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.