Eden One - part 2

The dried leaves and grass crunched under their boots as Stone and H’loor walked deeper into the forest. Stone, true to his training was looking around cautiously and reacted to every sound around them. H’loor, on the other hand, was watching the screen on his scanner intently and only looking up once in a while to see where he was stepping.

“Have you been to this planet before H’loor?” asked Stone as he stepped over a large tree root.

“We don’t normally visit other worlds Lieutenant, we just travel to chart the stars and find the resources we need,” said the T’aal without looking up.

“But you visited Earth.”

“Yes, and there are still some of our people who think that it was a mistake.”

“Yeah, I heard.”

“I am not one of them though,” said H’loor realizing how his words came off.

“I’m glad,” replied Stone flashing him a quick smile.

“We should head towards that clearing up ahead.”

“Actually, why are there still T’aal who feel uncomfortable with humans?” Stone asked as he faced his scanner towards their destination. “You have lived among us for nearly forty years, are we really that difficult to like?”

“It is not a matter of liking George, you know that,” H’loor said as he showed Stone the readouts on his scanner. “Making contact with Earth wasn’t something that we normally do. We travel the galaxy looking for what we need from either lifeless planets or dead moons. We almost never land on inhabited worlds or make any form of contact.”

“Yes, yes, I’ve read all about this from the archives; all about how you scanned our world for ore and found that Earth’s core was destabilizing,” said Stone and acknowledged the readout with a nod. “But what made you break protocol and land?”

“It wasn’t just to save humanity,” said H’loor and waited for a reaction from the human.

“Yeah, I know. The sooner you get us off the Earth, the faster you’d be able to mine the core.”

“I’m surprised,” said H’loor. “There are some humans who feel uncomfortable talking about this.”

“Well, I’m not one of them then,” smiled Stone. “In any case, once the core destabilizes and the planet dies we won't be able to live there anymore, so I don’t really mind you breaking up my backyard.”

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The forest was quiet aside from the odd chirp and squeak that Lieutenant Jacques Murel thought must be the planet's wildlife. Before leaving the ship they were told that preliminary scans of the planet surface revealed that there were many small lifeforms moving in clusters. His training as an army reserve personnel back on Earth, before he joined this mission, clicked in and he moved cautiously and quietly through the woods. Once in a while, he could hear Lieutenant Sparr behind him and he resisted telling the geologist to keep it down and to stop touching everything he sees.

“Dave, there's a rock formation up ahead, maybe we can get a better look at the terrain from there,” said Murel.

The two men climbed the rock surface with Murel leading the way. “Looks like this forest stretches on for hundreds of kilometers,” said Murel looking out and shielding his eyes from the green glare of the planet. “We should chart what we can and give the next landing party the coordinates to continue where we leave off.”

“I don't think we can get much more on foot,” continued Murel trying to see as far as he could from his vantage point. “We're definitely gonna need a scout ship to get a better...”

Murel looked backed down at Sparr standing on a rocky ledge just below him and realized that he wasn't paying attention. “Dave, what the hell's wrong? Are you listening?”

“Sorry Jac, yeah, I am. Please continue,” said Sparr who started blushing.

“Oh man, you were looking at my cock! Damn it, you need to learn to focus.”

“I'm sorry, we were, you know, supposed to play last night and I was looking forward to it, that's all.”

“What is it with you and sex? We've got a job to do here, and oh my god you have a hardon! Damn it, Dave!”

“Can't I just touch it? Just for a sec?” pleaded Sparr. “I know that you've been avoiding Crew Contact since we started this mission, don't you wanna just get some release?”

Murel looked at Sparr's pleading eyes and felt oddly touched. Here was a man who had obviously been checking him out and smitten with him, and all he wanted was to get close. Murel also knew Sparr was right, he had not gotten any action since they went into space. Murel crouched down, reached out and stroked the other man's face.

“You're really boosting my ego here,” Murel said, smiling. “Okay, okay, just make it fast.”

Sparr looked away as if embarrassed but when he looked back at Murel his eyes showed his pent up lust. He held out his hand and felt Murel's low hanging balls, feeling it's weight with his palm and exploring the texture of the skin with his thumb. For a moment Sparr wondered how much cum this heavy pouch must contain. Murel's cock started to extend and his cockhead peeked out from under it's thick hood.

“You have no idea how beautiful your cock is Lieutenant,” smiled Sparr who noticed that Murel's eyes were closed and his breathing was getting heavy. As he massaged the meat, gently tugging back the foreskin, pre-cum started to leak from the eye of the penis. And to Sparr's delight the clear, sticky nectar didn't stop flowing.

“Oh shit,” hissed Murel enjoying the warm touch of a hand that obviously knew the way around a man's cock. He sucked in air through his teeth when he felt Sparr's fingers reach behind his balls and gasped softly when Sparr slurped his cock into his warm mouth.

Dave Sparr's tongue rolled over the entire cockhead inside his mouth and then paused to feel frenulum on the underside of the head making Murel moan louder. Murel's cock continued secreting pre-cum on Sparr tongue and he let the juice collect in his mouth before lacquered it back on the inflated bulb.

There was a rustle behind them and true to his training Murel was snapped back to alert mode.
“What was that?” he whispered to Sparr, who let go of Murel's meaty cock and a trail of pre-cum dribbled from his mouth.

Sparr drew his blaster and turned to check, moving closer to the source of the sound.

“Dave, wait,” said Murel as he climbed down from the rocks, but the other man had already walked behind some thick bushes.

Murel jumped off the rocks, pulled out his blaster and ran behind Sparr. When he caught up with him, he turned Sparr around holding his shoulders.

“Don't do that again! There's protocol to be...”

Before he could finish he realized that Sparr was pointing at something. Murel looked to the direction he was indicating and felt Sparr pulling closer to him with his arms around his waist.

“Oh my god...” whispered Murel.