“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.”
“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.
“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.
2 comments:
yumm, i love the way you think and write ;}
i'm glad you approve sir, hee hee. thanks for reading! haven't a clue what's gonna happen next, so i hope i can tickle everyone's fancy with the next chapter.
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