Crew Contact – Honor

A Standalone Story

Lieutenant Latrell Jones spread his legs knowing that the full view of his stunning penis would captivate his crewmate. And it did. Crewman Howie Stephens was mesmerized watching the impressive appendage between the lieutenant's legs come to live.

Slowly the mighty cock uncoiled from its flaccid state and raising its tucked head until it stood up proudly staring at the young crewman. Veins floated to the surface as the foreskin retracted displaying the plump head underneath it.

“My god that's quite a cock you have,” said Howie without taking his eyes off the pulsating meat that continued to lengthen. This was the Crew Contact session that he had been looking forward to the whole week. And his mouth watered as images of how he was going to worship Latrell's cock for the next two hours played out in his mind.

Howie looked at Latrell who was beaming from ear to ear and chuckled nervously. As he stripped off his uniform, Howie had kept his hands over his own penis. Even when he hopped into bed with Latrell, he tried to pull the sheets over his lower body.

“Let me see you,” said Latrell pulling off the sheets and pushing the crewman's hand away. “You know, I have been looking forward to this session too.”

Howie blushed when Latrell moved closer to look at his penis. He wasn't used to such a close inspection and he felt really uncomfortable. Throughout his life, Howie had marveled at big cocks. He knew it was primitive of him to be so hooked on size but he couldn't help it. His fixation, however, had also led him to be bashful of his own measurements. Howie didn't have the length that he considered adequate. Even in its erect state his penis barely reached five inches. Yes he had the girth but that wasn't enough, not for Howie. When it came to sex, Howie had mastered the ability to hide his penis from full view. His tactic was to distract attention by being very good with his mouth. His was determined that his role in sex was giving pleasure rather than receiving it. Often he would polish himself off after his bedmates had left.

“You have a beautiful piece too, you know that right?” said Latrell looking up at Howie.

“Come on, just let me suck you,” said Howie flinching and trying to move away.

“All in good time Howie,” Latrell smiled and lifted Howie's hardon with his fingers. “Do you know how delicious your cock looks?”

“Do you have some sort of weird fetish Latrell?” asked Howie looking a little hurt.

“No more than yours with big cocks.”

Latrell licked the thick foreskin and watched Howie's meat inflate. “Beautiful,” smiled Latrell. “Like a ripe fruit.” He opened his mouth and took the entire organ into his mouth; feeling the texture of the skin with his tongue. Howie moaned quietly and tried his best to banish his thoughts of inadequacy. When Latrell finally let go of the fat organ, it was slick with saliva and it glistened under the lights.

“You have been ashamed of this beautiful meat for too long Howie,” said Latrell. “Tonight I wanna give it the respect it deserves.”

Howie had never moaned and groaned so much in his life, and for the next few glorious hours he let Latrell suck on his cock whichever way he wanted. He was amazed how the lieutenant could, at times, fit both his cock and his balls into his mouth and still pleasure him with his tongue. He was surprised at how good it felt to let go of his inhibitions and let another man attend to his arousal. He even realized what a turn-on it was when Latrell playfully bit down on him.

After he had shot his load into the hungry mouth of the lieutenant, Howie returned the favor and honored Latrell's erection. And when the big and powerful cock was finally between his lips, Howie realized how much he liked the man attached to the meat too.

The T'aal Imperative - Cover Art

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The T'aal Imperative - part 3

“That's wonderful Captain LoQar,” said Captain Jonathan Hunt at the screen on his console. “We shall prepare for your visit.” When the screen flicked off, Hunt turned his chair around and looked at H'loor and Commander Greg Holts.

“Well, gentlemen, it looks like we have a dinner party to plan.”

“Captain, are you sure that the Qormar are trustworthy?” asked Holts. Hunt permitted himself a smile. His second-in-command was always the careful one; checking and rechecking every fact to make sure that both the ship and her crew were not put into unnecessary risk.

“Well, we've got to trust someone,” said Hunt knowing that this was a completely unsatisfactory answer for Holts. And he was tempted to just leave it at that. But he knew better than to frustrate his first officer.

“From what H'loor has told me, the Qormar are reputable merchants and philosophers, and since we have an ample library of literary works to trade for their star maps, I think the we have a good deal on our hands.”

“And the Qormar are renown for their ability to chart trade routes in this sector, it would be wise to have our navigation systems updated,” said H'loor.

“Yes, yes, but why do they need to come on board?” asked Holts who knew that he was outnumbered in this argument. “Can't we just transmit the stuff to them?”

“The Qormar are traders, as such, they are used to face to face dealings,” said the T'aal. “We may come across as insincere if we do not practice their trade customs.”

“In any case, commander, you have a party to set up in four hours,” smiled the captain.

Just then Dr. DeSalle's voice came over the comm.

“Captain, I need you to come down to sickbay, immediately.”

…

“I don't know what's happening, but it started a few hours ago and at first I thought it was just Crew Contact run amok but now I'm not so sure,” said Dr. Jean DeSalle looking at Hunt with his eyes wide with concern.

“Calm down doctor, just tell me what's the problem,” said Hunt as he looked around sickbay and saw at least ten men on the beds.

“I've warded ten crew members so far, and reports are still coming in.”

“Is there some kind of infectious outbreak?”

“If it is, I can't tell you how it's being transmitted,” said the doctor standing up from behind his desk and turning on a monitor to show Hunt a readout and display.

“They all come in with the same symptoms, first they feel a compelling urge to have sex... a feverish compulsion, from what they tell me. And whoever they have sex with then catches, what is described as a fever, and goes out to look for sexual gratification.”

“Rampant sexual activity isn't a disease doctor,” said Hunt.

“It is when they cannot do anything but have sex. It seems their minds are so honed into the carnal acts that they cannot think of anything else, or do anything else for that matter. And when they are deprived from it, they seem to lose their ability to function and enter into some sort of a trans-like catatonic state.”

“And what is your course of action doctor?”

“Right now, all I can do is to sedate them, and for those who've already entered into the trans, we can just monitor them. This is the most bizarre case of impulse control disorder I've ever seen.”

“Have you found out how it all started?”

“We're still trying to find patient zero, but captain, as you can see, none of these men are responsive.”

“Is this some sort of widespread neurological imbalance?”

“That's my guess for now, until we can do more tests. But captain, my nurses are now all over the ship bringing people in. So we need to create a quarantine so that the whole ship doesn't get infected.”

“That's going to be difficult doctor. We have the Qormar delegation coming in four hours, we cannot afford to seal off the ship.”

“Well, Jon, you've gotta do something.”

…

Ensign Johan Demitri entered his quarters and was started to see his father there.

“What are you doing here dad? I thought you were on duty.”

“I was... but then I thought of coming to see you,” smiled Lieutenant Commander Nikolas Demitri. “I don't get to see you anymore son.”

“What are you talking about dad? We have dinner nearly every day. And besides, this is not that big a ship,” said Johan who threw his work on his bed and walked into the shower. “Man, this was a really long day, did you need something?” Johan called out from inside the cubicle.

“No, not really.”

“You sound weird dad,” said Johan peeling off his uniform and stepped into the shower.

“I'm just a little under the weather, I guess,” said Nikolas who startled Johan when he found his father standing at the door.

“You should go to sickbay, maybe they can give you something.”

“What I need, I cannot get from the doctor,” smiled Nikolas who wasn't hiding the fact that he was staring at his son's nudity.

“Okay dad, you're freaking me out, what's wrong?”

“Nothing, absolutely nothing,” said Nikolas who started stripping off his uniform and walking into the shower stall.

Johan didn't know how to react. He took a step back and watched as his father squeezed out soap from the dispenser and gently rubbed it all over his eighteen year-old body. His dad's hands felt warm against his skin and his eyes were fired with lust.

“Oh son, I forgot how smooth and soft you were,” grunted Nikolas as he spread the soapy liquid on his son's chest. “I miss our times together, remember?”

Johan did remember. He was very young when he first took his father's cock into his mouth, the onset of puberty was such a wonderful time for experimentation and his dad was right there helping him through it. He could remember the afternoons they would spend in each others' arms just loving each other. That was the time that he felt closest to his father – in bed with sucking each other off. As time progress, they did more than tasting each others' cum and grew more intimate.

“What happened son?” asked Nikolas as his massive hands slid between Johan's thighs and soaped up his balls. “How did we end up drifting apart?”

“I don't know dad, I guess we just did,” Johan whispered as he felt his father's fingers gently rub his anus and sliding back and forth his perineum. “I started seeing Lizzy and you married Peter... I guess we were both, preoccupied,” breathed Johan.

“Look at this son,” said Nikolas looking down at his son's hard cock. “You've got an erection just for your old dad.” He leaned in and kissed him and Johan didn't resist. They moaned into each others' mouths as their hands started to explored the others' body.

Nikolas were soon on the floor with Johan underneath him. The water sprayed down but it couldn't cool down the heat from their bodies. The only thing that separated them was the mixture of soapy water and precum that leaked from both their cocks pressed against their bellies.

“Dad I've missed you,” said Johan between kisses as he gasped for air. He loved how his father's stubble felt against his face and neck. Then, Nikolas pushed himself between his son's thighs, Johan started panting, anticipating what's to come. He opened his thighs allowing his father his prize and felt his father's breath on his rigid penis, hovering, teasing him before finally feeling the hot mouth close over his organ. “Oh god, I've missed you dad!”

On the wet floor with the water still running the pair of father and son moved into a sixty-nine position. Both of them hungry as they sucked on each others' hardon. The sound of the shower could barely muffle the moans that escaped their lips whenever they moved to stimulate different parts of each others' cocks. Johan tasted the familiar precum that flowed from his father's fat cock and for a surreal moment realized that this was the cock that made him and the juice that helped create him.

“Son, I want you to fuck me now,” said Nikolas who had pulled out his son's cock from his lips and the slimy organ was now pressed up against his cheeks. “Just like before.”

Without another word, Johan sat up and moved between his father's legs. He held up his leg with one hand and pressed down the other limb with his other. He looked at his father's expression when he moved in and teased his dad's orifice with his cockhead. As he pushed himself in, he realized how easy it was.

“Is your ass wet with cum?”

“Yeah... Lieutenant Kapoor and his boyfriend, you don't mind do ya, son?”

Johan showed he didn't care by pushing his cock in, and he didn't stop until his entire length was buried inside his dad's ass. He waited for a second to allow his father to appreciate the girth and length of his young hard cock before he started to pound his ass.

The wet slapping sounds excited Johan and he drove his penis in fully and then pulled it out all the way. Johan watched his dad's anus twitch and penetrated him again with one smooth ram. Johan enjoyed the familiar feeling of his dad's ass, it was as if he could remember every ridge and bump inside him. Nikolas reached out with his hand and Johan took it and squeezed it. Johan closed his eyes and focused on the sensations his cock was getting from his dad's anus. He knew he was near, and he knew he didn't want to hold back. He knew that his dad needed to know how much he loved him. And so he shot his load with one last powerful thrust.

Johan was pressed against his dad's buttocks, his face red and the veins on his neck floated up. He finally opened his eyes when the last drop of his semen was safely deposited inside. Johan slumped down on the wet floor, his cock pulsating as it deflated between his thighs. As his balls started to distend and his breathing become less labored, Johan felt his father pick him up and carried him out of the shower.

“I love you dad,” said Johan as he put his hands around his dad's neck and buried his face on his chest.

Nikolas carried his son to the bed and they kissed passionately as the sheets stuck to their wet bodies. Johan started feeling a fever coming on but he didn't know if it wasn't their lust that was fueling his temperature.

“Now son,” said Nikolas turning his son on his belly. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

And for the next hour, Nikolas made love to his son as only a father knew how to.

Crew Contact - Three's A Blast

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This week's story update was late, so sorry about that.

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The T'aal Imperative - part 2

Lieutenant David Sparr pulled on a fresh uniform and rushed out of his quarters. His heart was racing and he felt slightly feverish as he headed to the bridge. He wondered if nearly getting caught fooling around with B'loor was the reason he felt out of sorts, but he shook it off and focused on returning to his post.

The walkway to the bridge was quiet at this time and he decided to make a run to make up for the time he took to get changed. He made a quick turn to another corridor and bumped into Ensign Jesse Kipply.

“Sorry Kipply, gotta run,” he said and walked off before the ensign could say anything.

Kipply just flashed him a smile and headed to his quarters. As he walked he felt his heart beating quickly. He smiled to himself thinking that it must be bumping into the handsome tactical officer that got him excited. But as he continued walking, he knew that it was something else. He touched his own forehead and it felt hot. “Damn, I hope I'm not coming down with something,” he thought.

His quarters was just three doors away but the burning inside of him grew into a yearning and he didn't feel like going back his room. He needed some sort of relief, but he didn't quite know what until he saw Lieutenant Hank Gruff's name on the door. Gruff was part of the security team on Starlight and from what Kipply had observed before this, Gruff was the strong and silent type; never saying more than was necessary and almost never participated in any of the ship's social functions.

Kipply's body started to tingle and the yearning grew stronger, almost overpowering the young ensign. He knocked on Gruff's door and he waited for a few seconds before the lieutenant opened.

“What is it ensign?” said Gruff, his voice suggested that he had been asleep.

Without saying a word Kipply placed his hand on Gruff's massive chest and pushed him back into his quarters. As the doors closed behind him, Kipply started to remove his uniform.

“What do you think you're doing Kipply?” Gruff asked sternly. “This is not the time nor -”

“Hank,” said Kipply looking at the shirtless man as he continued to peel off his tunic. “I need some comfort.”

Kipply pushed Gruff onto his bed and climbed in on top of him. He breathed in the older man's scent as he ran his hands over his torso.

“God you're strong,” Kipply leaned in and smelt his neck and licked his earlobes. Kipply sat up and smiled. “Oh I see you're in need of some comfort too,” he said feeling Gruff's erection forming from under his shorts.

“I'm sorry Jesse, I can't do this right now,” said Gruff, his voice a little softer now.

“Shhh... just let me take care of everything.”

Kipply jumped off the security officer and in one quick move pulled off his shorts. He knelt between the muscular thighs and breathed in the musk. The fever within Kipply grew, and the more he looked at Gruff's fleshy erection, the more he felt the burning inside him.

“Just let me take care of everything,” he repeated and licked the pendulous orbs inside the hairless pouch. He made sure his tongue caressed the underside of his balls and as the sack twitched, Kipply knew he had reached an erogenous zone.

Kipply's saliva trickled into Gruff's butt and Kipply smeared the liquid around the muscular man's anus without a break in his licking. Gruff stopped resisting and opened his legs wider to allow the young ensign wider access. Kipply hungrily engulfed the ample balls and tugged them gently with his lips. As he did this, Kipply's finger found its way into the warm anus, feeling the texture of the ring and the smooth insides as he probed.

The ensign stood up without warning, and watched the lieutenant stare back at him confused and aroused. He found delight in watching someone want him that badly. But more importantly he felt oddly proud of himself for being so forward. Kipply never thought a day would come where he would be bold enough to initiate sex.

“I need you to touch me,” Kipply took Gruff's hand and placed it on his chest. “I want you to feel my body, every inch of me.”

Obediently, Gruff did.

“Feel the smoothness of my skin, touch my delicate body and enjoy me,” said Kipply and he closed his eyes as the rough hand caressed him. When Gruff reached the ensign's pelvis Kipply signed, when his hands closed around his youthful penis, Kipply moaned.

“I'm here for you to enjoy,” said Kipply his eyes still closed. “Every part of me is here, for you, fully.”

Gruff pulled Kipply to him and they kissed. Gruff's hands cupped the younger man's bubble butt and squeezed. He continued to explore the boy's smooth butt as their tongues explored each others' mouths.

Gruff's fingers instinctively dug into Kipply's anus and it felt wet. Gruff pulled away from the kiss and looked at Kippy.

“You've already had sex?”

“Would I be this horny if I did?”

“Then what is this?” asked Gruff holding up his wet fingers to Kipply. He felt a little hurt that he was given sloppy seconds and a little disappointed as well.

“What?” said Kipply looking confused and touched his own butt for confirmation. “I don't know what this is, but it isn't cum besides I've just finished duty,” said the ensign who turned back and kissed Gruff on the neck. “Come on, a hardon is a terrible thing to waste.”

Gruff chuckled. “That's a horrible line.”

“So I'll make it up to you,” Kipply said and pushed his way down the lieutenant's body until he was face to face with his softening penis. Precum beaded on its tip and Kipply licked up every last gooey droplet with the tip of his tongue. Then with his lips, he pushed back Gruff's foreskin, leaving his cockhead fully exposed. “Look at this juicy plum,” said Kippy and he sucked on it.

The sensitive head grew hotter inside Kipply's mouth as Gruff's moans grew louder. In a quick move Gruff pulled the ensign off his throbbing penis and threw him into his bed. “Oh manhandle me Mr. Gruff,” Kipply giggled.

Gruff said nothing and positioned Kipply before mounting him. In an instant Kipply felt the penis pressed against his anus and he relaxed the muscles to let it in. Kipply gasped when the entire organ was fully inside him and he felt Gruff's balls slap wetly against his butt as the older man pounded him.

That night, Gruff deposited three loads into the young man and he would have gone for a forth but his shift was about to start. Showering after Kipply had left, Gruff felt a fever coming on.

Crew Contact – Pleasures of Pain

A standalone story

The high transparent ceilings of the baths made the interior of the room look much bigger than it actually was. Lieutenant Jake Mathers liked the way the room was reminiscent of the bath houses of Earth's past – with a few modern touches of course.

Jake liked the warm humid air as it helped him unwind. That, and the ever helpful hands of a crew mate. Before he had a chance to take off his uniform, sit down and enjoy the water and the heat, Jake sensed the lingering looks of Ensign Tyler Norse sitting nearby.

With a crew of over a thousand people, he wasn't surprised that he had not had a Crew Contact session with the young ensign. In fact, there were many he hadn't had a chance to unwind with. He knew that not all members of the crew on board Starlight were necessarily interested in the exercise. Although they were trained to give a fellow crew mate relief and close contact during their long mission into deep space, there were those who felt that the compulsory sessions were somewhat demeaning. Even in this day and age, there were still those who felt uncomfortable touching another man's penis. What more putting it into their mouths.

Jake knew however, that Tyler didn't carry those thoughts. He knew that when the young man reached over without saying a word and gently stroked his flaccid shaft with the back of his sweaty hand. Tyler smiled when Jake looked up but he didn't stop caressing the organ until it stood up proudly. It was as if the young man knew that he needed it.

When Jake's cock was hard enough, Tyler turned his hand and grabbed it, not so gently this time. Jake felt Tyler's grip tighten around his shaft and his fingers dug into the fleshy meat. Tyler kneaded the cock, feeling the spongy interior firming up and as blood flooded into the erect organ. Jake started to perspire, both from the heat and the attention his penis was getting. He moved to strip off his tunic but Tyler stopped him by grabbing him with his free hand. He shook his head and Jake relented.

Tyler moved between Jake's thighs and spread them further apart. With one hand still choking his penis, Tyler tugged at Jake's balls helping his testicles descend completely to the bottom of the pouch. Jake twitched from the dull pain but he didn't resist.

Even in the dim-lit surroundings Tyler took time to marvel at Jake's genitals – inspecting every fold and every vein and appreciating the aesthetics of it all.

“We might be more comfortable in my quarters,” invited Jake.

“Later,” said the ensign. “I want to drink your cum first.” He smiled, and as if to illustrate his point, Tyler licked the engorged cockhead. “If you're still up to it after that, I'd love to see your quarters.”

Tyler continued to tighten his hold on Jake's cock and would only let go to allow more blood flow into the organ. Jake moaned when Tyler finally took his cock into his mouth. He sucked and sucked, pushing the entire length of the meat into his mouth. Jake felt the back of Tyler's throat and the slick saliva that his mouth produced. Then he felt the boy's teeth as he bit down slowly but firmly on his shaft. When he yelped the ensign let go and continued to suck him with his skilled mouth and talented tongue, but after a while he would bite down again.

Jake realized that this was Tyler's game; pleasure and pain, in a continuous cycle. When the young man was not biting his meat he was tugging firmly on his balls. It was not something the lieutenant was used to at all. But he liked it.

Jake knew that Tyler must have felt his penis pulsate signaling that he was about to erupt because the ensign doubled his efforts. The silky touch of Tyler's tongue and the sharp edges of his teeth fired his arousal and the touch of the younger man's fingers massaging his balls brought him to the point of no return.

Tyler let go of his grip when Jake started to grunt. He could feel his cum explode from the tip of his cock as it shot it's first volley. Jake cried out when the next spurt of his milk left his penis and into the hungry mouth of the young ensign.

When the spasms subsided he looked down at Tyler who was cleaning up every last drop of cum from his now sensitive organ. In fact, Jake couldn't see a single drop of his ejaculate anywhere. All he saw was the movement of Tyler's adam's apple as he swallowed the milk.

Tyler stood up from between Jake's thighs and showed him his erection.

“Now sir, I would like to see your quarters.”

The T'aal Imperative - part 1

“Come on B'loor,” said Lieutenant David Sparr as he caressed the T'aal's muscular arms. “Share and share alike, it's a human custom.”

“You know very well that I am forbidden to do this,” said B'loor. “If my eleven brethren find out there would be serious repercussions.”

“Do you see them around here?” said Sparr narrowing his eyes mischievously.

“You know what I mean Dave.”

“I just want to look at them, you know... I'm just curious,” Sparr said rubbing the alien's massive chest hoping that it would have the same effect to the T'aal as on humans.

“You have all the information you need from your training, and I believe they teach T'aal biology in all Earth schools.”

“But I have not seen them myself, now please, we're all here to learn are we not?”

“Very well,” said B'loor visibly flabbergasted. He reached out his right hand and held out his fingers. As Sparr watched, the fingers started to extend. The pinkish tubes of meat grew and grew until all five digits were sprouting tendrils that were about a foot long.

“Your cocks are beautiful,” smiled Sparr.

“They are not 'cocks', these are my sex organs,” said B'loor as if insulted. “They are called ulok.”

“Whatever you call them, they are making me hard.”

“That's because humans are preoccupied with sex,” said B'loor holding out his other hand and the same happened to his other fingers.

“May I touch them?” asked Sparr but he didn't wait for a reply and started feeling the tendrils. He was surprised how warm they were and as he handled them, the tendrils started to secrete a film of sticky mucus along its entire length. “Tell me again why it's forbidden for you to engage in sex with us again? I sure don't mind you fingering me right now,” Sparr said without taking his eyes off the weighty organ he held.

B'loor backed away and his tendrils started to retract. “I cannot see how this is relevant.”

“Because it is, B'loor,” said Sparr as he grabbed another tendril giving the fleshy stem a little squeeze. To Sparr it felt rubbery, like a long flaccid penis but with a firmer interior. Sparr took the T'aal's hand and move it between his legs. B'loor tried to pull away but Sparr firmly held it there. “Come on B'loor, no one needs to know.”

“And that is how trouble usually starts,” said B'loor, his expression unreadable.

Sparr was about to let go and give up when he felt the tendrils touch his scrotum. His eyes and smile widened when he felt some of them going around his distended pouch and others curling themselves around the base of his hardening cock.

“Now,” said Sparr looking into B'loor's eyes, “refresh my memory, how do these spectacular uloks work.”

“Well, for the T'aal, the ulok, a collective noun, are not unlike the human penis,” said B'loor who didn't turn away from Sparr's gaze. “They enter our mate's body through an abdominal opening and deposit the inoor, our eggs, into our mate.”

“And you can do that with anybody, right?” said Sparr who suddenly flinched when he felt a pinch when the tubes tightened around his genitals.

“The T'aal have no gender, as you know, we can mate with anyone of our species.”

“Only your own species?” Sparr looked down between his thighs as a lone tendril was making its way to his cockhead and started to caress the eye of his penis.

“Our canon of laws prohibit inter-species mating.”

The tendril on Sparr's corona parted the eye of Sparr's cockhead, nudging the lips open with its tip. The tendril began to shrink until it was no thicker than a straw. Then gently, like a snake it burrowed its way in. Sparr gasped as it entered him, deeper and deeper. The sensations made him feverish and he could feel himself flush as the tendril continued its path up his urethra. Sparr held on to B'loor, hugging him in the process, his face pressed against the T'aal's neck.

Sparr let out a startled moan when the tendrils tore off bits of his uniform to gain access to his anus. He sighed when they began to slide up inside him. “Oh god...” Sparr whispered into B'loor's neck as goose-pimples formed all over his body.

He didn't know how many of the stems had inched up his ass but he knew there were more than two. The alien organs seemed to be probing him, almost as curious about him as he was about the T'aal. Sparr felt these tendrils grow and thicken, some latched on to his prostate, an others rubbed themselves against his anal wall. Sparr's knees started to buckle under the stimulation, and his breathing started to get more labored. The tendrils started to feel warm and Sparr was sure that B'loor was nearing climax, just as he was. Sparr felt his own precum dripping from the the tip of his strained penis and trickling down to his balls and onto his boots.

There was a knock at the door of his quarters. Sparr yelped as all the tendril pulled out of him at once. The door opened after the second knock and H'loor, the T'aal elder walked in. Sparr tried his best not to look caught and quickly turned around to hide the tear on his uniform. He glanced at B'loor who showed no facial expressions whatsoever.

H'loor regarded them for a while. His face was stern and Sparr couldn't tell if the T'aal knew what had happened.

“Lieutenant Sparr, You are needed on the bridge,” said H'loor who was looking only at B'loor when he spoke.

“Okay, sure... I just...”

“We have detected a ship on an intercept course,” said H'loor cutting off the human. “Your tactical expertise is required.”

“Yeah, sure... I mean I'm on my way...sir,” said Sparr. As H'loor turned to leave Sparr asked, “Why didn't you just call me over the comm?”

“Indeed,” said H'loor as the doors hissed shut behind him.

Crew Contact: Letting Go

Letting Go - A Standalone Short Story

The hairs on his back stood on end as Lieutenant Adam Jopple moaned into his pillow. He wasn't expecting the rush of sensations to hit him like this. Having just turned 40, he thought he had experienced it all, until Ensign Jack Korr's tongue touched his sphincter.

Adam had asked that Jack show him, during their Crew Contact session, what the big deal was about rimming. Jack had made quite a name for himself ship-wide for his tonguing skills. Adam could see that Jack was surprised and he couldn't blame the young man. Adam too was famous on board Starlight as being one of those rare traditionals who only had sex with women.

“Hey, I'm tired of being called a puritan,” said Adam with a slight smile.

“Sure thing,” said Jack returning the smile. “And I'll show you why they call my tongue the Dominator.”

Adam wasn't really as sure as he came off sounding - not when he propositioned the nineteen-year-old ensign, not even now with his butt in the air and Jack's face buried between the solid mounds of flesh.

“Oh my god, how long is that tongue of yours kid?” panted Adam as he lifted his head from the pillow.

It did seem long, and slippery. But most of all it seemed to know it's away around his anus and how to press his pleasure points. As Jack's tongue wiggled into his hot crevice; probing his insides, Adam thought that he could literally pass out from the stimulation. Jack never let up. Once he knew that Adam was getting used to the way the tip of his tongue was darting in and out of his hole, he would change his approach.

Jack lowered himself and took a moment to marvel at Adam's balls swinging heavily between his spread thighs. Jack lifted his balls with his tongue - the left, then the right, and lastly slurping both the large orbs into his mouth. Jack only let go when he heard a satisfied groan from the older man. He then licked his perineum, feeling the stubble on the shaved skin.



“Turn over,” said Jack and Adam complied obediently. Adam lay on his back and immediately hugged his legs. Jack went for his anus again, his saliva dripping from his chin was he hungrily pushed his tongue into the warm opening.

“Oh god! You're fucking good!”

When Jack came up for air again he could see that Adam's head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. He also noticed that the older man's cock was flaccid. In fact, since his tongue touched him, Adam's penis had retreated more into its foreskin. Jack loved this. He loved the idea that he can dominate men, like Adam, who was clearly bigger and stronger than he was. He liked to think that he could temporarily steal their brute strength, and force them into submission. Submitting to his tongue.

Jack jabbed his tongue deeper into the opening, licking and exciting the flesh that circled the hole as he went. And then Jack heard the magic words.

“Oh fuck me, please... just fuck me already,” moaned Adam.

In a heartbeat, before Adam had a chance to change his mind, Jack mounted the muscular man, spreading his legs further apart. Jack's cock had been oozing precum since they started and now his young cock could finally be fulfilled. Wet with saliva, Adam's anus was easy to penetrate and as he entered, he felt the familiar flinch of a man being fucked for the first time. Jack held his position and kept his eye on Adam wondering if he would push him off. Adam didn't, he just looked up at the ensign with confusion and lust in his eyes. Jack eased himself in deeper and soon he buried his young meat to the hilt inside Adam.

Jack leaned in and kissed Adam, and although there was a split second of hesitation, Adam allowed himself to slip completely into the younger man's spell. As their lips and tongues met, Adam tasted himself and felt aroused and his cock slowly came to life. Adam could feel himself succumbing to Jack, little by little, he began to let go. When their breathing synchronized and their kiss grew more passionate and intense, Adam felt Jack's cock harden inside him and started to fuck him.

In the span of two hours Adam let the ensign have his way. He was amazed how energized the young man was; fucking him in several positions and shooting load after load of hot cum into his wanting hole.



“Are you ever gonna to let me cum tonight?” asked Adam as Jack pulled his spent cock out of his anus after yet another ejaculation.

Jack squint his eyes, smiled and shook his head.

“Why not?”

“Because,” said Jack whispering into his ear. “I'm calling the shots tonight.”

They both chuckled and when that subsided, they kissed. Adam realized why they called Jack's tongue the Dominator, and why he was so sought after for seconds, and even thirds. Adam knew he too wanted more.

“Do you know what I'm gonna do after you leave tonight?” asked Adam kissing Jack on the forehead.

“Jerk off?”

“Yes, well, after that smartass,” said Adam playfully pinching Jack's pointy nipple. “My wife always complains that I'm too rigid when it comes to sex. Well, I can't wait to tell her all about this!”

Sharing My World - art II

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Sharing My World - part 6

Valez wanted his brain to shut down badly. He wasn't sure why it hadn't. He desperately wanted to be unconscious like the others. He was thankful for one thing though, that Toby Linde never regained consciousness after the third cut.

The Sxanian Iox was excited cutting into the bound human to the point of insane glee. First, he rid Linde's body of his testicles, then his penis and the butcher continued to cut, upwards. Chunk by chunk Iox fileted the young man and passing the flesh that was freshly freed from the human to a waiting attendant standing behind him with a metal tray. The butcher was so engrossed that he would toss the hunks of meat back and it would miss the attendant and fall to the floor with a sickening splat.

Valez squeezed his eyes shut and wished that he could shut out the sounds as well. Iox began to hum as he worked and soon there was nothing left hanging on the binds but a bloody mess of bone, skin and remnants of stubborn flesh – remnants of what used to be Lieutenant Tobias Linde.

Valez screamed when the butcher hacked the carcass down from the binds. His eyes were swollen from the crying and his tears blurred his vision. Iox was panting and stood looking at the pile of bones on the floor. He walked over to Valez and picked up an errant piece on the floor. Iox held the piece up to Valez's face and even with his blurred vision he could see that it was a chunk of Linde's penis. The organ had been skinned and bits of the corona was torn off. Iox forced open Valez's mouth and pushed the bloody meat in, laughing as he did. Valez panicked and tried to spit it out. When he finally did, Iox had walked away from him.

“I've learned so much from just dissecting one,” he said holding up the laser cutter and walking back to Valez. “Now I shall be more careful with you.”

Valez screamed and struggled uselessly as the butcher touched his naked body. “From what I hear, your species do pretty much the same thing with your livestock,” said Iox feeling Valez's smooth torso. “So stop fighting, because it's not going to make one bit of difference.”

Iox aimed the cutter at Valez's abdomen. Valez cried shaking his head violently, he couldn't believe that he was going to be disemboweled like an animal. He wailed with all his might but then nothing happened.

He opened his eyes and saw that Iox wasn't moving and his expression had changed. The Sxanian then fell forward missing Valez by inches. When Valez looked up he saw six humans in uniform decloak. He thought he was dreaming until he smelt the burning flesh from the hole in Iox's back. Valez started to cry again but this time it was tears of relief. With their helmets on Valez couldn't tell who it was who was there to save him. But he didn't care. One man from the rescue team cut his binds and threw him over his shoulder. Valez was choking back his tears and then he started to chuckle. “Oh Lieutenant Commander Stone, I'd recognize that beautiful ass anywhere!”

Valez held on so tight that his knuckles went white. He could hear the rescue team shooting at the Sxanian guards and he could hear them bark orders to free the rest of the landing team. He tried to stay conscious but then fatigue won and he drifted to sleep.

…

Energy beams seared off part of the hull even as Starlight engaged in an evasive maneuver. The ship rocked violently under the barrage of firepower from three Sxanian attack cruisers.

“I guess they found our empty barge,” said Commander Greg Holts.

“I just hope our men got to the landing team in time,” Captain Hunt said without looking at his first officer.

“Fire particle cannons!” yelled Hunt over the din. This was their maiden voyage and the first time they have come under fire, Hunt felt he needed to bark orders just so that everyone focused on their duties and not give in to fear.

The ship veered starboard in time to fire three shots at their nearest attacker. The particle beams penetrated the first attacking ship and it burst into a million pieces. A second ship flew by and pounded the hull near engineering.

“They are trying to cripple us!” seethed the captain.

“Captain, the Sxanian ships can outmaneuver us,” said Holts. “We need to deploy our fighter crafts. Hunt knew Holts was right, they needed the faster and smaller crafts to split up their attackers. “Get ready to launch the Penumbra and the Solstice.”

“Sir, we're detecting another ship coming from the planet surface,” interrupted Lieutenant Sparr at tactical. “It's the Shadow sir!”

The scout craft Shadow picked up speed and fired at the attacking Sxanian ship disabling it immediately. The last ship broke away and headed back to Sxania.

“Hail the Shadow,” said the captain permitting himself a smile as the bridge crew cheered. Stone's face appeared on the screen and Holts raised his hand to silent the crew. Looking at Stone's expression all their smiles faded.

“Captain,” said Stone, his head lowered. “We have injured... and two fatalities.”

Hunt sighed and nodded. “Prepared to dock. We need to get the hell out of here before the Sxanians decide to send in more firepower.”

…

Captain Hunt walked into sickbay, his steps heavy. He saw Dr. DeSalle and his medics attending to the landing party. Hunt walked to Valez's bedside, took his hand and offered him a smile. “Welcome back Mr. Valez,” said Hunt squeezing his hand. Valez tried to smile but he nodded instead.

“They are all in stable condition captain,” said DeSalle who stood by the captain and gently touched Valez on the shoulder. Valez started to cry and the doctor took the captain aside.

“The others were unconscious when the Sxanians experimented on them, but they are going to be fine in a week or so,” said DeSalle in a hushed toned. “Valez was the only one who saw them torture and kill Linde and Cooper.”

“My god, what did they do to them?” Hunt said looking over the doctor's shoulders at Valez curling up and sobbing.

“From what little Valez told me, they castrated Cooper and he bled to death. Linde was slaughtered in front of him.”

“And Valez?”

“He has no major injuries, but his psychological trauma...”

“Will be more difficult to heal,” finished the captain as he turned to leave sickbay.

On Board

Sharing Jonah - a stand-alone short

Lieutenant Tom Nokovich wasn't sure about sharing his boyfriend Ensign Jonah Broyce with another man. It was almost a primal instinct for him to claim the younger man as being his alone. But here he was watching Commander Olie Parker spread Jonah's legs and taking his partner's youthful penis into his mouth. When he came up for air, Jonah's cock was erect and glistening with spit and precum.

Olie held out his hand and pulled Tom into their embrace. All his ambivalence quickly went away. Tom felt oddly turned on watching another man touch Jonah and seeing his boyfriend respond to another man's caress stirred his cock.

“Lie down Tom,” said Olie and he moved Jonah to get on top of his lover. Tom felt Olie's tongue on his penis and from the way his lips and tongue moved he knew that Olie was rimming Jonah at the same time.

When he was hard enough, Olie positioned Tom's bulbous cockhead between the crevice of Jonah's butt allowing it to slide into its target. With one little push from Olie, Tom penetrated his lover, but unlike the many times they've had sex, he never felt this aroused.

Jonah started to grind his butt, pushing Tom's cock deeper into himself. Jonah moaned louder than Tom had ever heard in their three years together which made his cock flex inside Jonah's warm hole.

Tom felt Olie move closer and almost immediately he heard Jonah let out a yelp. He realized what was happening when he felt pressure against his penis. Tom didn't know if his boyfriend could handle a double penetration but it was too late to ask as Olie's wet and hard cock was sliding up next to his inside Jonah.

Olie didn't move until his penis had secured its position; demanding a place inside the snug canal. Jonah winced but he didn't protest.

The two men started to fuck him, their cocks worked out a rhythm; when one pushed the other retreated. Their penises, like pistons driven by lust made each thrust count by pushing all the way home – deeply and completely. Tom looked up and saw that Jonah's face was bright red.

The two men held on for as long as they could sliding in and out of the slick warm hole. Tom felt Olie's cock twitch and inflate and so he too decided let go. The two men yelled when they shot their loads. Jonah yelled when he felt torrents of hot cum coating his insides.

Drained, Olie fell on top of Jonah and joined the two men panting. Tom and Olie lay there sandwiching Jonah, they didn't bother to pull their cocks out of the lust canal. They knew that eventually their cocks would softened enough to slide out on their own. Olie looked over the younger man's shoulder to see Tom smiling at him.

“That was great wasn't it?” said Olie giving Tom a wink.

Tom just nodded beaming from ear to ear.