Name : Chester Lignell
Rank : Lieutenant
Age : 28
Field : Security
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Crew Contact
All work and no play? Never, if you ask Lieutenant Winde and Ensign Sands. After every assignment, Sands would yield to his commanding officer willingly.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Open Frequencies
Oh yeah, I've been waiting quite a bit for this storyline. I wanted some off-ship adventures and made pictures in anticipation for this and now I finally get the chance to use 'em. The picture above is new though and I must say I really like him. Too bad he doesn't really exist.
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Sunday, June 27, 2010
This Side of Paradise - Part 4
“I did love you George, I guess I still do,” Holts said tracing Stone's nipple. “It was painful when you left, but I understood.” Holts fingertips circled the caked cum that was on his chest. “There was still a lot ahead of us, we were so young then.”
Stone didn't say anything. He closed his eyes and nuzzled closer to Holts, smelling his skin and triggering more memories of the past. For a brief second he regretted his decision sleeping with Holts, but that second passed quickly. This was the only place he felt truly comfortable, next to Greg Holts, in his arms. And he needed that. He needed the feeling of having someone take care of him, at least for the moment.
“Commander Stone.”
Greg Stone shook his head and cursed quietly. He had been daydreaming again. This almost never happen to him before. He was brought up to be unperturbed by emotions, unruffled by feelings. In fact, his father had taught him that feelings of any kind are a distraction. Later in life, as a cadet, he mastered the ability to put his mission first and everything else, second. Or at least he thought he had.
Stone turned to see Lieutenant Howie Nester running towards him. The young officer was out of breath and his flushed face showed a mixture of bewilderment and excitement.
Stone didn't say anything. He closed his eyes and nuzzled closer to Holts, smelling his skin and triggering more memories of the past. For a brief second he regretted his decision sleeping with Holts, but that second passed quickly. This was the only place he felt truly comfortable, next to Greg Holts, in his arms. And he needed that. He needed the feeling of having someone take care of him, at least for the moment.
“Commander Stone.”
Greg Stone shook his head and cursed quietly. He had been daydreaming again. This almost never happen to him before. He was brought up to be unperturbed by emotions, unruffled by feelings. In fact, his father had taught him that feelings of any kind are a distraction. Later in life, as a cadet, he mastered the ability to put his mission first and everything else, second. Or at least he thought he had.
Stone turned to see Lieutenant Howie Nester running towards him. The young officer was out of breath and his flushed face showed a mixture of bewilderment and excitement.
“Calm down Nester,” Stone said standing up. “What is it?”
“You need to see this sir.”
Without saying another word Stone picked up his gear, checked his Onyx and followed Nester. They walked up a slope thick with foliage and after a few more paces Nester crouched down behind a bush and signaled to Stone to do the same. Nester parted the shrubs and Stone leaned in to look. Stone realized that they were at the edge of a hill and there was a good fifteen-foot drop beyond that. Below them were pieces of rock and some large boulders before reaching the sea. The ocean spanned on for a couple of kilometers ending at a beach in the distance. Stone looked at Nester quizzically and the lieutenant pointed. It took Stone a few seconds before he saw what it was that got Nester so excited.
Headed towards them, just below the surface of the water were three dark shapes swimming very fast. At first glace they looked to be almost gliding through the greenish liquid mass. And suddenly, they jumped out of waves, flipped and dived back into the sea. This reminded Stone of the long-extinct sea animals that lived in Earth's oceans. He remembered watching video footage of whales leaping in and out of water in almost the same way.
But what Stone saw didn't resemble whales at all. In fact, they were humanoid. As the three continued their jumping, Stone got a better look at them and his eyes widened.
“Mermaids?” Stone said looking over at the lieutenant, mirroring his amazement.
“Mer-men, more like.” said Nester smiling.
...
Captain Hunt walked into the conference room and noticed that everyone was already seated. Commander Holts and Lieutenant Commander Frask were chatting with their guests eagerly and they both stood when they saw the captain.
“Captain,” said the first officer gesturing to the four aliens at the table. “These are our guests the Yusei - Ambassador Bolak, his chief of staff Manduk and his aides.” Hunt nodded and smiled as he looked at every individual at the table.
“Captain Hunt, it is an honor to meet you,” said Bolak as Hunt sat down at the head of the table. “We used to be space explorers, and our culture is built on meeting new people.”
“Used to?” asked Hunt.
“Yes, but although we don't search the galaxy for friends anymore, it is always a pleasure to welcome visitors from distant worlds at our doorstep.”
“Diplomats, and politicians,” thought Hunt who remained smiling. “They can always avoid answering questions and make it seem as if they have.” He decided to let it drop. After all, this was their first meeting with the Yusei.
“And where is your home planet ambassador?”
“Jelai is the fifth planet from our sun,” said Bolak. “We travel our system constantly picking up what we need. In fact, there are two other habitable planets here. Commander Holts was telling us of your predicament and we would be honored to help you colonize one of these planets and make it your new home.” Hunt smiled. “I'm sure you're already considering Julan if you've sent down a survey team.”
“Hardly ambassador, we're merely doing some preliminary exploration,” said Hunt.
“Manduk was just telling us of their customs,” Holts said, changing the subject so as not to tell Bolak too much about their mission on the planet below. He poured himself and Manduk a glass of ale. “The Yusei have a tradition when they meet new people.”
“Yes, indeed we do,” said Manduk beaming from ear to ear. “It is our custom to prepare a feast for our guests, to show them our delicacies. And since our way of life is represented in our cuisine, sitting down for a meal with new friends will promote better understanding and stronger bonds.”
“How wonderful,” answered Hunt. At the corner of his eye he saw Holts leaning over trying to catch his eye.
“Yes, and captain, apparently their custom requires them to bring the meal and serve it at their new friends' premises,” Holts said emphasizing the last word and regretting using this as a topic change.
Hunt knew that security was a major concern for Holts. Allowing people to board the ship would represent some degree of risk, but Hunt felt that it would be worth it if it was just a matter of implementing a few more security measures. They desperately needed allies if they are going to find themselves a new home.
“Commander Holts will make the necessary preparations to see to that ,” said Hunt, ignoring the silent protest on Holts' face.
…
The three mermen that Stone and Nesper were observing were coming up on the boulders below them. As they pushed themselves up on the flat rocks that were half-submerged in water, Stone finally had a full view of the creatures.
They were very much like the mythical mermaids of Earth. Their upper bodies were reddish and well-muscled. And from Stone's vantage point, they seemed to be completely hairless with a smooth oily layer of skin that glistened under the sun. The lower parts of their body was a darker hue and the smooth skin continued on narrowing to a tail.
“They might be amphibious,” said Nesper as he took images and scanned the creatures with the Onyx on his wrist. “They seem to be coming up for the heat.”
“Can you tell body temp from here?” asked Stone. Nesper shook his head. “Then we'd need to get closer.”
“I wonder if they are sentient,” said Nesper reviewing the data on his Onyx. “Or more importantly, friendly.”
“I guess we'll find out,” Stone said and proceeded to carefully climb down the hill to the rocks below.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Crew Complement - After A Long Day
Name : Justin Jimenez
Rank : Ensign
Age : 18
Field : Medical, biochemistry
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Crew Complement
Name : Simon T. Esty
Rank : Lieutenant junior grade
Age : 22
Field : Terraformation, astrobiology
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Open Frequencies
This is my 100th post! I know, I know, that isn't a lot but then again I never thought I'd be able to sustain a story blog this long either.
Hope you are enjoying the story as much as I enjoy writing them. Here are two pics to celebrate my little mile stone!
Sunday, June 20, 2010
This Side of Paradise - Part 3
“Captain,” came Holts over the scarab.
“Go ahead,” said Hunt propping himself up in bed. This was the first time in the last few weeks that he had attempted to get some sleep. Longer still, since he made love to Tim.
“A ship has just entered sensor range sir.”
“Oh god, don't tell me, they are armed and ready to fire?”
“Negative sir, they are hailing us,” said Holts. “They appear to be friendly.”
“For now,” whispered Hunt as he reached over and stroked Tim's hair. Watching him sleep, Hunt often couldn't decide if he loved the boy as mentor or a lover. But he was fine threading both roles.
“How long before they are in full communications range?” asked Hunt.
“An hour sir.”
“Fine, get Frask to do a full systems check on our shields and defense just in case.”
“Acknowleged.”
...
Lieutenant Commander Harvey Frask watched as Lieutenant Scott Roppe walked into their quarters. Roppe knew that his husband would be waiting up and from his peripheral view he could see Frask sitting up in his bed eagerly. He smiled to himself. He wanted to make him wait.
“Oh come on, don't toy with me!” said Frask finally.
Roppe laughed and jumped into bed kissing Frask who took him into his big arms. “What do you wanna know?” asked Roppe giving Frask a little peck on the tip of his nose.
“Just tell me already, how was it?”
“You mean my session with Lieutenant Davis?”
“Yes!”
“You know that all Crew Contact sessions are private right?” teased Roppe as he pulled away far just far enough to look into Frask's eyes.
“Oh so we're doing that are we?” laughed Frask. “Then I'll just have to do my own investigation,” he said as he pulled Roppe to him again and held him tight. With one hand he slipped through the younger man's uniform and moved his fingers between Roppe's butt cheeks. Roppe yelped and laughed when he felt his husband's thick fingers up his anus.
“Oh wow, you're really wet,” said Frask feeling the copious amounts of semen leaking out his partner. “How many times did he come?”
“Just once, and that's all I'm saying about it.”
“Oh man, that's hot!” Frask said letting go of Roppe and standing up.
“I was hoping that there would be some jealousy at least!” Roppe said feigning annoyance. “After all, aren't I you man?”
They both giggled, then Roppe saw a glint in Frask's eyes.
“You are right, I should be jealous. In fact I should be furious!” he said and pulled Roppe off the bed. “I can't allow another man's seed inside my husband.” With that he threw Roppe onto the carpeted floor.
“Awww! That hurts, I'm not playing anymore. I'm taking a shower.”
“Oh no you're not.” Frask pulled the bottom off Roppe's uniform. “You're not going anywhere until I've dug out every last drop of the other man's cum outta your hot little ass!” He held Roppe's legs up and apart, and rubbed the freshly fucked anus with his fingers. “But I'm not gonna use my hands.”
Roppe liked it when Frask gets playful. Things around the ship had been too chaotic lately and the both of them needed more play time to just enjoy each other.
“Did you know that in the past, to secure dominance as the Alpha Male, a man had to make sure that his women get impregnated by him and him alone?” Frask said as he tapped his erection over Roppe's moist hole. “That's why the human penis is structured in such a way that it can, quite effectively, scrape out a rival's cum from inside his mate.” Frask inspected the raw and angry orifice. The fact that it had just been penetrated made his cock twitch with arousal. “It's all in the shape of the corona.” With that Frask pulled back his foreskin and pressed down his cock. With just a little push, his fat cockhead sank into the puckered anus, followed by the entire length of his rigid shaft. Frask shuddered when he felt how warm Roppe's ass was.
“Oh baby, your ass is burning up my cock,” he breathed. Then Frask hit the reservoir of cum inside. He smiled. “Pay dirt!” he whispered looking down at Roppe's beaming face. He lowered himself more between Roppe's wide welcoming legs and grinned when cum was forced out. Gently but firmly he pulled out, scrapping Roppe's insides with the edge of his plumb cockhead and taking with it the gooey liquid deposits of another man.
Frask rubbed his shaft with his thumb, brought it to his lips and sucked on the it. “Sweet,” he said and returned his cock into the depths of Roppe's snug ass. He quickened his pace, bringing up more and more of the leftover semen with every thrust.
“Oh yeah, clean me up baby,” sighed Roppe, ripping off the remnants of his uniform and holding out his arms across the floor to steady himself. His voice was shaky as his husband continued to tunnel on into him.
Frask loved the silky feeling of the residual cum-coating and he knew that it wouldn't be long before his cock would succumb to the delicious friction and blow its load. He started to sweat as his mind fought with his body. Then with the last shred of will power he pulled out of the warm embrace of Roppe's ass.
Roppe opened his eyes and looked quizzically at Frask. “Something wrong?”
“No.”
“Then what -”
Before Roppe could finish, Frask knelt between his thighs spreading them wider. Roppe felt his hamstrings strain as Frask bent over and kissed him. There was something almost primal about their kiss, rough even. Frask sucked on Roppe's tongue and drank his saliva hungrily. He positioned his cock with his free hand and it eased in. Breaking off their kiss, Frask caressed his lover's soft cheeks as he began to fuck him again. Both men moaned as they surrendered to their carnal lust. Frask held down Roppe's head as he punched on towards ejaculation. There was no reason for him to hold back anymore.
Roppe saw a wild look in Frask's eyes he didn't recognize, and that intrigued and excited him. “Punish me baby...” he moaned, feeling Frask's cock inflate inside him. “Finish it,” said Roppe enjoying the exhilaration of being fucked as his hair was being tugged.
“Finish it!” said Ropper, louder this time.
Frask squeezed his eyes shut as his body took over.
“Finish it!”
Frask yelled as spittle escaped his lips. His jaws clenched and his body tensed. Then with one forceful and satisfying jab, he released spray after spray of cum into Roppe.
Drained, Frask fell on top of Roppe who wrapped his hand and legs around his sweaty torso.
“Damn, who knew another man's cum would be such an aphrodisiac?” said Roppe.
“Go ahead,” said Hunt propping himself up in bed. This was the first time in the last few weeks that he had attempted to get some sleep. Longer still, since he made love to Tim.
“A ship has just entered sensor range sir.”
“Oh god, don't tell me, they are armed and ready to fire?”
“Negative sir, they are hailing us,” said Holts. “They appear to be friendly.”
“For now,” whispered Hunt as he reached over and stroked Tim's hair. Watching him sleep, Hunt often couldn't decide if he loved the boy as mentor or a lover. But he was fine threading both roles.
“How long before they are in full communications range?” asked Hunt.
“An hour sir.”
“Fine, get Frask to do a full systems check on our shields and defense just in case.”
“Acknowleged.”
...
Lieutenant Commander Harvey Frask watched as Lieutenant Scott Roppe walked into their quarters. Roppe knew that his husband would be waiting up and from his peripheral view he could see Frask sitting up in his bed eagerly. He smiled to himself. He wanted to make him wait.
“Oh come on, don't toy with me!” said Frask finally.
Roppe laughed and jumped into bed kissing Frask who took him into his big arms. “What do you wanna know?” asked Roppe giving Frask a little peck on the tip of his nose.
“Just tell me already, how was it?”
“You mean my session with Lieutenant Davis?”
“Yes!”
“You know that all Crew Contact sessions are private right?” teased Roppe as he pulled away far just far enough to look into Frask's eyes.
“Oh so we're doing that are we?” laughed Frask. “Then I'll just have to do my own investigation,” he said as he pulled Roppe to him again and held him tight. With one hand he slipped through the younger man's uniform and moved his fingers between Roppe's butt cheeks. Roppe yelped and laughed when he felt his husband's thick fingers up his anus.
“Oh wow, you're really wet,” said Frask feeling the copious amounts of semen leaking out his partner. “How many times did he come?”
“Just once, and that's all I'm saying about it.”
“Oh man, that's hot!” Frask said letting go of Roppe and standing up.
“I was hoping that there would be some jealousy at least!” Roppe said feigning annoyance. “After all, aren't I you man?”
They both giggled, then Roppe saw a glint in Frask's eyes.
“You are right, I should be jealous. In fact I should be furious!” he said and pulled Roppe off the bed. “I can't allow another man's seed inside my husband.” With that he threw Roppe onto the carpeted floor.
“Awww! That hurts, I'm not playing anymore. I'm taking a shower.”
“Oh no you're not.” Frask pulled the bottom off Roppe's uniform. “You're not going anywhere until I've dug out every last drop of the other man's cum outta your hot little ass!” He held Roppe's legs up and apart, and rubbed the freshly fucked anus with his fingers. “But I'm not gonna use my hands.”
Roppe liked it when Frask gets playful. Things around the ship had been too chaotic lately and the both of them needed more play time to just enjoy each other.
“Did you know that in the past, to secure dominance as the Alpha Male, a man had to make sure that his women get impregnated by him and him alone?” Frask said as he tapped his erection over Roppe's moist hole. “That's why the human penis is structured in such a way that it can, quite effectively, scrape out a rival's cum from inside his mate.” Frask inspected the raw and angry orifice. The fact that it had just been penetrated made his cock twitch with arousal. “It's all in the shape of the corona.” With that Frask pulled back his foreskin and pressed down his cock. With just a little push, his fat cockhead sank into the puckered anus, followed by the entire length of his rigid shaft. Frask shuddered when he felt how warm Roppe's ass was.
“Oh baby, your ass is burning up my cock,” he breathed. Then Frask hit the reservoir of cum inside. He smiled. “Pay dirt!” he whispered looking down at Roppe's beaming face. He lowered himself more between Roppe's wide welcoming legs and grinned when cum was forced out. Gently but firmly he pulled out, scrapping Roppe's insides with the edge of his plumb cockhead and taking with it the gooey liquid deposits of another man.
Frask rubbed his shaft with his thumb, brought it to his lips and sucked on the it. “Sweet,” he said and returned his cock into the depths of Roppe's snug ass. He quickened his pace, bringing up more and more of the leftover semen with every thrust.
“Oh yeah, clean me up baby,” sighed Roppe, ripping off the remnants of his uniform and holding out his arms across the floor to steady himself. His voice was shaky as his husband continued to tunnel on into him.
Frask loved the silky feeling of the residual cum-coating and he knew that it wouldn't be long before his cock would succumb to the delicious friction and blow its load. He started to sweat as his mind fought with his body. Then with the last shred of will power he pulled out of the warm embrace of Roppe's ass.
Roppe opened his eyes and looked quizzically at Frask. “Something wrong?”
“No.”
“Then what -”
Before Roppe could finish, Frask knelt between his thighs spreading them wider. Roppe felt his hamstrings strain as Frask bent over and kissed him. There was something almost primal about their kiss, rough even. Frask sucked on Roppe's tongue and drank his saliva hungrily. He positioned his cock with his free hand and it eased in. Breaking off their kiss, Frask caressed his lover's soft cheeks as he began to fuck him again. Both men moaned as they surrendered to their carnal lust. Frask held down Roppe's head as he punched on towards ejaculation. There was no reason for him to hold back anymore.
Roppe saw a wild look in Frask's eyes he didn't recognize, and that intrigued and excited him. “Punish me baby...” he moaned, feeling Frask's cock inflate inside him. “Finish it,” said Roppe enjoying the exhilaration of being fucked as his hair was being tugged.
“Finish it!” said Ropper, louder this time.
Frask squeezed his eyes shut as his body took over.
“Finish it!”
Frask yelled as spittle escaped his lips. His jaws clenched and his body tensed. Then with one forceful and satisfying jab, he released spray after spray of cum into Roppe.
Drained, Frask fell on top of Roppe who wrapped his hand and legs around his sweaty torso.
“Damn, who knew another man's cum would be such an aphrodisiac?” said Roppe.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Crew Contact
Lieutenant Tilfort loved nothing more than burying his face into Lieutenant Commander Nolbert's fury crotch and belly. And Nolbert was only all to happy to accommodate him.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Crew Contact
Ensigns Dekerk and Halloway loved to put on a show. 'Sunday Matinee', they called it.
And soon there were more participants than there were spectators during their performances.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Open Frequencies
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Sunday, June 13, 2010
This Side of Paradise - Part 2
Lieutenant Commander George Stone sat at the helm of the landing barge. From his sensors on the holoscreen he saw that the two other barges were in formation. He tapped in the necessary computations to enter orbit and checked the readouts to make sure that the other ships had made the same adjustments.
This was the first mission Stone had been on since their encounter with the Sxanians. He wished that he wasn't feeling any trepidation, but then he would be lying.
Four hours ago he was pacing his quarters checking and rechecking his gear, he wanted to be absolutely certain that he had everything covered. That was impossible, and he realized that an hour into his pacing, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.
When he had exhausted and frustrated himself enough, he sat down on his bed. He couldn't go on a mission like this. He was the 'unmovable rock' as everyone called him. The play on his name was amusing, for a while, but then his reputation was set. He knew that his crew mates depended on him being unshakeable, and right now, he wished that he was as unwavering as his nickname had set him out to be.
Stone left his quarters and paced down the walkway. It had been a while since he had done this, but maybe, just maybe this is what he needed to calm his nerves.
He turned a corner and and slapped on the door chime.
“George? What are you doing here?”
Stone reached out and pulled Commander Holts to him and kissed him. Both men backed into the room and the door closed behind them.
This was the first mission Stone had been on since their encounter with the Sxanians. He wished that he wasn't feeling any trepidation, but then he would be lying.
Four hours ago he was pacing his quarters checking and rechecking his gear, he wanted to be absolutely certain that he had everything covered. That was impossible, and he realized that an hour into his pacing, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.
When he had exhausted and frustrated himself enough, he sat down on his bed. He couldn't go on a mission like this. He was the 'unmovable rock' as everyone called him. The play on his name was amusing, for a while, but then his reputation was set. He knew that his crew mates depended on him being unshakeable, and right now, he wished that he was as unwavering as his nickname had set him out to be.
Stone left his quarters and paced down the walkway. It had been a while since he had done this, but maybe, just maybe this is what he needed to calm his nerves.
He turned a corner and and slapped on the door chime.
“George? What are you doing here?”
Stone reached out and pulled Commander Holts to him and kissed him. Both men backed into the room and the door closed behind them.
The barge rocked as they entered Julan's orbit. Stone clenched his teeth and he could hear his own breathing. He tapped on the controls again and the barge steadied. Behind him the landing party let go of the overhead handrails when the ship stopped shaking. Stone wished that he could have brought more security men with him. He had always felt more comfortable among jarheads. He understood them because he was one of them.
“Entering the outer atmosphere commander,” said B'loor as he called up another holoscreen that showed the terrain below. Stone was glad to have the T'aal on his team, and although B'loor wasn't initially selected for this mission, he managed, somehow, to come on the landing party. B'loor knew the systems better than anyone, Stone knew, this was after all T'aal technology that they were using. Aside from that, the T'aal have always been a rational species, and they never let personal agenda sway their judgment. Of course, Stone would feel much better if he knew why B'loor was so insistent on going on their first run.
A bleep from the controls brought Stone's mind back to his work. His fingers danced over the holoscreen's interface and he recalibrated their trajectory. The ship was now on autopilot as the systems took over helm control until they've cleared the planet's atmosphere. Stone sat back and watched the screen and his mind drifted again.
Holts' lips felt familiar, Stone never realized that the way someone kissed could bring back so many memories. He darted his tongue and he felt the little dent just above Holts' upper lip. Holts got that from a bar fight in the academy. He had split his lip when he got punched. He had split his lip when Stone punched him.
Holts turned around still embracing Stone and he pushed him onto his bed. As he fell, Stone laughed.
“That's a good move commander, been doing that a lot huh?”
Holts didn't say anything. He climbed into bed straddling Stone and resting his weight on him. He leaned over and they kissed again, more passionately this time.
Stone sighed when he felt the body heat against his skin. He missed the contact. He reached around Holts' muscular form and hugged him tighter. Their erections pressed hard against each others' as Stone wrapped his legs around Holts.
With one swift move Stone turned both of them around. When he was on top of the commander he pinned him down. He caught hold of Holts' wrists and held them down firmly over his head. With one free hand he explored the first officer's chest, pinching his nipples before sucking on them. He remembered how much Holts liked that. Stone loved men who were built like himself, muscular and hard. He liked the way their toned bodies felt and he liked the way they looked when he dominated them.
“Entering the outer atmosphere commander,” said B'loor as he called up another holoscreen that showed the terrain below. Stone was glad to have the T'aal on his team, and although B'loor wasn't initially selected for this mission, he managed, somehow, to come on the landing party. B'loor knew the systems better than anyone, Stone knew, this was after all T'aal technology that they were using. Aside from that, the T'aal have always been a rational species, and they never let personal agenda sway their judgment. Of course, Stone would feel much better if he knew why B'loor was so insistent on going on their first run.
A bleep from the controls brought Stone's mind back to his work. His fingers danced over the holoscreen's interface and he recalibrated their trajectory. The ship was now on autopilot as the systems took over helm control until they've cleared the planet's atmosphere. Stone sat back and watched the screen and his mind drifted again.
Holts' lips felt familiar, Stone never realized that the way someone kissed could bring back so many memories. He darted his tongue and he felt the little dent just above Holts' upper lip. Holts got that from a bar fight in the academy. He had split his lip when he got punched. He had split his lip when Stone punched him.
Holts turned around still embracing Stone and he pushed him onto his bed. As he fell, Stone laughed.
“That's a good move commander, been doing that a lot huh?”
Holts didn't say anything. He climbed into bed straddling Stone and resting his weight on him. He leaned over and they kissed again, more passionately this time.
Stone sighed when he felt the body heat against his skin. He missed the contact. He reached around Holts' muscular form and hugged him tighter. Their erections pressed hard against each others' as Stone wrapped his legs around Holts.
With one swift move Stone turned both of them around. When he was on top of the commander he pinned him down. He caught hold of Holts' wrists and held them down firmly over his head. With one free hand he explored the first officer's chest, pinching his nipples before sucking on them. He remembered how much Holts liked that. Stone loved men who were built like himself, muscular and hard. He liked the way their toned bodies felt and he liked the way they looked when he dominated them.
“I wanna see you naked,” said Holts. Stone let go of his hands and looked down at him.
“I'm sorry sir, you're gonna have to do that yourself,” Stone said with a half smile. Holts complied and began peeling off Stone's uniform.
When both men were naked they kissed again. Stone slipped a finger into Holts' mouth who gladly sucked on it. Then he moved the wet finger between the commander's butt cheeks and pushed it against his sphincter.
Holts winced as the finger inched its way up. “It's been a while,” he said feeling the uneasiness of an object up his ass.
“I know,” whispered Stone against his ear. “You've been fucking way too many butts, and I'm here to change that.”
“For you, anything,” said Holts smiling as he opened his legs wider.
Without removing his finger, Stone moved next to Holts and rubbed his cockhead against the commander's lips.
“Then sir, I think you should make sure that I'm wet enough so it wouldn't hurt, that much.”
Holts took in the meaty offering and sucked on it. From the way he was gently biting down on his shaft at the base, Stone realized that Holts remembered too.
Stone pulled his finger out and pushed Holt's lower back up, lifting his legs until his knees were pressed up against his chest. He looked at the puckered anus of his commanding officer, smiled and moved in. Holts yelped when he felt Stone's tongue dig into his opening. As the firm wet tip burrowed in, goosebumps formed all over his body. Holts grabbed some pillows and put one over his face as he groaned into it.
Stone let the intensity ebb for a moment before moving on to the fleshy scrotum that jiggled and bounced above Holts' anus. He opened wide and took both of the giant orbs into his mouth at once. He bit down and waited for Holts to moan. When he got the response he wanted his lifted the testicles inside the skin with the tip of his tongue and rolled them in his mouth.
“Oh man, just fuck me already!” said Holts throwing the pillow away.
“Is that an order sir?”
“Oh you betcha ass it is.”
Stone knelt between Holts' legs and slapped his erection against his quivering anus. He pressed his cockhead down at an angle and as it started to slip in, he straightened and leaned in, shifting his weight as he entered Holts in a precise move.
“Oh god, you're good,” said Holts adjusting to the girth of the organ as it invaded his insides.
“That's the good thing about us jarheads sir, we get the job done.”
Stone plowed on, with each stroke he pushed his entire length into the hole. He varied his penetration depth and each of his thrust was rewarded with a moan. He quickened his pace stabbing into the anus. He would pull his cock out completely before reentering in one smooth, calculated move before the gaping hole had a chance to fully close.
Holts closed his eyes and with his mouth agape, he let out moan after moan as his ass was continuously assaulted. Stone smiled when he saw that Holts had lost his erection – nothing says dominance like a man giving up his hardon for you. And with one strong thrust of his hips, Stone sank his cock in deeper.
“Commander?”
“Mr. Stone,” repeated B'loor.
Stone shook his head a little as he returned to the present. “Yes, B'loor.”
“Are these the coordinates of our landing site?” asked B'loor. If he had noticed Stone's daydreaming, he didn't show it. Stone nodded and he felt the inertia pull him back against his seat slightly as the barge changed speed.
Stone pulled up a holoscreen that showed the terrain below. He was amazed at how beautiful it looked. The planet had clusters of small islands sprinkled around the large ocean mass and Stone wondered if their search for a planet for Earth's relocation had ended.
“I'm sorry sir, you're gonna have to do that yourself,” Stone said with a half smile. Holts complied and began peeling off Stone's uniform.
When both men were naked they kissed again. Stone slipped a finger into Holts' mouth who gladly sucked on it. Then he moved the wet finger between the commander's butt cheeks and pushed it against his sphincter.
Holts winced as the finger inched its way up. “It's been a while,” he said feeling the uneasiness of an object up his ass.
“I know,” whispered Stone against his ear. “You've been fucking way too many butts, and I'm here to change that.”
“For you, anything,” said Holts smiling as he opened his legs wider.
Without removing his finger, Stone moved next to Holts and rubbed his cockhead against the commander's lips.
“Then sir, I think you should make sure that I'm wet enough so it wouldn't hurt, that much.”
Holts took in the meaty offering and sucked on it. From the way he was gently biting down on his shaft at the base, Stone realized that Holts remembered too.
Stone pulled his finger out and pushed Holt's lower back up, lifting his legs until his knees were pressed up against his chest. He looked at the puckered anus of his commanding officer, smiled and moved in. Holts yelped when he felt Stone's tongue dig into his opening. As the firm wet tip burrowed in, goosebumps formed all over his body. Holts grabbed some pillows and put one over his face as he groaned into it.
Stone let the intensity ebb for a moment before moving on to the fleshy scrotum that jiggled and bounced above Holts' anus. He opened wide and took both of the giant orbs into his mouth at once. He bit down and waited for Holts to moan. When he got the response he wanted his lifted the testicles inside the skin with the tip of his tongue and rolled them in his mouth.
“Oh man, just fuck me already!” said Holts throwing the pillow away.
“Is that an order sir?”
“Oh you betcha ass it is.”
Stone knelt between Holts' legs and slapped his erection against his quivering anus. He pressed his cockhead down at an angle and as it started to slip in, he straightened and leaned in, shifting his weight as he entered Holts in a precise move.
“Oh god, you're good,” said Holts adjusting to the girth of the organ as it invaded his insides.
“That's the good thing about us jarheads sir, we get the job done.”
Stone plowed on, with each stroke he pushed his entire length into the hole. He varied his penetration depth and each of his thrust was rewarded with a moan. He quickened his pace stabbing into the anus. He would pull his cock out completely before reentering in one smooth, calculated move before the gaping hole had a chance to fully close.
Holts closed his eyes and with his mouth agape, he let out moan after moan as his ass was continuously assaulted. Stone smiled when he saw that Holts had lost his erection – nothing says dominance like a man giving up his hardon for you. And with one strong thrust of his hips, Stone sank his cock in deeper.
“Commander?”
“Mr. Stone,” repeated B'loor.
Stone shook his head a little as he returned to the present. “Yes, B'loor.”
“Are these the coordinates of our landing site?” asked B'loor. If he had noticed Stone's daydreaming, he didn't show it. Stone nodded and he felt the inertia pull him back against his seat slightly as the barge changed speed.
Stone pulled up a holoscreen that showed the terrain below. He was amazed at how beautiful it looked. The planet had clusters of small islands sprinkled around the large ocean mass and Stone wondered if their search for a planet for Earth's relocation had ended.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Open Frequencies
Friday, June 11, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Crew Contact
It was an unplanned session and Lieutenant Rudy Wynon was more than a little nervous when security officer Lieutenant Commander James York stood before him in all his naked glory.
Luckily, Rudy's cock had no problem making up for its master's bashfulness.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Open Frequencies
The tricky part of doing this story site is making the pictures. Sometimes I would have the pictures all worked out only to find that when I'm writing the story the images don't fit. There have been many panic moments when I'm struggling to do a last minute picture just so that the story gets illustrated.
I try to get the color schemes of the pictures standardized, but when things are done at the last minute, things get missed. For that I apologize.
Anyhoo, let me know what you think. Or ask me anything.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Crew Contact
Raymond loves a good shower. That's the only time his best friend Terence would let him touch him. He never understood why. He never questioned it either.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
This Side of Paradise - Part 1
“You're right captain,” said Holts looking at the holoscreen. “It is beautiful.” The star maps they traded for was certainly worth the trouble they went through.
“And after all that we've been through, it's down right perfect,” said Captain Jonathan Hunt smiling. It had been tough, and with as many as twenty crew members dead and scores wounded from the Cintay attack, the crew needed a break. Hunt was glad that the T'aal technology was not seriously impaired and the repairs were smoothly. H'loor had reported that they should be at full operational efficiency in less than a week.
“Send an away party commander, and if everything checks out, we may even be able to have a little shore leave for the crew,” Hunt got up from his command chair and walked to the control panels. He punched up the data from the passive scans and the readings were encouraging.
The planet that Starlight now orbit glowed like a jewel in the dark. From the readouts Hunt was looking at, Julan, as the star maps called it, had breathable air and a warm climate, what more could he ask for? From the corner of his eye Hunt saw his first officer rush off to get the landing barge manned. He knew that if he asked Holts, the commander would say that his haste was from the want to get back to their mission of finding a new home for humanity, but he knew there was more to it. Behind that calm and collected exterior, Hunt knew that Holts wanted, as he did, some time off the ship.
…
Sweat covered David Sparr's body as he tossed and turned in bed. In his dream he saw chaos, destruction and pain. In his dream he was on the walkway and everyone who passed him was grimacing and groaning. In his dream, he could see only pain.
And then the pain took form. It walked up to him like a ghost that had just regained corporeal form. It grabbed him by his arms and shook him. His entire body seized up and he felt a burning sensation that spread all over him.
Sparr opened his eyes and realized that the pain had followed him from his nightmare. He screamed, but he knew no one could hear him. He tried to sit up but he was too weak. He used all his strength to reach for the scarab on his nightstand and set off the medical emergency alarm. He fell back to bed scared and cried out in pain. He grabbed the corners of his sheets and pulled them close, hoping that by covering himself the pain would go away until help arrived. It didn't work of course. As he pulled on the fabric he smelt a faint iron smell. Sure enough, when he looked down, he found that his sheets was stained with blood.
And then he howled.
…
“How is he?” asked B'loor, his voice lowered. Although his facial expression didn't show it, Doctor DeSalle knew that the T'aal was feeling worried, and maybe even a little guilty.
“He's stable. My medic is giving him a scan right now,” said DeSalle and called up a holoscreen. “The eggs that were attached to his intestines have burrowed themselves deeper into the tissue. And from what I gathered from T'aal physiology, this is the second phase of your gestation period.”
“And after all that we've been through, it's down right perfect,” said Captain Jonathan Hunt smiling. It had been tough, and with as many as twenty crew members dead and scores wounded from the Cintay attack, the crew needed a break. Hunt was glad that the T'aal technology was not seriously impaired and the repairs were smoothly. H'loor had reported that they should be at full operational efficiency in less than a week.
“Send an away party commander, and if everything checks out, we may even be able to have a little shore leave for the crew,” Hunt got up from his command chair and walked to the control panels. He punched up the data from the passive scans and the readings were encouraging.
The planet that Starlight now orbit glowed like a jewel in the dark. From the readouts Hunt was looking at, Julan, as the star maps called it, had breathable air and a warm climate, what more could he ask for? From the corner of his eye Hunt saw his first officer rush off to get the landing barge manned. He knew that if he asked Holts, the commander would say that his haste was from the want to get back to their mission of finding a new home for humanity, but he knew there was more to it. Behind that calm and collected exterior, Hunt knew that Holts wanted, as he did, some time off the ship.
…
Sweat covered David Sparr's body as he tossed and turned in bed. In his dream he saw chaos, destruction and pain. In his dream he was on the walkway and everyone who passed him was grimacing and groaning. In his dream, he could see only pain.
And then the pain took form. It walked up to him like a ghost that had just regained corporeal form. It grabbed him by his arms and shook him. His entire body seized up and he felt a burning sensation that spread all over him.
Sparr opened his eyes and realized that the pain had followed him from his nightmare. He screamed, but he knew no one could hear him. He tried to sit up but he was too weak. He used all his strength to reach for the scarab on his nightstand and set off the medical emergency alarm. He fell back to bed scared and cried out in pain. He grabbed the corners of his sheets and pulled them close, hoping that by covering himself the pain would go away until help arrived. It didn't work of course. As he pulled on the fabric he smelt a faint iron smell. Sure enough, when he looked down, he found that his sheets was stained with blood.
And then he howled.
…
“How is he?” asked B'loor, his voice lowered. Although his facial expression didn't show it, Doctor DeSalle knew that the T'aal was feeling worried, and maybe even a little guilty.
“He's stable. My medic is giving him a scan right now,” said DeSalle and called up a holoscreen. “The eggs that were attached to his intestines have burrowed themselves deeper into the tissue. And from what I gathered from T'aal physiology, this is the second phase of your gestation period.”
B'loor glanced at the holoscreen only for a moment and he looked away. DeSalle reached out and held the alien's hand. “Look, this is not the time to blame yourself, the priority is to make sure that Lieutenant Sparr is alright.”
Even when he said it, DeSalle knew that it was not going to be an easy task. The human body was not made for this form of reproduction. The lippa, or T'aal eggs, would now drain more from its host to get the nutrients they need to grow. And there were twenty two eggs inside Sparr, much more than they had initially thought, and they were all, literally eating him alive, from inside out.
DeSalle had tried several methods to extract the lippa and even considered removing the section of the intestine that the eggs had latched themselves onto, but with no success. And the recent attack didn't help, his gastroenterological research was disrupted and he feared that it might be too late to help Sparr.
“May I see him?” asked B'loor walking towards the bed but DeSalle caught up with him and stopped him.
“I think we should let him rest. He was in a lot of pain when we got him in, so we had to sedate him. I will call you when he's awake,” DeSalle said managing a comforting smile.
The T'aal said nothing and turned to leave but something caught his attention and he stopped at a console.
“Doctor, are these the biological scans of the surface?”
DeSalle walked up behind him and saw the readouts B'loor was studying. “Yes, we have some very preliminary water and air compound readings. We do that so that we know a little about the planet before we...”
DeSalle didn't get to finish before B'loor turned and walked out of sickbay.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Crew Complement
Name : Frank Jacob Hollingsworth
Rank : Commander
Age : 31
Field : Propulsion, astro-science
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Crew Contact - Lunch Time
“I really love how your dick looks,” said Lieutenant Paul Renfort looking at the penis swinging heavily just inches from his face. He touched the organ, carefully at first, before holding it in his hand. He could feel the blood flooding into the meat as it stiffened in his palm. He could feel the heat as the penis lifted its head and stared back at him.
Lieutenant Yuri Sarkov was almost famous for having one of the most interesting looking cocks on the ship. Looking at it now, Renfort decided that it was almost diamond shaped. The base and the tip of the cock was narrower than its middle, and this made Renfort wonder how the organ would feel if plugged into him.
When the cock was fully erect, Renfort gave it a few pumps, feeling its rubbery texture, as he pulled back the thick foreskin. Unsheathed, the plump bulb glistened as if letting him know that it was ready to be further aroused. Renfort was mesmerized and he couldn't take his eyes off the long beautiful meat shaft he held in his hand.
“Paul, I'm going to need to report back to work clearing the debris on the walkways soon, if you're not going to get into it...”
“I am, I am... don't rush me,” said Renfort. “Don't worry Yuri, I'll get you off with plenty of time to spare.”
Renfort held Sarkov by the side of his hips and guided him closer. He opened his mouth and lifted just the tip of his tongue to feel the underside of the cock as it filled his mouth. Breathing through his nose, Renfort pleasured his crew mate as he created a tight suction around the penis. He waited until he could feel the cockhead pressed against his throat before he started bobbing his head back and forth. When he was ready he pulled Sarkov to him, taking in his cock entirely. Renfort fought his gag reflex as his lips reached Sarkov's pubes. And his effort was paying off. After just a few pumps he could taste the silky precum that coated his tongue and his throat.
With one hand Renfort tugged at the pendulous sack swinging freely between Sarkov's legs and with the other hand he squeezed the lieutenant's firm buttocks.
“Oh god, I'm going to give you a big load,” mumbled Sarkov who had to steady himself by pressing against the wall behind Renfort. “I've not ejaculated for nearly a week.”
Encouraged, Renfort sucked on, closing his eyes so that he could focus on stimulating the hardon in his mouth. Then without warning he felt a small explosion at the tip of Sarkov's cock followed by jets of liquid shot down his throat. Renfort drank all he could but he had to pull the cock out when it didn't stop shooting. He held it in his hand and felt it pulsate as volleys of thick cum still burst from the piss-slit. He felt the hot jizz all over his chest before it cooled and dribbled down his torso.
Sarkov's ejaculation finally ceased, and he was breathing heavily standing over Renfort. Renfort couldn't believe the copious amount of semen all over him and that turned him on. He scooped up some from his chest and smeared it on his own penis. As he masturbated, he wiped more of the fresh load on his balls and even pushed a little up his own anus. The smell of spunk and the sight of Sarkov's cock dangling wetly in front of him took him nearer and nearer to orgasm. As he passed the point of no return, Renfort leaned forward and slurped the cum-soaked cock into his mouth again and ate up all the milky nectar that still covered the organ. He swallowed every last congealed lump hungrily before he spilled his own seed on the deck.
Open Frequencies
So I hope you all liked the Muthrog Incident. Admittedly it was a little sadder than the stories that you'll find here. I do think that there is room for it here though, even if this is a erotic-themed story blog.
I do worry a little when I'm writing these stories that the sci-fi parts of the plot line gets a little thin. I can't really explore it as much as I'd like for fear that the chapters would get too long and the erotic elements become too few and far between. But there must be some middle ground here. While I am well aware that you're here to get aroused with words, I do think that the stimulation from a good story should be part of the equation too.
Well, tell me what you think.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
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