“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.
4 comments:
Enjoyed it. Thanks so much for your hard work making me hard. LOL Things are going so well. Cheers, AOM
Ur a true artist...not only with words but with images as well!!
Brilliant!! What happen to patient zero?
Just read the entire T'aal Imperative posts you've got here....it's still incomplete, right?!
nope this chapter is pretty much done. the reveal was in part 4.
So Dave Sparr dies?! Crap! :(
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