Lieutenant Joachim Herman never knew a cock could taste so good.
Lieutenant Gus York never knew a mouth could feel so good.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Crew Contact - Equal Measure
Lieutenant Joachim Herman never knew a cock could taste so good.
Lieutenant Gus York never knew a mouth could feel so good.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Crew Contact
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Intimacy happens afterwards.
The long talks after sex brought Lieutenant Jack Vector and Ensign Yuric Helsky closer.
Friday, April 23, 2010
On Break
Things have been kinda slow here.
As such I'll be taking a break.
The ongoing story will continue next Sunday.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Crew Complement
Name : James Rodriguez-Stephens
Rank : Lieutenant junior grade
Age : 26
Field : Security
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Name : Neil Stephens-Rodriguez
Rank : Lieutenant junior grade
Age : 24
Field : Terraformation, botany
Sunday, April 18, 2010
The Muthrog Incident - Part 1
The ship rocked violently as it was hit by an energy blast. Swerving in an attempt to evade the shots from its attacker, Starlight inadvertently moved into the targeting range of another fighter ship.
“Shields are barely holding captain,” yelled Lieutenant Sam Hoggins at tactical. He could barely breathe from the smoke that came from the burnt circuits on his console.
“Can we outrun them?” asked Captain Hunt ducking as sparks flew overhead. Even before Hoggins could say anything Hunt knew that the possibility of retreat was slim. Hoggins shook his head when the captain looked over to him.
“Return fire.”
“No effect sir, their shields are impenetrable.”
“Damn it!” cursed Hunt under his breath as his mind raced. He needed options. Aside from Hoggins and another ensign at the helm, most of the bridge crew were slumped over their stations or on the floor, some of them groaning in pain and others didn't move at all. Hunt assumed the worst but he couldn't worry about them now, he had everyone else on board to think about.
The ship tilted and shook again and more debris fell from the ceiling.
“We have multiple hull breaches all over the ship sir,” said Hoggins who had an arm over his shoulder trying to stop the bleeding from the cut he sustained moments before.
“Captain, our sensors have detected three more ships on an intercept course, and they are arming their weapons.”
Before Hunt could react, Hoggins yelled, “Incoming!”
The hit threw the remaining crew on the bridge off their seats and a structural beam overhead fell.
“Report!” yelled Hunt, but he got no reply. He stood up and saw that the beam had landed on Hoggins pinning him down. Hunt didn't have time to check if Hoggins was still alive. He quickly transferred tactical to his console and charged up weapons. Although he knew that their particle cannons were useless, he'd be damned to go down without weapons blazing.
And then Starlight was hit again.
…
Two Days Ago.
“Come on, you can do it Jeffrey,” whispered Sam Hoggins holding Lieutenant Jeffrey Obrue by the shoulders.
Obrue was on his elbows with his back arched. Standing behind him was Lieutenant Hank Steward whose cockhead was pushed against Obrue's anus. Obrue was wet with perspiration, but right now he wasn't concerned about a little sweat. In his mind he was having second thoughts letting Hoggins and Steward talk him into being penetrated for the first time.
“God it hurts!” he cried as spit flew from his lips.
“You gotta stop fighting it, just let his cock in. Ease up!” said Hoggins who moved to hold the younger man down by locking his arms around his sides. “I've used three lube pellets already, you should be fine.”
“Well I'm not!”
“Do you want me to stop?” asked Steward, who although was still pressed up against Obrue's butt, felt his erection fading.
“No, no, I've said I'd do it, and I will!” yelled Obrue. “Just give me another pellet.”
Steward eased away and broke another lubricant pellet over Obrue's sphincter and smeared some of the liquid onto his penis, giving the organ a few fist pumps while he was at it. Steward pushed a finger into the anus making sure that Obrue's insides were wet enough before he inserted another finger in.
“Are you okay?” asked Hoggins wiping the sweat off Obrue's forehead. He was a little worried that nineteen-year-old wasn't ready to get fucked. Jeffrey Obrue had always breezed through Crew Contact with a handjob or a blowjob, getting more than giving. And if there was sex, he would be the one pushing his thick cock into another man's ass. Obrue had once joked that he made a promise to his fiancee that he wouldn't let another man fuck him until after they were married. And then they would do a threeway and he'd let her see how he can take a cock like a man.
The second try was more successful – with one solid push the entire length of Steward's cock slid into the warm hole. Obrue yelled, more surprised that out of pain. He bit his lower lip and tried to get used to the sensation of being penetrated. He felt as if he was being split apart as the muscles around his butt started to cramp. He tried to shift his concentration and grabbed onto Hoggins' arms as tears stung his eyes.
Steward held his cock in place and allowed the lieutenant to get used to his girth. It took a while but he soon felt the anal muscles choking his cock to relax.
“Good boy,” said Steward.
The feeling of getting fucked wasn't like how he had imagined. Obrue suddenly felt a sense of admiration for the many men who had bottomed for him. The muscular Steward proceeded to thrust gently, in and out, and when Obrue relaxed more, the more he started to enjoy the sensation. Steward quickened his pace and Obrue started moaning.
“Does that feel good?” asked Hoggins pinching Obrue's nipples to stimulate him further.
“Not yet, but I'm getting there.”
“Give him some encouragement Hank.”
“You mean like how tight his virgin ass is? Yeah, it's tight, a tight ass of a beautiful boy, I love it, fuck, I can't wait to pound the shit outta you, Jeffrey,” groaned Steward.
As corny as those words were, they worked and Obrue started matching Steward's moans both in volume and in intensity. He pushed his ass back to receive every thrust and he was astonished at how fast the pain had started to dissipate and was replaced by feelings of wanting more. And he got more. When Steward rammed his cock in to its hilt, he felt the other man's weighty balls hit his own swinging testicles sending him waves of euphoria.
“Don't let it stop man, just don't stop,” pleaded Obrue.
Steward tried his best to keep his orgasm at bay but it was physically impossible at that moment. With a few more shallow thrusts and one deep jab, he let his semen shoot from his cock into the wanting man's ass.
When both Steward and his cock's spasms ebbed, he pulled himself out of the slick orifice. Cum oozed out of the gaping hole and some of the gooey mixture of semen and lube spilled out onto the sheets.
“Oh god that was -”
Before Obrue could finish, Hoggins turned him over onto his back, pushed his legs up and mounted him.
“No time to talk now Jeffrey, it's not over yet,” said Hoggins whose cock was already pushed halfway into his cum-soaked hole.
“Sam, I didn't know you were interested,” smiled Obrue.
“I'm always interested in a piece of hot ass,” said Hoggins returning his smile. “Or a hot guy.”
As Hoggins pushed himself deeper in he could feel Steward's cum being forced out. And that turned him on. Without saying another word, the two men continued their carnal union. Hoggins didn't stop until he was satisfied planting two full loads of his essence into Obrue.
After he had emptied his balls, Hoggins got off the wasted man, turned around and dangled his semi-erect penis over Obrue's face.
“My cock is burning hot, I need you to soothe it with your mouth,” said Hoggins, his voice serious. Obrue obeyed and parted his lips to let the cock in. Hoggins' cock did feel hot on his tongue as he licked off a thin film of cum that coated the head.
By the time Hoggins ejaculated again, Steward had rested enough to rejoin the party. He stood over Hoggins and rubbed one out over his butt. Obrue watched as the semen trickle down towards his face. He smiled and opened his mouth wide.
“Shields are barely holding captain,” yelled Lieutenant Sam Hoggins at tactical. He could barely breathe from the smoke that came from the burnt circuits on his console.
“Can we outrun them?” asked Captain Hunt ducking as sparks flew overhead. Even before Hoggins could say anything Hunt knew that the possibility of retreat was slim. Hoggins shook his head when the captain looked over to him.
“Return fire.”
“No effect sir, their shields are impenetrable.”
“Damn it!” cursed Hunt under his breath as his mind raced. He needed options. Aside from Hoggins and another ensign at the helm, most of the bridge crew were slumped over their stations or on the floor, some of them groaning in pain and others didn't move at all. Hunt assumed the worst but he couldn't worry about them now, he had everyone else on board to think about.
The ship tilted and shook again and more debris fell from the ceiling.
“We have multiple hull breaches all over the ship sir,” said Hoggins who had an arm over his shoulder trying to stop the bleeding from the cut he sustained moments before.
“Captain, our sensors have detected three more ships on an intercept course, and they are arming their weapons.”
Before Hunt could react, Hoggins yelled, “Incoming!”
The hit threw the remaining crew on the bridge off their seats and a structural beam overhead fell.
“Report!” yelled Hunt, but he got no reply. He stood up and saw that the beam had landed on Hoggins pinning him down. Hunt didn't have time to check if Hoggins was still alive. He quickly transferred tactical to his console and charged up weapons. Although he knew that their particle cannons were useless, he'd be damned to go down without weapons blazing.
And then Starlight was hit again.
…
Two Days Ago.
“Come on, you can do it Jeffrey,” whispered Sam Hoggins holding Lieutenant Jeffrey Obrue by the shoulders.
Obrue was on his elbows with his back arched. Standing behind him was Lieutenant Hank Steward whose cockhead was pushed against Obrue's anus. Obrue was wet with perspiration, but right now he wasn't concerned about a little sweat. In his mind he was having second thoughts letting Hoggins and Steward talk him into being penetrated for the first time.
“God it hurts!” he cried as spit flew from his lips.
“You gotta stop fighting it, just let his cock in. Ease up!” said Hoggins who moved to hold the younger man down by locking his arms around his sides. “I've used three lube pellets already, you should be fine.”
“Well I'm not!”
“Do you want me to stop?” asked Steward, who although was still pressed up against Obrue's butt, felt his erection fading.
“No, no, I've said I'd do it, and I will!” yelled Obrue. “Just give me another pellet.”
Steward eased away and broke another lubricant pellet over Obrue's sphincter and smeared some of the liquid onto his penis, giving the organ a few fist pumps while he was at it. Steward pushed a finger into the anus making sure that Obrue's insides were wet enough before he inserted another finger in.
“Are you okay?” asked Hoggins wiping the sweat off Obrue's forehead. He was a little worried that nineteen-year-old wasn't ready to get fucked. Jeffrey Obrue had always breezed through Crew Contact with a handjob or a blowjob, getting more than giving. And if there was sex, he would be the one pushing his thick cock into another man's ass. Obrue had once joked that he made a promise to his fiancee that he wouldn't let another man fuck him until after they were married. And then they would do a threeway and he'd let her see how he can take a cock like a man.
The second try was more successful – with one solid push the entire length of Steward's cock slid into the warm hole. Obrue yelled, more surprised that out of pain. He bit his lower lip and tried to get used to the sensation of being penetrated. He felt as if he was being split apart as the muscles around his butt started to cramp. He tried to shift his concentration and grabbed onto Hoggins' arms as tears stung his eyes.
Steward held his cock in place and allowed the lieutenant to get used to his girth. It took a while but he soon felt the anal muscles choking his cock to relax.
“Good boy,” said Steward.
The feeling of getting fucked wasn't like how he had imagined. Obrue suddenly felt a sense of admiration for the many men who had bottomed for him. The muscular Steward proceeded to thrust gently, in and out, and when Obrue relaxed more, the more he started to enjoy the sensation. Steward quickened his pace and Obrue started moaning.
“Does that feel good?” asked Hoggins pinching Obrue's nipples to stimulate him further.
“Not yet, but I'm getting there.”
“Give him some encouragement Hank.”
“You mean like how tight his virgin ass is? Yeah, it's tight, a tight ass of a beautiful boy, I love it, fuck, I can't wait to pound the shit outta you, Jeffrey,” groaned Steward.
As corny as those words were, they worked and Obrue started matching Steward's moans both in volume and in intensity. He pushed his ass back to receive every thrust and he was astonished at how fast the pain had started to dissipate and was replaced by feelings of wanting more. And he got more. When Steward rammed his cock in to its hilt, he felt the other man's weighty balls hit his own swinging testicles sending him waves of euphoria.
“Don't let it stop man, just don't stop,” pleaded Obrue.
Steward tried his best to keep his orgasm at bay but it was physically impossible at that moment. With a few more shallow thrusts and one deep jab, he let his semen shoot from his cock into the wanting man's ass.
When both Steward and his cock's spasms ebbed, he pulled himself out of the slick orifice. Cum oozed out of the gaping hole and some of the gooey mixture of semen and lube spilled out onto the sheets.
“Oh god that was -”
Before Obrue could finish, Hoggins turned him over onto his back, pushed his legs up and mounted him.
“No time to talk now Jeffrey, it's not over yet,” said Hoggins whose cock was already pushed halfway into his cum-soaked hole.
“Sam, I didn't know you were interested,” smiled Obrue.
“I'm always interested in a piece of hot ass,” said Hoggins returning his smile. “Or a hot guy.”
As Hoggins pushed himself deeper in he could feel Steward's cum being forced out. And that turned him on. Without saying another word, the two men continued their carnal union. Hoggins didn't stop until he was satisfied planting two full loads of his essence into Obrue.
After he had emptied his balls, Hoggins got off the wasted man, turned around and dangled his semi-erect penis over Obrue's face.
“My cock is burning hot, I need you to soothe it with your mouth,” said Hoggins, his voice serious. Obrue obeyed and parted his lips to let the cock in. Hoggins' cock did feel hot on his tongue as he licked off a thin film of cum that coated the head.
By the time Hoggins ejaculated again, Steward had rested enough to rejoin the party. He stood over Hoggins and rubbed one out over his butt. Obrue watched as the semen trickle down towards his face. He smiled and opened his mouth wide.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Crew Contact - Wearing You Down
Ensign Lenny Nelson always had an eye for Lieutenant Duke Samuels, one of the few on board who resisted participating in the ship's Crew Contact sessions. Duke was all about work and duty and he wanted, above all, to find a new home as fast as possible, not just for humanity but for his wife and his two daughters. He didn't want any distraction and used every extra minute he had studying star maps and checking the ship's propulsions.
While most of the crew had given up on trying to get the lieutenant in on their sessions, young Ensign Nelson liked the challenge. He had gotten as far as giving Samuels a handjob, and although he didn't ejaculate, Nelson thought it was still progress. But that was months ago. Since then Samuels had avoided being alone with him.
"Look, I know it's me, but I just can't do it," Samuels once said when he was cornered by the ensign.
"Don't worry Duke," said Nelson softly as Samuels walked away. "You will, soon enough."
Samuels turned back in time to see the ensign give him a wink and a smile before he walked off in the other direction.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Crew Contact
Lieutenant Julian Montez couldn't believe his luck. Lieutenant Gus Nomac had the most perfect cock he had ever seen, and Gus knew it too.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
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Monday, April 12, 2010
Crew Complement
Name : Casper Ling
Rank : Lieutenant junior grade
Age : 23
Field : Navigation, operations
Sunday, April 11, 2010
The T'aal Imperative - part 5
“That's good to hear doctor,” said Commander Holts. “I will inform the captain that everything is back to normal.”
The treatment worked, which was a relief. Holts permitted himself a sigh as he looked over the newly acquired star maps projected over his desk. He was surprised that they managed to pull it off – finalizing the trade with the Qormar and getting away before the pirate ships arrived. There was still just one more thing, Lieutenant Sparr's condition. They had to find a way to remove the T'aal eggs from inside him before they hatched and possibly killing the lieutenant in the process. The Qormar had a few suggestions and even pointed out a few races on their maps who might be able to help. It was now a matter of getting help within the six-week gestation period.
The first officer of Starlight was worried but hopeful, he was quite fond of Sparr and over the years they had formed a bond. Staring at the star maps he plotted a course that would take them to their first destination, to a race known for their superior medical technology.
Holts sat back in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose, he squeezed his eyes shut and felt them sting. There was a lot on his mind. The captain had forwarded him a communique from Earth earlier and there was bad news. The planet's disintegration had caused global catastrophes - earthquakes followed by tsunamis had destroyed a few major cities and many lives had been lost. If Holts ever needed a wake-up call to success of Starlight's mission, this would be it.
He shook his head, hoping futilely that he could somehow shake off his worries. He couldn't. He knew himself well enough to know that this will keep him up all night and he would spend most of this restless time pacing his quarters. Then a thought came to him. He reached over to his scarab and tapped it.
…
From his point of view, Holts could only see Lieutenant Robert Krane's bald head bobbing up and down between his legs. He liked that he and Krane had been together enough times for the other man to know how he liked his cock sucked. He liked that Krane was always accommodating with his time and consistent with his skills.
Holts closed his eyes and leaned back to enjoy Krane's silky tongue tending to his penis. Krane never needed to use his fingers, he was skillful enough to manipulate the organ with his flexible tongue and his very plump lips. Holts particularly loved how Krane would slip the tip of his tongue underneath his foreskin and slowly rolled the folds back. Krane's darting tongue on the eye of his penis always brought out goose-pimples on his neck and a tingling feeling all over him. Holts' toes curled when Krane rapidly licked the dorsal side of his corona and then polished the taut head until the purplish bulb was dripping with saliva.
Holts grabbed the sheets and clenched his teeth when Krane took care of his sinewy cock by taking the entire shaft into his mouth. Holts felt the soft tissue at the back of Krane's throat and he groaned. Then with a loud plop, Krane let go of the commander's rigid meat. Holts knew that the lieutenant wanted his cock to rest before it got too desensitized. Krane pushed Holts' thighs further apart and went for his low-hanging sack.
“Oh god, you know how I love that,” said Holts realizing that he hadn't said anything to Krane since they started. “You know the spot Bobby, go for it. Yes, the underside of my balls, go for it Bobby!”
Krane tugged at the soft sack with his lips, moving the sticky skin to reach where the pouch met the perineum. Then, he sucked on the loose skin as his tongue stimulated the area with circular moves. Holts looked down but he could only see his erection swinging heavily over Krane's head. His cock was straining, wanting release, and it missed the warmth of Krane's mouth. Copious amounts of his precum leaked from his stimulated eye and the viscous strands dribbled down onto Krane's bare scalp.
“Bobby, I need to fuck you now, I can't hang on any longer,” said Holts between gasps.
Krane let go and gave Holts a smile before turning around. Without another word spoken, Krane lifted his ass and offered his hole.
Holts stood behind the lieutenant and rubbed his cockhead against the opening, lubricating the ring. He pulled back his foreskin and pressed the head against the orifice watching it sink into Krane's anus. And then nature and instinct took over as he plowed the lieutenant's ass mad with lust.
The treatment worked, which was a relief. Holts permitted himself a sigh as he looked over the newly acquired star maps projected over his desk. He was surprised that they managed to pull it off – finalizing the trade with the Qormar and getting away before the pirate ships arrived. There was still just one more thing, Lieutenant Sparr's condition. They had to find a way to remove the T'aal eggs from inside him before they hatched and possibly killing the lieutenant in the process. The Qormar had a few suggestions and even pointed out a few races on their maps who might be able to help. It was now a matter of getting help within the six-week gestation period.
The first officer of Starlight was worried but hopeful, he was quite fond of Sparr and over the years they had formed a bond. Staring at the star maps he plotted a course that would take them to their first destination, to a race known for their superior medical technology.
Holts sat back in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose, he squeezed his eyes shut and felt them sting. There was a lot on his mind. The captain had forwarded him a communique from Earth earlier and there was bad news. The planet's disintegration had caused global catastrophes - earthquakes followed by tsunamis had destroyed a few major cities and many lives had been lost. If Holts ever needed a wake-up call to success of Starlight's mission, this would be it.
He shook his head, hoping futilely that he could somehow shake off his worries. He couldn't. He knew himself well enough to know that this will keep him up all night and he would spend most of this restless time pacing his quarters. Then a thought came to him. He reached over to his scarab and tapped it.
…
From his point of view, Holts could only see Lieutenant Robert Krane's bald head bobbing up and down between his legs. He liked that he and Krane had been together enough times for the other man to know how he liked his cock sucked. He liked that Krane was always accommodating with his time and consistent with his skills.
Holts closed his eyes and leaned back to enjoy Krane's silky tongue tending to his penis. Krane never needed to use his fingers, he was skillful enough to manipulate the organ with his flexible tongue and his very plump lips. Holts particularly loved how Krane would slip the tip of his tongue underneath his foreskin and slowly rolled the folds back. Krane's darting tongue on the eye of his penis always brought out goose-pimples on his neck and a tingling feeling all over him. Holts' toes curled when Krane rapidly licked the dorsal side of his corona and then polished the taut head until the purplish bulb was dripping with saliva.
Holts grabbed the sheets and clenched his teeth when Krane took care of his sinewy cock by taking the entire shaft into his mouth. Holts felt the soft tissue at the back of Krane's throat and he groaned. Then with a loud plop, Krane let go of the commander's rigid meat. Holts knew that the lieutenant wanted his cock to rest before it got too desensitized. Krane pushed Holts' thighs further apart and went for his low-hanging sack.
“Oh god, you know how I love that,” said Holts realizing that he hadn't said anything to Krane since they started. “You know the spot Bobby, go for it. Yes, the underside of my balls, go for it Bobby!”
Krane tugged at the soft sack with his lips, moving the sticky skin to reach where the pouch met the perineum. Then, he sucked on the loose skin as his tongue stimulated the area with circular moves. Holts looked down but he could only see his erection swinging heavily over Krane's head. His cock was straining, wanting release, and it missed the warmth of Krane's mouth. Copious amounts of his precum leaked from his stimulated eye and the viscous strands dribbled down onto Krane's bare scalp.
“Bobby, I need to fuck you now, I can't hang on any longer,” said Holts between gasps.
Krane let go and gave Holts a smile before turning around. Without another word spoken, Krane lifted his ass and offered his hole.
Holts stood behind the lieutenant and rubbed his cockhead against the opening, lubricating the ring. He pulled back his foreskin and pressed the head against the orifice watching it sink into Krane's anus. And then nature and instinct took over as he plowed the lieutenant's ass mad with lust.
Holts jerked back his head and thrust his hips planting his semen deep inside Krane. He caught his breath he caressed Krane's sweaty butt, but he didn't pull his cock out.
“I want to go for seconds Bobby,” said Holts giving a few more thrusts to revive his erection. The cum-coated insides of Krane's ass recharged Holt's cock and soon he was fucking the lieutenant again.
Holts knew that it was probably not fair to abuse the other man's ass like this, but he'll just have to make it up to Krane later. Tonight, above all, Holts needed to sleep without dreaming.
Crew Complement
Name : Jake Hollinger
Rank : Crewmen
Age : 20
Field : Marine biology, biological anthropology, archeology
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Crew Contact - For Keeps
Please daddy, can we take him home?
I promise I'll take care of him, as he takes care of you.
I'll watch you feed him as I feed you.
I promise to let you watch me when I clean him up, after you've cleaned me up.
I promise that I'll never scream as loudly for him as I do for you.
I promise to let you take me before he does.
I promise to let you take me after he does.
So daddy, can we keep him?
So, please daddy, can we take him home?
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
The T'aal Imperative - artwork
The last part of part 4 made me think of this picture.
Hope you like it too!
The T'aal Imperative - part 4
“Captain, we have a situation,” said Holts.
“Join the club,” said Hunt without turning his chair around. He glanced at the chronometer on his desk and he sighed. In two more hours the Qormar would be on board the ship and if he still cannot find a way to stop the outbreak of the sex fever on Starlight, they would have to cancel. Not wise, according to H'loor who insists that they complete the trade for the star maps. Hunt knew the T'aal was right, the maps from the stellar merchants could help cut short their search for a new home.
“Captain?”
“Never mind commander, what seems to be the problem?”
“Our sensors detect six ships in attack formation on an intercept course.”
“What? Do you know who?” said Hunt sitting up.
“They just came into range, we can't tell as yet. The H'loor think they might be pirates, since we are in the quiet part of the trade route.
“ETA?”
“Six hours sir,” said Holts. “This means we need to get the maps and get outta here as fast as possible.”
“Great,” said Hunt and tapped on his scarab. “Doctor, I need some good news.”
“Well Jon, we have found a way to counteract the chemical imbalance,” said Dr. DeSalle over the comm. “However, the treatment would be useless we can't find and treat patient X. Without getting to the source of this outbreak, we wouldn't be able to stem this completely.”
“I sent H'loor over to sickbay to help you, what does he think?” asked Hunt.
“He was here, I showed him the data and, well, he sorta just walked out in a hurry,” said DeSalle.
“Maybe he knows what it is.”
“I hope so. Jon, over 70 percent of the crew has been infected, we need to act fast,” said DeSalle. “Meanwhile, I suggest you resist sexual contact with anyone.”
“Just find me patient X, doctor.”
…..
Lieutenant Dave Sparr walked into his quarters after his duty shift. He was lucky that he made it back as quickly as he did. Along the walkways to his room he could hear the loud sexual moans emanating from inside the crew quarters. There were even some men who took their carnal pleasures out onto the walkways. Sparr tried not to look. Actually he tried not to get turned on. He sidestepped bodies on the floor in the midst of sex and he had to fight off the offers he got along the way.
When the doors of his dimly lit room closed behind him, he heaved a sigh of relief. He was going to take a shower and try not to let the images of those hot naked men on the walkways bother him. The captain had ordered everyone on the bridge to abstain from any sexual contact until further notice, and being a good soldier, he complied.
Just as he was about to strip out of his uniform, he caught movement inside his room. Quickly he turned on the lights.
“H'loor! God you scared me, what are you doing here?”
“We have something to discuss with you,” said the T'aal elder and gestured to show that B'loor was also present.
“What's this about?” asked Sparr although he had an idea from B'loor's lowered head.
There was a quick rap at the doors behind Sparr before they slid open and Captain Hunt and Dr. DeSalle walked in. Both men looked serious and Sparr hoped that it was just concern about the outbreak that worried them.
“Lieutenant, you know that sex between our people is forbidden, do you not?” asked H'loor who stood up and walked towards Sparr.
“Err... yes, I guess.”
“Lieutenant, we know about your little experiment with B'loor,” said Hunt cutting to the chase. “There is a reason why we have protocols attached to inter-species mating, and I'm very disappointed that you disobeyed protocol, put your own curiosity and needs before the safety of your fellow crew members and this ship.”
“Sir, with all due respect, I don't...”
“You are patient X, Dave,” said the doctor.
“What? What do you...”
“The T'aal have strict rules about our sexual practices for a reason,” cut in H'loor. “As you know, we have no gender and as such every member of the T'aal are able to procreate. This is rare among humanoids in the galaxy. Sex with any other species is forbidden because we do not know how alien bodies would react to us, and vice-versa.”
“And your body is reacting badly,” said the doctor as he took out his medical scanner and traced Sparr's body. “When B'loor's tendrils entered your body it left a secretion that is now coursing through your body, mutating your chemical make-up. And these readings say that it's even coming out of your pores. When you bumped into Ensign Kipply, you transferred the mutant secretion onto him.”
“But I feel fine,” protested Sparr.
“To use an Earth analogy, you are Typhoid Mary, a carrier of the mutated chemical strain that is now being spread all over the ship,” said H'loor. “Whoever you come in physical contact with from now on will be infected.”
“The good news is, I can treat the outbreak. In fact, the medical team is all over the ship now inoculating the crew,” said the doctor.
“But we can't treat you,” added Hunt. “You've really muddled up things for me Dave. Your little stunt may have very well jeopardized our trade with the Qormar and shorted the time we can do anything about this because we have an unknown attack force coming our way.”
“What's going to happen now?” asked Sparr hanging his head down.
“There is only one way,” said H'loor. “You and B'loor must finish what you started.”
“What?”
“We've found out that if you complete the sexual intercourse, another chemical would be introduced into your body from B'loor and that would neutralize the effects of first secretion,” said DeSalle.
“But there's a huge downside, Dave,” said Hunt sitting down.
“To complete the sexual intercourse means that B'loor would have to deposit the lippa, his eggs into you,” said the T'aal elder. “The lippa would attach themselves inside you and they cannot be removed until they hatch.”
“It'll kill you Dave,” said DeSalle. “Our bodies are not meant to do this.”
“How many eggs are we talking about?” asked Sparr as cold sweat wet his back.
“About thirty,” said DeSalle.
“Can't you just quarantine me or something?”
“Since we're not going home anytime soon, that could be a really long time locked up by yourself,” said the doctor. “Also, your chances of infecting the crew does not go away.”
“Essentially, it's life imprisonment or death,” said Hunt. “Who'd have thought we'd face these sorts of questions in this day and age?” Hunt pressed his fingers on his temple.
There was a long pause. Sparr closed his eyes and wished that this was some form of nightmare, and that he would wake up soon. But he knew what he had to do. He was a trained soldier after all, and the safety of the ship had to be paramount.
“I'll do it.”
…..
Hunt walked out of Sparr's quarters with Dr. DeSalle and H'loor. He wished that there was something more he could do, but he had pressing things to take care of first.
“H'loor, you're with me. Let's get ready for the Qormar and seal the deal for their star maps,” said Hunt. “Doctor, I need you to work with the other T'aal on board, find out if there is a way to safely remove the eggs from Sparr.”
….
“So here we are again,” said Sparr looking at B'loor.
“Dave, I am sorry for...”
“Please, it was my fault,” said Sparr embarrassed. “It's my mess and I'll fix it.”
Sparr walked up to the T'aal and touched his chest. He was expecting B'loor to move away like before, but instead the T'aal pulled him close and hugged him.
“Well, at least we get to do it properly,” smiled Sparr and he kissed B'loor.
Sparr moved to the bed. He got in and watched B'loor climb in after him. They kissed again and Sparr felt B'loor's hands all over his body, stripping off his uniform and caressing his skin.
“I thought the T'aal weren't attracted to humans sexually,” smiled Sparr.
“They may not, but I am,” said B'loor who tore at Sparr's uniform, ripping it apart.
Sparr moaned as B'loor licked his neck. He could see that B'loor was getting aroused as tendrils formed on his fingertips. The tendrils looped themselves around his scrotum and penis as B'loor sucked on his organ.
“I like the texture of your cock,” breathed B'loor sucking on the human's rigid shaft and licking the red bulbous head.
“Oh god, I didn't even know you knew how to do this. And man, you're good!”
Sparr never had an erection this hard before and it felt wonderful. He was trying his best not to shoot his load and keep the sensation going for a little longer. Finally, B'loor let go of his penis and pulled him to the edge of the bed. Sparr turned around and offered the alien his orifice. The tendrils didn't hesitate and went straight for Sparr's anus, probing and massaging as they attempted to gain entry. Sparr could feel that the tendrils were getting slippery and wet as they pushed past his anal ring.
The three tendrils excited Sparr from within as they slithered deep into his recesses. He began to breathe heavily and moaned when one tendril found his prostate. He looked down at his own cock and saw that he was leaking precum and the thick nectar had drizzled all over the sheets.
“Are you sure...” breathed B'loor. “This is your last chance to...”
“Do it, B'loor, impregnate me, please...” answered the human, panting.
“Join the club,” said Hunt without turning his chair around. He glanced at the chronometer on his desk and he sighed. In two more hours the Qormar would be on board the ship and if he still cannot find a way to stop the outbreak of the sex fever on Starlight, they would have to cancel. Not wise, according to H'loor who insists that they complete the trade for the star maps. Hunt knew the T'aal was right, the maps from the stellar merchants could help cut short their search for a new home.
“Captain?”
“Never mind commander, what seems to be the problem?”
“Our sensors detect six ships in attack formation on an intercept course.”
“What? Do you know who?” said Hunt sitting up.
“They just came into range, we can't tell as yet. The H'loor think they might be pirates, since we are in the quiet part of the trade route.
“ETA?”
“Six hours sir,” said Holts. “This means we need to get the maps and get outta here as fast as possible.”
“Great,” said Hunt and tapped on his scarab. “Doctor, I need some good news.”
“Well Jon, we have found a way to counteract the chemical imbalance,” said Dr. DeSalle over the comm. “However, the treatment would be useless we can't find and treat patient X. Without getting to the source of this outbreak, we wouldn't be able to stem this completely.”
“I sent H'loor over to sickbay to help you, what does he think?” asked Hunt.
“He was here, I showed him the data and, well, he sorta just walked out in a hurry,” said DeSalle.
“Maybe he knows what it is.”
“I hope so. Jon, over 70 percent of the crew has been infected, we need to act fast,” said DeSalle. “Meanwhile, I suggest you resist sexual contact with anyone.”
“Just find me patient X, doctor.”
…..
Lieutenant Dave Sparr walked into his quarters after his duty shift. He was lucky that he made it back as quickly as he did. Along the walkways to his room he could hear the loud sexual moans emanating from inside the crew quarters. There were even some men who took their carnal pleasures out onto the walkways. Sparr tried not to look. Actually he tried not to get turned on. He sidestepped bodies on the floor in the midst of sex and he had to fight off the offers he got along the way.
When the doors of his dimly lit room closed behind him, he heaved a sigh of relief. He was going to take a shower and try not to let the images of those hot naked men on the walkways bother him. The captain had ordered everyone on the bridge to abstain from any sexual contact until further notice, and being a good soldier, he complied.
Just as he was about to strip out of his uniform, he caught movement inside his room. Quickly he turned on the lights.
“H'loor! God you scared me, what are you doing here?”
“We have something to discuss with you,” said the T'aal elder and gestured to show that B'loor was also present.
“What's this about?” asked Sparr although he had an idea from B'loor's lowered head.
There was a quick rap at the doors behind Sparr before they slid open and Captain Hunt and Dr. DeSalle walked in. Both men looked serious and Sparr hoped that it was just concern about the outbreak that worried them.
“Lieutenant, you know that sex between our people is forbidden, do you not?” asked H'loor who stood up and walked towards Sparr.
“Err... yes, I guess.”
“Lieutenant, we know about your little experiment with B'loor,” said Hunt cutting to the chase. “There is a reason why we have protocols attached to inter-species mating, and I'm very disappointed that you disobeyed protocol, put your own curiosity and needs before the safety of your fellow crew members and this ship.”
“Sir, with all due respect, I don't...”
“You are patient X, Dave,” said the doctor.
“What? What do you...”
“The T'aal have strict rules about our sexual practices for a reason,” cut in H'loor. “As you know, we have no gender and as such every member of the T'aal are able to procreate. This is rare among humanoids in the galaxy. Sex with any other species is forbidden because we do not know how alien bodies would react to us, and vice-versa.”
“And your body is reacting badly,” said the doctor as he took out his medical scanner and traced Sparr's body. “When B'loor's tendrils entered your body it left a secretion that is now coursing through your body, mutating your chemical make-up. And these readings say that it's even coming out of your pores. When you bumped into Ensign Kipply, you transferred the mutant secretion onto him.”
“But I feel fine,” protested Sparr.
“To use an Earth analogy, you are Typhoid Mary, a carrier of the mutated chemical strain that is now being spread all over the ship,” said H'loor. “Whoever you come in physical contact with from now on will be infected.”
“The good news is, I can treat the outbreak. In fact, the medical team is all over the ship now inoculating the crew,” said the doctor.
“But we can't treat you,” added Hunt. “You've really muddled up things for me Dave. Your little stunt may have very well jeopardized our trade with the Qormar and shorted the time we can do anything about this because we have an unknown attack force coming our way.”
“What's going to happen now?” asked Sparr hanging his head down.
“There is only one way,” said H'loor. “You and B'loor must finish what you started.”
“What?”
“We've found out that if you complete the sexual intercourse, another chemical would be introduced into your body from B'loor and that would neutralize the effects of first secretion,” said DeSalle.
“But there's a huge downside, Dave,” said Hunt sitting down.
“To complete the sexual intercourse means that B'loor would have to deposit the lippa, his eggs into you,” said the T'aal elder. “The lippa would attach themselves inside you and they cannot be removed until they hatch.”
“It'll kill you Dave,” said DeSalle. “Our bodies are not meant to do this.”
“How many eggs are we talking about?” asked Sparr as cold sweat wet his back.
“About thirty,” said DeSalle.
“Can't you just quarantine me or something?”
“Since we're not going home anytime soon, that could be a really long time locked up by yourself,” said the doctor. “Also, your chances of infecting the crew does not go away.”
“Essentially, it's life imprisonment or death,” said Hunt. “Who'd have thought we'd face these sorts of questions in this day and age?” Hunt pressed his fingers on his temple.
There was a long pause. Sparr closed his eyes and wished that this was some form of nightmare, and that he would wake up soon. But he knew what he had to do. He was a trained soldier after all, and the safety of the ship had to be paramount.
“I'll do it.”
…..
Hunt walked out of Sparr's quarters with Dr. DeSalle and H'loor. He wished that there was something more he could do, but he had pressing things to take care of first.
“H'loor, you're with me. Let's get ready for the Qormar and seal the deal for their star maps,” said Hunt. “Doctor, I need you to work with the other T'aal on board, find out if there is a way to safely remove the eggs from Sparr.”
….
“So here we are again,” said Sparr looking at B'loor.
“Dave, I am sorry for...”
“Please, it was my fault,” said Sparr embarrassed. “It's my mess and I'll fix it.”
Sparr walked up to the T'aal and touched his chest. He was expecting B'loor to move away like before, but instead the T'aal pulled him close and hugged him.
“Well, at least we get to do it properly,” smiled Sparr and he kissed B'loor.
Sparr moved to the bed. He got in and watched B'loor climb in after him. They kissed again and Sparr felt B'loor's hands all over his body, stripping off his uniform and caressing his skin.
“I thought the T'aal weren't attracted to humans sexually,” smiled Sparr.
“They may not, but I am,” said B'loor who tore at Sparr's uniform, ripping it apart.
Sparr moaned as B'loor licked his neck. He could see that B'loor was getting aroused as tendrils formed on his fingertips. The tendrils looped themselves around his scrotum and penis as B'loor sucked on his organ.
“I like the texture of your cock,” breathed B'loor sucking on the human's rigid shaft and licking the red bulbous head.
“Oh god, I didn't even know you knew how to do this. And man, you're good!”
Sparr never had an erection this hard before and it felt wonderful. He was trying his best not to shoot his load and keep the sensation going for a little longer. Finally, B'loor let go of his penis and pulled him to the edge of the bed. Sparr turned around and offered the alien his orifice. The tendrils didn't hesitate and went straight for Sparr's anus, probing and massaging as they attempted to gain entry. Sparr could feel that the tendrils were getting slippery and wet as they pushed past his anal ring.
The three tendrils excited Sparr from within as they slithered deep into his recesses. He began to breathe heavily and moaned when one tendril found his prostate. He looked down at his own cock and saw that he was leaking precum and the thick nectar had drizzled all over the sheets.
“Are you sure...” breathed B'loor. “This is your last chance to...”
“Do it, B'loor, impregnate me, please...” answered the human, panting.
Sparr felt the tendrils bulge and then a slight burning sensation as hot liquid flowed from them depositing the lubricated lippa. And it didn't stop. The liquid overflowed and oozed from Sparr's anus and dripped from his balls. One of the tendrils then pressed hard on his prostate and Sparr found himself ejaculating as well.
Both of them fell to the floor and they didn't move for a few seconds. B'loor's tendrils flopped out of Sparr and lay limp before slowly retracting back into his fingers.
“How long before they hatch?” asked Sparr staring at the ceiling after his breathing had normalized.
“About six weeks,” said B'loor who got up, gathered the human in his strong arms and lifted him to the bed. He climbed in too and hugged the man tightly. Sparr then started to cry.
“I'm sorry Dave.”
Both of them fell to the floor and they didn't move for a few seconds. B'loor's tendrils flopped out of Sparr and lay limp before slowly retracting back into his fingers.
“How long before they hatch?” asked Sparr staring at the ceiling after his breathing had normalized.
“About six weeks,” said B'loor who got up, gathered the human in his strong arms and lifted him to the bed. He climbed in too and hugged the man tightly. Sparr then started to cry.
“I'm sorry Dave.”
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