The Muthrog Incident - Part 6

“I must say that the Cintay have a legitimate claim here, Je-El,” said Captain Hunt sitting at the head of the table. To his left was Je-El and on his right was Olu. Holts and H'loor stood behind the captain and listened intently on the proceedings that had gone on for more than two hours.

Holts stepped out from time to time to oversee the repairs on the ship. They needed to make sure that their defense systems were up and running should the talks go south. Meanwhile, whenever Holts came back into the room, Hunt could see the walkways being cleared of the fallen debris before the doors hissed shut again.

“The Muthrog have been told about the effects of their mining in your sector?” asked Hunt leaning forward.

“Yes,” Olu said tapping on a pad and activated the holoscreen again. “All these reports, studies and even pleas were sent to their ships.”

Hunt had seen the readouts and it was clear that the Muthrog have been depleting the gasses of the nebulae that were crucial to the survival of the Cintay people. Hunt could also tell from the frustration in Olu's tone that attacking any ships that trespassed into their space was the only way to safeguard the Cintay.

“And you have developed alternative sources for this gas on your own planet?” Hunt turned and looked at Je-El.

“We have but it is still in the development stage and it costs too much to -”

“And what of our cost? Lives are effected here,” said Olu cutting the argument that Je-El had repeated throughout their lengthy conference.

“Be that as it may,” said Je-El standing up. “Our ships will be here shortly. I don't like to threaten, but we outnumber and outgun your little fleet.” Je-El pushed the chair back and motioned to leave the room. “Now captain, I think this meeting has ended.”

“Gentlemen please,” began the captain. “There is always room to talk without the threat of violence.” Just then Lieutenant David Sparr entered the room and passed Hunt a report before moving next to Holts. “However,” said Hunt letting his voice hang in the air for a moment as he studied the pad. “My officer has just notified me that the Cintay has managed to come up with an armada of their own, made up of a few neighboring worlds.”

“You set this up!” yelled Je-El.

“Hardly, they have merely informed us of their tactical plans that's all,” said Hunt evenly. “Now unless you want a war on your hands where both sides will suffer losses, I think we should continue talking.”

…

Hoggins welcomed the lips of Lieutenant Taylor Lansing as he reached out and kissed him. He had been discharged from sickbay to make room for the more critically injured crew members. The moment he stepped out, Hoggins looked up the roster for crew mates who were off duty. He didn't want to go back to his quarters. He didn't want to be alone.

Taylor's lips were soft and warm and as their lips met, Hoggins knew that this was what he needed – comfort. He ignored the slight lingering pain on his body and focused on exploring Taylor's smooth chest and perky nipples. Taylor was one of those guys who moaned when they kissed and that turned Hoggins on. He stuck his tongue in deeper and pushed the intensity of their kiss up a notch. Hoggins cupped both sides of Taylor's face and drew him in closer as they both lay down.

Hoggins reached down and found the younger man's hardon. His fingers played with the stiff organ, feeling the taut skin that stretched over the rigid meat. He moved on to fondle the soft hairless pouch underneath the erection noting every wrinkle as he went. He flinched a little when Taylor grazed past the wound on his chest as the man reciprocated the raging carnal lust. Hoggins broke their kiss and admired Taylor's face. He then looked down at the identically beautiful face of Taylor's twin brother, Trevor, who was busy sucking on his cock.



Hoggins wanted to stop thinking. And this was the only way he knew how to keep the demons at bay. He knew that as long as he was with the twins, the horror of Miles' death wouldn't hit him.

Lieutenant Trevor's lips were soft like his brother's and Hoggins liked that the younger man was unskilled but eager. With his free hand Hoggins lifted his cock and showed Trevor that his balls needed some attention. The younger man complied by leaning in and lapping the sack, tonguing the contents within the skin. Hoggins moaned and let go of his hardon and the heavy penis slapped wetly on Trevor's face.




Taylor got up from next to Hoggins and knelt with his brother. He pulled on the cock that was drenched in his brother's saliva and took it into his mouth. Hoggins sighed as his genitals were attended to by the twins. At one point they were sharing his slick cock as it was passed between their mouths. Hoggins could almost tell the brothers apart from their lips and their tongue.

“Get it nice and wet guys,” said Hoggins smiling. “I've got two hot asses to fill tonight.”

Crew Complement

Name : Darin Martin

Rank : Commander

Age : 29

Field : Anthropology, medical

Crew Complement

Name : Eli Lewis

Rank : Lieutenant

Age : 25

Field : Security

Crew Contact

The room was hot, too hot in fact. But it wasn't just the temperature. Having young Ensign William Braggon around would make any hot blooded man sweat. And that wasn't the only bodily fluids that oozed from Lieutenant Commander Alfonso de la Garza.

And there was nothing more soothing than being able to press his sweaty skin against Braggon's smooth silky body. Absolutely not a thing.

On Board

Hi all! Hope you are enjoying the story so far. And I hope you like where the series is going.

As for the characters, I initially wanted to constantly keep the people on board Starlight changing (except for the captain, that is). But guess what? I keep finding more stories for guys like Sparr, Valez and so on. So expect them to come back soon.

Oh and for those of you who are wondering what's happening to Sparr and the 'eggs' inside him, well, you'll find out soon enough.

Laters!

See you under the starlight.

Kit

The Muthrog Incident - Part 5

Hoggins was barely conscious when he was taken to sickbay. Every part of him ached and he tried not to move but he was inevitably bounced about a fair bit being carried by one of the medics. He tried to bare the pain, he tried to refocus his thoughts but nothing worked.

“Steady Sam, we're almost there,” said the medic. Hoggins couldn't really hear what was being said, the ringing in his ears drowned out all other sounds. The only thing he could do was not to scream too much and count on his crew mate to take care of him. Strangely, the latter was probably harder to do. Trust and reliance were not things that came easily to Hoggins. He wondered if that was the reason why he was pushing Miles away, that he didn't want to be taken care off and he wasn't interested in coddling another person. He realized immediately how selfish and absurd that sounded. But also how true it was to him.

A few more agonizing turns later he heard the medic's muffled yell as they came through a doorway. He could feel himself being lifted off the medic's arms and lowered onto a bed as another medics took over his care. Hoggins would have felt more comfortable if it was Doctor DeSalle but he was too out of it to resist. He was too hurt to do anything but groan.

…

“Why have these Cintays attacked us so persistently? Surely they can see that we are not a Muthrog ship!” yelled Commander Holts slamming his fist on the table. He startled Je-El and for the first time since the alien came on board Starlight, his superiority and confidence was gone.

“Look Je-El, we want to get out of here in one piece, and so do you. Let us help you clear up this... misunderstanding between the Muthrog and the Cintay,” said Hunt on cue as the 'good cop'.

“Tell us why they want you!” said Holts leaning in close to the Muthrog. For a moment Hunt wondered if his first officer wasn't really venting his anger. From his torn uniform and the multiple cuts on his arm and body, Hunt knew that the commander must have crawled through a lot of broken bulkheads and debris to get to the briefing room. “Why do they want you!” hissed Holts.

“Je-El, are your ships within range to come to our aid?” said Hunt sitting down and staring intently at the Muthrog.

“They won't get here for another six hours,” whimpered Je-El who looked down at his lap.

“We'd be space dust in six hours!” barked Holts as he straightened up and turned to look out the porthole.

“Captain,” came a voice over the scarab. “We are being hailed by the Cintay.”

“Patch it through to this station,” said Hunt eagerly. Finally, a response. It would have been horrible if they were destroyed without ever seeing the face of their attacker.

A holoscreen was projected over the table and staring back at them was the face that was blank but for a round hole where a mouth sound be. Hunt tapped at the controls to make sure the translation mode was on.

“Surrender!” came the Cintay before Hunt could even do his standard greeting.

“We are not your -” started Hunt.

“Surrender the Muthrog!” cut in the Cintay. Hunt glanced at Je-El and saw that he was trembling.

“So you were right Je-El, it is you and only you that they want,” said Holts with a smirk on his face. “Captain, I say we give them what they came here for.”

“We would like to know why you have such hostilities towards the Muthrog,” said Hunt trying his best to look diplomatic. “I assure you that Je-El is a passenger on board, we have no stake in your dispute and we have no interest in your quarrels. But we would like to mediate for a resolution for both you and the Muthrog.”

The Cintay on the screen paused as if to consider what was being said. Hunt prayed that the translator on their end was getting all that he was trying to say.

“Agreed.”

“We would need assurances that you would not attack us once we're out of the nebula.”

“Agreed.”

“Captain?”

“I know, commander, but we need to take the first step to show good faith with our new friends, right...Mister...?

“Olu,” said the Cintay. “And we value your trust.” And with that the holoscreen turned off.

“You trust 'em Jon?” asked Holts, who already knew what the captain would say.

“I don't think we have much of a choice,” said Hunt. “Check on our secondary defenses and see we can bring it online. I am hopeful but let's not be stupid.” He turned and stared at Je-El. “It's about time we found out what crimes we've been paying for.”

…

Hoggins was still drowsy from the drugs injected into his system. He could hardly turn his head as more people, some alive, some not, were brought into sickbay. He fought his body from going under the sedatives and he tried to stay alert by observing commotion in sickbay. The ringing in his ears were still deafening but he could read the lips of one of the medics as they carried a badly burned body into sickbay. The body was nearly unrecognizable under the layer of soot and charred skin but he knew who it was.

Hoggins lost his will to fight the sedatives, in fact wanted to be knocked out immediately. The last thoughts that screamed in his head before the darkness took him was, “Miles! No please, god no!”

Crew Contact

i remember your scent. i know your every fold, every vein, every bump and dent.

Crew Contact

"Lieutenant Wilton, are you checking out my butt?"

Crew Contact

Ensign Josh Balker was both amazed and delighted when he got to touch Lieutenant Aaron Saslkin's cock. He had been told in the past that his own large penis felt wonderful in the hand, mouth and up the ass, but those were just words to him. This was the first time he had the chance to play with a cock bigger than his own. And he was excited to find out what else this big salami could do.

Crew Complement

Name : Ken Quepasic
Rank : Lieutenant
Age : 29
Field : Security, tactical

The Muthrog Incident - Part 4

“They are not following us in sir,” said Copland ducking under exposed coils to read the panel.

“Good,” said Hunt, his hand rubbing his forehead and discovered a cut just above his brow. There was a sudden blanket of silence over the ship as Starlight entered the nebula. Hunt breathed a sigh, relishing the quiet.

“Sir, our shields won't be able to protect us from the radiation inside this cloud for more than two hours,” Copland reported.

“Then start repairs,” Hunt said. He turned to look at DeSalle. “Doctor, take Hoggins and the rest of the injured to sickbay.” Hunt stood and felt a sharp pain on his sides. He knew that he had probably broken a few ribs. He took a deep breath which made him flinch, but he tried not to let the pain show. “Clear the bridge,” he said clenching his teeth trying to re-channel the pain. “All except you Je-El, I think we need to talk.

...

Ten Hours Ago

“They are a brute race,” said Je-El in a very matter-of-fact tone. He huffed and waved his hand to show how little he thought of matter.

“So have you had any contact with these... er,” said Hoggins realizing that he didn't know what to call the inhabitants of the planets at the brink of the nebulae.

“The Cintay,” said the Muthrog shaking his head. “And no, we want nothing to do with these unenlightened species.”

“But surely you must know them a little if you have been mining the nebulae all this time,” asked Captain Hunt who felt that Je-El was being evasive with his answers. He flashed a look at Hoggins and saw that he was sensing the same thing too.

“Mining? We don't mine, we're not miners! We collect the gasses that emanates from the nebulae, that's what we do!” said Je-El looking indignantly at the three men sitting in front of him.

“Je-El, I'm afraid from a purely tactical point of view we need to know if these beings are hostile since we're in their space,” said H'loor refocusing the conversation.

“Oh I wouldn't worry,” huffed Je-El.

“But...” started Hoggins.

“Thank you Je-El, we will let you rest and get ready for our rendezvous with your other ships,” interjected Hunt and stood to indicate that the meeting was over. “Mr. Hoggins would you see our guest to his quarters?”

As soon as the doors were closed, Hunt stood behind H'loor.

“Your thoughts H'loor.”

“It is clear that there is some hostility between the Muthrog and the Cintay, and if we are entering a contentious part space, we have to be prepared.”

“Make all the necessary preparations H'loor but we need to still appear friendly to the Muthrog ships when we arrive.”

“Understood.”

...

It was 0300 when Hoggins walked into his quarters. The captain had briefed him on the contingency plan and he was helping H'loor prep the ship's defense systems until he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. He stumbled into his quarters rubbing his head feeling a migraine coming along. He walked into his bedroom dragging his feet and found Miles Kopel asleep on his bed.

Hoggins stood at the foot of the bed and almost chuckled seeing how Kopel was on his back hugging the pillows. He looked so innocent, almost childlike in a deep blissful sleep. Kopel's legs were apart after kicking off the sheets, and from where Hoggins was standing, he could see Kopel's cock and balls nestled between his two powerful thighs.

Hoggins crouched down and rested his chin on the edge of the bed admiring Mile's perfectly formed genitals. The dim light overhead bathed the soft roll of flesh in an amber glow and it accentuated every fold of the thin membrane that covered the flaccid penis. Mile's penis looked gentle in the way it was slumped over the two balls made it look adorable, Hoggins thought. 'Adorable' that's one word that Hoggins never thought he'd use to describe a penis. Lately, all his encounters with penises were always rigid, engorged and almost angry. They came at him from every which way, and he would worship them, tame them even, until they submitted to him. And often they did.

Hoggins climbed into bed as gently as he could, moving himself closer between the sleeping man's open legs. When he was close enough, he could smell the gentle musk that emanated from Kopel's groin. Under normal circumstances, Hoggins would have pounced in and wrapped his lips around the cock, but not tonight. Perhaps because he was fatigued from his long work hours and stressed out from the fact that Starlight was inching into a possibly hostile territory, his instincts were held back.

Lately, he had been jumping into bed with anyone who offered. And the sex was always exciting and hot, but there were never any real time for intimacy. It was as if he would just let rip his carnal needs and persevered to see that every nuance of it is satisfied. Nothing else mattered. Hoggins knew that in his zeal for sexual gratification, he had hurt the one man who was in love with him. A man whom he could, quite possibly, love back.

Hoggins reached out and touched Kopel's scrotum, the skin felt smooth and supple, almost without wrinkles. He could feel the testicles move under his touch as the penis twitched.

“What time is it?” said Kopel stirring and sitting up rubbing his eyes.

“Sorry, didn't mean to wake you,” Hoggins moved next to Kopel. “You were waiting up for me?” Hoggins traced the lines on Kopel's face creased from the ruffled sheets.

“It's okay,” said Kopel. “I should go, and let you sleep.”

Hoggins grabbed Kopel's arm as he was trying to get out of bed and he pulled him back. He couldn't understand why this man was putting up with him, he couldn't get why Kopel would go out of his way to let him have his.

“I've been an asshole,” said Hoggins holding Kopel closer. “I don't really know why I've been acting the way I have, and I know that I've really hurt you,” he said almost whispering.

“Hey, as long as you come back every night, I -”

“You shouldn't have to put up with all this shit,” Hoggins couldn't look Kopel in the eye. All he could do was hold his hand.

“I know, I'm kind of a masochistic idiot.”

Hoggins looked up and saw that Kopel was trying to smile. Right then, Hoggins felt something he never thought he would. He had always thought that shame was an archaic concept, but at that it felt real. He leaned in and kissed Kopel.

“I guess we're just not meant to be.” Kopel stared so intently into Hoggins' eyes that he turned away. Hoggins wanted so much to say otherwise, but he couldn't. And so he didn't.

Hoggins caressed Kopel's bare shoulders and kissed him again. He lay Kopel down and kissed his neck. Kopel held Hoggins' head when he reached his nipple and didn't let go until he was moaning from the touch of his tongue. Hoggins went on to lick Kopel's tummy, caressing his face against the smoothness of his stomach. When he reached his belly button, Hoggins felt Kopel's erection pressed against his chin. He promptly attended to it – licking the corona and the single tear of precum on the slit. He tasted to salty droplet and he looked up at Kopel. There were so many things he could say or do to salvage this relationship. But he couldn't, and so he didn't.

That night the two men made love knowing that in the morning, they would no longer be together. And although their romance was brief, their feelings for each other was deep. Hoggins hated himself for not being able to sustain it and he would cry if only tears would come.

Soon, at 0600 the alarm will ring and they would have to leave for their shifts. Till then, they held each other tight and slept as a couple for the last time.

Crew Contact

Hi, you wanna come in? We were just getting started.

And let me tell ya, this is one piece of ass you don't wanna miss.

Crew Contact

When Lieutenant Terry Tenzuka met Crewman Josh Kelverg on the walkway.

Crew Complement

Name : Larry Krell

Rank : Lieutenant

Age : 29

Field : Navigation, engineering

The Muthrog Incident - Art

Crew Contact

Lieutenant Mendoza and Ensign Bindt gave the newly promoted Harry Nickelby to the rank of lieutenant junior grade, a night to remember.

The Muthrog Incident - Part 3

Starlight inched painfully towards the nebula ahead, her shields were failing and her structural integrity was almost gone. There were parts of the ship that were exposed to space and she was bleeding a trail of plasma and gas that came from the ruptured engine coils.

On the bridge Captain Hunt looked at the viewscreen and clenched both his fist and teeth. “Come on, come on!” that's was all he could think of.

“Captain,” said a voice behind him. Hunt turned and saw Je-El. “Captain, you must let me off this ship!” said the alien.

“Je-El, I'm afraid that's going to be difficult right now. But you should really head towards one of our emergency zones and stay there till this is over.”

“You don't understand captain.”

“What is it?” said Hunt impatiently. But when he saw that Je-El was troubled, he softened his tone.

The Muthrog walked towards the command post and Hunt realized that he was limping. Je-El's tunic was also torn and covered in soot.

“Captain,” said Je-El almost softly. “These attacks are because of me.”

…

Twelve Hours Ago

Lieutenant Hoggins squinted when he stepped out onto the walkway. He waited for his eyes to adjust to the lights as the door of the quarters hissed shut behind him. These were not his quarters, and if he thought hard enough, he might even remember the crew member it belonged to. All he could recall at that moment was his cock buried up someone's ass.

Hoggins rubbed his eyes and realized that he still had some caked semen on the back of his hand. He roughly scratched it off and walked on. Crew members that passed him flashed him a knowing smile. He hated that.

So what if he slept around, that was his prerogative. In any case, he felt sure that others did it too. He knew that he had one too many Crew Contact sessions over the last few months but he didn't care. He felt he needed it – the noncommittal touches and the no-strings-attached hookups served him fine.

He stumbled into his quarters and started peeling off his uniform as soon as the doors closed. As he pulled off his pants he realized that his cock was still wet from his last encounter with what's-his-name. He squeezed his deflated penis with his thumb and forefinger and wiped off the residue on his uniform before throwing it into a corner. His action of flinging his clothes jolted a memory from the night before. His cock was in more than one ass last night, which accounted for the dull ache between his legs.

His quarters was a mess but oddly, it didn't bother him. He set the temperature for the showers and as he was about to walk in, there was a knock on the door. He half thought to pull a robe over himself but then decided against it. He wouldn't mind fooling around a bit before his shift. He had time, and looking down between his legs, he felt he had some energy left too.

He walked to the door stark naked and punched the door release panel. Lieutenant Miles Kopel stood at the door looking at him stone-faced.

“Hey Miles,” said Hoggins suddenly feeling a little embarrassed by his nudity. “Come in,” he added and dashed off to find a robe.

Hoggins had started seeing Kopel for just over a month and although they never talked about exclusivity, Hoggins knew that Kopel wanted it. At first, it seemed appealing doing the 'old-fashioned' romance thing, and for a while, Hoggins thought that he could do it too. But lately, it seemed that he had been fucking everyone else on the ship but Kopel.

“Lieutenant,” started Kopel in an official tone. “The captain wanted me to show you these sensor sweep reports. We've found that there are actually three planets at the perimeter of the nebulae. The captain wants you to sit in tomorrow to ask the Muthrog about these planets since they have been mining in this sector for a long time.”

“Miles...”

Kopel didn't meet Hoggins' gaze and he stood there silently. Hoggins knew that his carnal activities were now common knowledge ship-wide and he realized that this was hurting Kopel. But he just didn't know what to do. The easy thing would be to call it quits, but somehow, he didn't want to breakup with Kopel. And he hoped that this feeling was mutual.

“You just got in?” asked Kopel finally. Hoggins just nodded.

“I was just gonna get showered and head off to work.”

“So you got some action last night huh?” said Kopel looking at Hoggins' cock that was dribbling cum again.

Hoggins didn't answer. He didn't know what to say.

“You should go shower,” said Kopel finally and he took Hoggins' hand and led him into the bathroom.

Hoggins stood under the water and Kopel started to soap him up. Neither men spoke. The sound of the water hitting the floor attempted, but failed to drown out the awkward silence. Kopel was still dressed when he knelt down and took Hoggins' cock into his mouth.

Hoggins tried to pull away but Kopel held him firmly in place as he continued to suck on his organ. Hoggins felt a little ashamed that his boyfriend was tasting other men on his penis, he felt embarrassed that he couldn't give him a decent and fresh hardon, a hardon that was just meant for him.

Hoggins' tired cock ached as Kopel continued lapping and sucking on it. And after a while he succeeded in getting the penis between his lips to harden. As the organ inflated, Hoggins could feel the strain – both on his penis and on their relationship.

Kopel fondled the wet balls just below his chin as his mouth took in the entire organ. Tugging the sack gently, he knew that he could tease another load from Hoggins. Kopel didn't know why, but he needed Hoggins to cum in his mouth. He needed one load. Just one more load. One that's for him.

Hoggins held Kopel's head and began thrusting himself deeper into the warm mouth that engulfed his cock. As he jabbed on, he could feel the soft smooth flesh of Kopel's throat and that got him excited.

And then he came. Kopel gulped down the few drops Hoggins' cock would give him.

Hoggins' shriveled penis jiggled painfully between his thighs as he lowered himself and sat in front of Kopel. He reached out and held his lover by his shoulders. And even in the shower, Hoggins could see the tears in Kopel's eyes.

Crew Contact

There's nothing like a little group R&R after a long shift.
Group Crew Contact became popular on Starlight after Lieutenants Kevin Pedackhy and Joseph Hollingsworth opened their doors to spectators when they had their sessions together.

Crew Complement

Name : Nicolas Rispik

Rank : Lieutenant junior grade

Age : 25

Field : Horticulture, terraforming

Crew Complement

Name : Simon Wilde

Rank : Ensign

Age : 18

Field : Anthropology

Crew Contact

Between duty shifts, crewmates get to know each other better.

The Muthrog Incident - Part 2

"They are beating the crap out of us!" yelled Ensign Joe Standley over the din.

Captain Hunt sympathized with the young ensign, he could hear the trembling in his voice. But there was no time. The ship's hull was buckling under the strain and the shower of energy beams from the attacking ships were not easing up.

There was no warning. One moment Starlight was in negotiations over passage into this sector and the next, they were swarmed by the ships. They gave no greetings and they answered no hails. They just pelted the ship with everything they've got.

Starlight's shields were the only thing that kept them from being blown up into a million pieces, Hunt was thankful for that. He said a silent prayer that the shields would stay up. He heard pounding on the doors and he snapped on his onyx bracelet and pointed it towards the source of the sound. Had they been boarded? He stood and took aim at the door but he heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that it was DeSalle and his medical team forcing the damaged door apart.

"Are you okay Jon?" asked DeSalle as soon as he got through. Security officers followed closely behind the medics and they took over the vacant stations on the bridge.

"I'd be okay when we get the hell out of here," said Hunt. "Ensign is there anything on sensors that could possibly give us some cover?"

"There is a nebula six hundred kilometers away that could help, if we can get there in one piece."
"Transfer all power to shields Mr. Copland," said Hunt to the interim tactical officer.

"Captain, the attacking ships are swarming again... they are all over us. I can't shake them!"

"Well at least they are persistent," said Hunt.

"They are targeting our engines," said Copland.

"Steady as she goes," said Hunt noticing DeSalle behind him and looking at their destination on his viewscreen.

"You think we can make it?"

"I don't think we have a choice, doc."

…

One Day Ago

“I've never seen anything like this,” said Hoggins looking at the ship on his viewscreen. “And from the T'aal database, I guess they haven't either.”

“What do you make of it, Mr Greer?” asked Hunt to the science officer on the bridge.

“From our scans that ship has a force field configuration that can stand up to high cosmic and thermal radiation. And its hull looks strong enough to withstand lots of punishment,” said Lieutenant Brice Greer.

“Well aren't you glad we've invited them to dinner,” said Hunt, flashing the young lieutenant a quick smile.

“Sir, permission to be part of the welcome party,” said Hoggins standing up from his station. “I would really like to meet the people behind such a beautiful piece of technology.”

“Granted, but you better hurry, their shuttle is docking as we speak.”

The tactical officer gave Hunt a nod and briskly headed towards the nearest walkway. The excitement of meeting a new race showed all over his face and that feeling carried him to the docking bay without him noticing anyone else along the walkways.

When Hoggins arrived he saw that H'loor and Lieutenant David Sparr were already there with a complement of security officers. He gave both officers a nod and stood next to them. This was the first time Hoggins had seen Sparr out of sickbay and considering what he had been through with the T'aal eggs still inside him, the lieutenant looked well, if a little tired.

“Do we know what the Muthrog look like?” asked Hoggins under his breath.

“Considering that we're going to see them in a few seconds, that is an odd question,” said H'loor without turning his gaze.

The alien shuttle hissed and its doors opened. There was a burst of gas and a lone Muthrog emerged. The alien was humanoid for the most part, with light bluish skin. To Hoggins the Muthrog looked lankly and tall, and when it got closer Hoggins realized that the alien had bright yellow eyes. Like amber, thought Hoggins.

“Captain Je-El, welcome aboard,” said Sparr smiling. “Welcome. I am Lieutenant David Sparr, this is H'loor and Lieutenant Sam Hoggins .”

“Just call me Je-El,” said the Muthrog holding up his thin, slender hand. “Our people are not accustomed to designations.”

“Very well,” said Sparr in a half bow. “Let us take you to our conference room where Captain Hunt will be waiting for us.”

As they all walked out of the docking bay, Hoggins felt another surge of excitement in him, and a little bounce on his step too. They were making first contact and he was part of it.

“It's all gonna be good from here on,” said Hoggins quietly to himself, beaming from ear to ear.

…

“And then the Muthrog discovered this expanse with nebulae spanning this entire sector rich with gasses they need for their ship propulsion, they started sending more ships here...” said Hoggins panting as he drove his cock deep into Ensign Ty Wheeler's sore anus. “...And they've been collecting the gasses for over a century now.”

“Sam, I'm starting to chafe...” said Wheeler evenly.

“Sorry kid,” Hoggins realized that he had been fucking the ensign for over an hour while being totally engrossed with information on their new visitor. He pulled himself out and kissed Wheeler. “I guess the excitement got the better of me.”

“Well I thought I was the excitement that gets the better of you,” teased Wheeler. “So are you gonna finish? If not, I know that a certain Commander Holts who'd love a go.”

“Please, that guy would stick his cock into anyone,” laughed Hoggins giving Wheeler a playful pinch on his nipples.

“Wow, distracted and insubordinate, that should go down well on your file.”

“You know what else goes down well?” said Hoggins getting up and straddling Wheeler's head.

Without another word Wheeler took Hoggins' rigid penis into his mouth. He tasted himself on the shaft and that triggered a hunger for the hot meet resting on his tongue. He moved his head up taking all of the cock in drawing a sigh from Hoggins. He sucked on the flesh hard biting down at the base of the organ as he buried his nose between the lieutenant's balls.

Hoggins straightened his legs behind him and rested on his elbows on each side of Wheeler's body. Wheeler caressed Hoggins' pecs as he started to face-fuck him. Wheeler relaxed his throat and controlled his gag reflex as the organ pushed on deeper into his mouth. Hoggins moaned and kissed the ensign's flat tummy, licking his belly button as he went.

Wheeler tasted Hoggins' precum trickling down his tongue and increased his suction over the throbbing meat. Hoggins flinched and tried to pull himself from Wheeler's hold but that only made the younger man suck harder as the tip of his tongue probed all the sensitive spots along his shaft and on his cockhead.

“Shit, let go... I'm gonna... blow...” sighed Hoggins trying to left his pelvis. Every time he did that the suction drew him back in making him thrust his cock back into the warm wet mouth. Goose-pimples formed along his back as he inched closer towards the precipice of no return.

“Mmm?” said Wheeler feigning ignorance and biting down firmly on the fleshy organ.

“Fuck, let go! I wanna cum in your ass!” yelled Hoggins, his muscles clenching. He only had his will to hold off ejaculating, and that was weakening by the second as he was lulled closer and closer to release. Hoggins grabbed Wheeler's cock and squeezed it hard, hoping that it would get him to let go, but the organ only hardened in his palm.

“Oh fuck it!” said Hoggins defeated. He pushed himself all the way into Wheeler's mouth and let go. The first few shots of his thick cum drained down Wheeler's throat easily but the subsequent torrents choked the boy.

Hoggins pressed down on the Wheeler's face forcing his cum in. Wheeler struggled overwhelmed by the copious amounts of semen shot into his mouth. And it didn't seem to stop. The fluid flooded up to his nostrils and he coughed violently trying to repel both the penis and the cum from his mouth. Hoggins didn't move until he was completely empty and his balls had distended back into the pouch. Wheeler pushed the lieutenant off him coughing and spitting as Hoggins turned and looked on in amusement.

“See? Told ya to let go.”

Crew Complement

Name : Jonathan Hovis

Rank : Ensign

Age : 18

Field : Engineering, propulsion