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.