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.

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.

“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.