luke entertained thougths of further intimacy with this very handsome man. That was until he realized that last night could have just been part of his crew duty and that it should mean nothing more than just helping a fellow officer out.


James pulled up his boots, took one last look at James and left his quarters for his duty shift.