Open Frequencies

Things are pretty quiet around these parts of late now that Summer is in full swing.
That's why I'm gonna use this time to take a breather as well. We'll be on hiatus this weekend and we'll see you back here next Sunday for the continuation of The Side of Paradise.

Check back during the week for the daily pictures though.

Crew Complement

Name : Christian Luoges

Rank : Lieutenant

Age : 26

Field : Navigation

Crew Contact

Lieutenant Calvin St. James decided to join the party held at Ensign Aaron Rice's quarters. He arrived on time but found that Rice had already started entertaining Lieutenant Lucas Sujita. In fact he was already poised to slurp up Sujita's first load. Calvin hoped that the young ensign was thirsty for a second helping.

Crew Contact

Lieutenant Garret couldn't get over just how adorable twenty two-year-old Calvin St. James was. His playful attitude, the winning smile, coupled with his massive body that was covered with a fine coat of hair made almost everyone on board have a crush on the young lieutenant junior grade.

Crew Complement

Name : Marcus Thavern

Rank : Lieutenant junior grade

Age : 24

Field : Geology, astrophysics


Name : Emmanuel G. Hortiz

Rank: Lieutenant junior grade

Age : 23

Field : Horticulture, geology

This Side of Paradise - Part 8

Lieutenant Commander Stone never thought that first contact could be that simple, yet complex. Without a word said, he seemed to have gained the trust of the merman. The alien boy was quite beautiful, thought Stone, perhaps more innocent than aesthetically pleasing, he supposed. The merman pushed himself off the flat rock and into the water. He seemed to be laughing, yet no sound came from his lips. He reached out his hand to Stone, indicating that he wanted the human to follow him. For a brief second Stone remembered the ancient Earth legends of sirens luring seamen to their deaths. This wouldn't be a bad way to go, thought Stone. He made a quick glance back to make sure that Nesper was still there. He slowly moved his hand over his scarab, so as not to alarm the alien, and tapped it. “Lieutenant, I want you to assemble the team here,” he said as casually as he could, maintaining his smile with the alien youth.

“Sir, I don't think what you're about to do is wise,” came Nesper.

“That's why I need you to keep your onyx trained on them and I expect you to get me out of trouble, should it arise.” Stone inched closer to the edge of the rock. “Get everyone here and make your presence known,” he said and before Nesper had a chance to protest, “I'll be fine Lieutenant, just keep watch.”

Stone jumped off the flat rock into the ocean. He immediately realized that the water density on this planet was different – he didn't have to work hard to stay afloat. The merman swam around him, splashing water around him playfully. Stone searched the horizon for the rest of the merman's companions and saw that they were far away, no doubt preferring to observe their interaction from a distance.

Stone swam a little trying to follow the merman. His swimming amused the creature and the alien went underwater several times to see what he was doing. Then he jumped out of the water in a big splash and drenched Stone completely. When the merman emerged again it squeaked. It sounded like a merge between a high-pitched sound of an Earth dolphin and laughter of a human child. Stone couldn't help but laugh as well and tried weakly to splash back at the merman. “Squeak, that's what I'm gonna call you,” he chuckled as the alien swam up next to him and brushing up against his body. The rest of the merman felt slippery and a little rubbery, like his fingers, thought Stone who reached out and tried to hold the alien. But Squeak was fast, faster than Stone could react. He twisted his slender form and dashed away from him. Stone looked around to see where he had gone and he spun around just in time to see the merman emerge before him, squeaking with glee. Logical, thought Stone as he swam closer to Squeak, he was in his element.

With the water coming up to his chest, the merman could almost pass for human, if you discount the the thin fin that started from the alien's nose and grew along his forehead and to the back of his body. Squeak brushed up against Stone again, this time he pressed his body against his. He looked curiously at the human and touched his hair, then his face, his neck and his shoulders. Stone felt Squeak's tail wrap around one of his legs and he panicked briefly. Instinctively Stone set his onyx to defense mode but he didn't power it up.

As if sensing the distress on his face, Squeak let go of the human's limb but remained pressed up against Stone. The merman's skin felt warm, warmer than Stone had expected. Stone reciprocated the contact and mimicked Squeak's touch, stroking the alien's face and neck. They floated in the water and drifted along until Stone found himself backed into a rock. Squeak continued to explore the human's body, and was puzzled when it felt the layer of fabric that wrapped the human. Squeak twirled his tail around Stone again and this time the human didn't flinch. Squeak smiled, and Stone noticed that instead of teeth the merman had rows of textured gums that no doubt was perfect to strain food underwater. Squeak then leaned in and smelt the human's neck, then his shoulders. In their tight embrace and what Squeak was doing to him, Stone felt a stirring in his loins. And he was sure that the alien could feel his hardon pressed up against him. Squeak pushed himself away gently and reaching down he grabbed Stone's penis. He stared at Stone as if watching for a change in his expression. Squeak smiled, wider this time, as his fingers curled around the human's organ.

…

The landing barge stirred up a cloud of sand as it landed. Waiting patiently at the site was a member of the landing party. B'loor was the first to emerge from barge followed by Doctor DeSelle who was controlling the hover-stretcher with Dave Sparr on it.

“I still do not think that it was necessary for you to follow me here,” said B'loor clearly agitated.

“I'm not going to argue with you anymore B'loor,” said the doctor parking the stretcher in a shaded area. “As far as I'm concerned, my patient, my rules.”

“Sir,” said marine biologist Lieutenant Howard Houstead as he walked up to the T'aal. “Commander Stone has made contact with some natives on this planet, we have been told to report to his location where Lieutenant Nesper is standing by.”

“Noted Lieutenant, but the doctor and I have a few things to do first. Proceed to Commander Stone's location, I will advice the commander on our mission.” B'loor walked away from Houstead and checked his onyx. He then looked over at DeSelle. “Come doctor, we have very little time.”

“Fine,” said DeSelle as he activated the stretcher with his onyx. As he moved past Houstead it occurred to him that there were still people unaccounted for. “Lieutenant, where are the rest of your men?”

“They are collecting water and soil samples over those boulders,” said Houstead.

DeSelle nodded and before he turned away he saw Houstead smirk. He instantly knew what was not being said.

“For the love of god, why can't you guys keep it in your pants?” huffed the doctor. “Come on B'loor, the highest concentration of the elements is this way,” DeSelle said shaking his head.

…

The sun slowly dried the salty seawater on Ensign Scott Lester Waden's chest as he lay on the rocks. Looking up, he watched the Julan clouds float by above him and squinted when the sun peeked through them. A shadow then eclipsed the light, a shadow in the shape of Lieutenant Tony Hill's head. Scott searched for Hill's face but he couldn't make out his features. He waited for his eyes to adjust to the light and as the shadow got closer he saw that Hill was smiling at him. Scott smiled back but he wondered if he was merely reciprocating the gesture or if he was genuinely happy and excited about what was happening. He didn't know how it all started. He didn't know if it began when the lieutenant saw him bathing in the sea last night or when he woke up to Hill sucking his cock that morning in their camp.

Scott felt the lieutenant's hands on his body, gently caressing the length of his torso. He felt Hill's body on him, warm and wet from the seawater and his own perspiration. He felt the lieutenant's breath on his face, strong and laced with lust. He felt nervous as hell.

The tide came in and washed up to the rock the two men were on. Scott felt the jagged surface of the rock dig into his back as the weight of the man above him pressed down on his body. The waves gently licked his balls and as good as that felt, guilt prevented him from being on the same plateau of arousal as the man on him. He remembered his guilt, he remembered celebrating two years of monogamous union with his lover. He remembered the look on his lover's face when he kissed him before leaving leaving the ship.

Hill leaned in to kiss him and Scott turned so that the lips landed on his neck. Scott didn't think the lieutenant read anything into this and kept sucking hungrily on his neck and shoulders. Scott quickly turned back to face Hill fearful that his gnawing would leave a mark. And then they kissed. Scott sighed knowing that his resistance had come to an end.

Scott stopped fighting the urge that was slowing building up. He stopped fighting his body and gave in to the lieutenant. Feeling another man's body, a very different body from his lover's, was strange and delightful at the same time. He had not had sex with anyone else for over two years and the unfamiliarity of Hill's lips, hands and chest felt good, liberating even.

As Hill rested more of his weight on him, Scott felt the lieutenant's erection. The large cock rolled between their pressed bodies as Hill began to grind himself against Scott's belly. Hill stroked Scott's hair with one hand and his inner thigh with the other. Scott felt the strong hand move up between his legs and the thick fingers quickly found his anus. Hill broke off their kiss and Scott opened his eyes in time to see him spit on his fingertips. Scott then felt the lubricated digits on his anus again, coaxing, slipping, one at a time, into his opening.

They continued to kiss, their tongues sliding off each others'. Scott drank in Hill's saliva as the lieutenant sucked out his breath. For the first time in a long while Scott relished in another man's kiss. Everything else became secondary. He just wanted more and more of Hill's full lips, his stubbled chin, his firm hold on him. Scott didn't even notice when Hill's fingers were pulled out of him or that his leg was being lifted by the knee and was now resting on the other man's muscular shoulders. He just wanted more and more of his lips.

Scott let out a surprised gasp.

Then another.

By the third gasp Hill's full cockhead had cleared the tight ring of his sphincter and with one more thrust, the thick length of the cock had violated him further. Scott winced as he fought to get used to the incredible size. Thankfully Hill realized this and stopped his incursion allowing his cock to just sit in the snug warm anus for a moment. The massive meat stretched Scott's hole to the point where he could feel every movement, even the slightest, of the organ. Scott felt his anus trying to repel the foreign object in vain, and after a while, his body caught up with his mind and the muscles began to relax.

Hill pushed himself lower with his long hard cock still firmly embedded inside Scott. Once the lieutenant got into position he began pounding Scott, letting lose all the pent up lust that had formed since the start of their mission on this planet. Scott shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand and with his peripheral vision he saw the silhouette of Hill as he slammed his cock deeper and deeper into his ass.

Scott started to moan and his voice grew louder. He felt the sharp rocks on his back tear into his skin with every powerful thrust as Hill continued to assault his insides. Part of him wanted the man to stop, and part of him wished that his anus was sensitive enough to feel every bulge and dent off Hill's impressive meat.

The sun slowly dried the salty seawater on Ensign Scott Lester Waden's chest as he lay on the rocks. The tide was the only thing that cooled his body as it splashed on. Hill's cock had rubbed the insides of his anus raw, and left a coating of freshly pumped semen as salve. Scott felt Hill move off him and as he did the softening cock dislodged itself, smearing wet cum on Scott's thighs. The waves rushed up on the rock and bathed both of them as they rested. Scott hoped that the seawater would wash away every hint of their sexual encounter. But most of all, he hoped that it would cleanse him of his guilt.

Crew Complement

Name : Ian O'Shannon

Rank : Lieutenant junior grade

Age : 25

Field : Security

Crew Contact

It was almost kismet when Lieutenant Cleft dropped by Lieutenant Merton's quarters to drop off his duty roster only to find that he was getting ready for a shower.

Crew Contact

There were days, especially anticipated long days, when getting up in the morning for duty wasn't appealing. Not at all. That was until Lieutenant Hovas discovered what a great pick-me-up a morning blow-job from Ensign Lisbick was.

And now, just like coffee, and perhaps even as addictive as a hot cup of joe, waking up to a warm mouth on his cock has become apart of the lieutenant's morning routine.

Open Frequencies

Hey all, hope you enjoyed the story so far. I have to say I got a little excited writing the last chapter. My feeling is, if I can get all flustered with the story, you will too. Hope that's right. Let me know.

So what's next? In the next chapter on Sunday we'll see how Stone is getting along with our merman. Also, we'll check in on Dave Sparr and find out about his condition with his colon-full of eggs and all.
I'm so looking forward to this Sunday's story! Are you?

This Side of Paradise - Part 7

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Open Frequencies

Don't miss tomorrow's chapter of This Side of Paradise!

Hope you like the story so far. Do let me know what you think.

Meanwhile, enjoy this little picture I made.

Crew Contact

Sometimes, scheduled intimacy has it's side-effects. A meeting of bodies or even a mixture of fluids doesn't necessarily mean a meeting of minds.

Crew Complement

Name : Scott L. Waden

Rank : Ensign

Age : 20

Field : Engineering, propulsion

Crew Contact

Working up a sweat doesn't have to happen in the ship's gym. Lieutenant Hal Rodgers will help any crew mate work their glutes, quads and hamstrings in just an hour's session. Take it from the crew, one always feels sore the day after.

This Side of Paradise - Part 6

The moss-covered rocks were slippery and Lieutenant Commander Stone had to constantly fight to keep his balance. He could hear Nesper behind him falling for the third time. This wasn't going to work. With the amount of noise Nesper was making, they would scare off the aliens before they could get close enough.

Stone crouched down between two boulders and waited for Nesper to reach him. When he was near enough Stone yanked the younger man to him by his uniform. Nesper stumbled, and with a soft yelp he fell on his commanding officer. Before Stone could let go of the fistful of fabric, Nesper kissed him.

“Woah!” said Stone as quietly as he could and pushing Nesper off him. “What the hell do you think you're doing Lieutenant?” Stone wiped the sloppy kiss off his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I thought... I mean, when you pulled me and...” started Nesper who, realizing what he had done, was turning bright red.

“Man, did you read that wrong mister. This is a mission, and I expect everyone to conduct themselves appropriately.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I need you to wait here. We won't be able to make first contact with you falling all over the place.” Stone tapped on his onyx and set it to record mode. “I need you to contact the rest of the landing party and advice them of our position.” Stone knew that he had to give Nesper something to do. “Find out where they are as well.” Stone saw that the embarrassment on Nesper's face had ebbed and he smiled. “Look Howie, I'm gonna need you as backup, in case anything goes wrong. Set your onyx to fire and keep an eye on our new friends down there.”

“Aye sir.”

With a pat on Nesper's shoulder, Stone continued alone down the rocks. He climbed down as fast as he could and as the boulders got smaller, he knew that he losing cover. Behind the last big rock he took one more look and saw that the mermen were still blissfully sitting on the flat rock no more than ten feet away. Standing fully, he held out his hands in the most non-threatening pose he knew, took a deep breath and walked out from his hideout.

The mermen didn't notice the human approaching until some loose rocks were kicked out from under his boots. Then started, they turned and looked at the man walking towards them. Two of the three mermen slipped back into the water but didn't swim away. The third, and from what Stone could tell, the youngest of the three just stared at him.

“Hello,” said Stone slowing down his pace and smiling. “It's okay, you don't need to be afraid of me.” When Stone was less than two feet away he crouched down, hoping that his gesture would tell the alien that he was of no threat.

The merman on the rock turned around and lay on his belly. He slipped back until his tail was touching the water. Stone could tell that this one was curious about him too.

“I am George,” said Stone tapping his chest to indicate he was talking about himself. “Greg,” he repeated and held out his hand with his palm up. “What's your name?” Stone knew that the merman probably had no idea what he was saying but he hoped that his movements and gestures would be good enough communication tools. He kept his smile as he studied the alien.

The merman had almost human features; the eyes, nose and mouth were in the general same areas as his. If the theory of panspermia was true, Stone thought, then based on the few aliens he had encountered, the source cells that came to this planet must originate from the same place in this entire quadrant, including Earth.

The merman looked no older than fifteen human years and his slender body boasted the musculature of someone who has been athletic his whole life. The slippery skin that stretched throughout his body was taut against his muscles and it blended seamlessly into the darker tones of his tail.

Stone inched closer and sat on his haunches when he reached the flat rock. The merman regarded him quietly, tilting his head and then smiled. Stone hoped that a smile was universal and not a precursor to an attack and if that should happen, he prayed that Nesper was a good shot. As Stone got closer still he was reminded of the story of the Little Prince and the fox.

Seeing that the merman was no longer afraid of him, Stone tried to stand up. He kept his smile and watched for facial changes on the alien boy's face. He hoisted himself up gently and sat on the flat rock, dangling his legs over the edges. He too needed to know that he could escape should something go wrong.

“George,” he said, trying again at verbal communication. When he got nothing, he kept his hand out. The merman looked at the hand and then lifted his own, as if to compare the appendages. The boy then mimicked the human and held out his hand too. They touched, and his slippery fingertips felt almost rubbery to Stone. “Hi there,” whispered Stone smiling broadly as their fingers interlocked.

…

Captain Hunt followed his nose and walked into the banquet hall. He tugged at his dress uniform and saw that Commander Holts was doing the same. It was strange how uncomfortable these formal attires were, seeing that they are made from the same materials as their duty uniforms.

The hall was packed with crew members engaged in excited chatter. Hunt couldn't remember the last time there was so much glee in the air. Tonight's Friendship Dinner was going to be done over four shifts, catering to everyone on board. Only the T'aal have excused themselves citing a ritual they had to perform, Hunt didn't want to argue to H'loor and excused them. He desparately needed this dinner to go on with as little fuss as possible.

Hunt was to officiate the first round with his senior staff and the Yusei delegates. He made a beeline towards the head table passing over twenty tables of smiling crew members.

“Welcome captain!” said Ambassador Bolak who took the captain's hand and shook it. “Manduk tells me everything is ready and we hope that tonight will be up to your expectations.”

“I am sure everything would be wonderful ambassador,” said Hunt returning the smile and walked around the long banquet table. “The delicious aromas floating around the ship has certainly made me hungry,” he joked and indicated that ambassador should sit next to him.

“Allow me to give you a little introduction to tonight's meal,” Manduk said as everyone sat down. “For centuries the Yusei have traveled between the planets in our solar system and brought home a variety of delicacies that have become part of our culture.” Manduk gestured towards the cups at the table. “We start every meal with a cup of Hoobula root tea, gathered from the mountains on Kulei, our sister planet.” He smiled and waited for everyone to take a sip. Hunt took the cup, gave it a whiff and drank its contents. It was surprisingly good. The tea reminded him of sweetened berries with just a hint of bitterness. “These roots can only be collected three times a year and they are an important commodity on our world.” Manduk then gestured to the waiting staff and with a practiced flair they brought out the next course.

It took three people to bring what to Hunt, seemed to be the longest plate he ever saw. And once the plate was set down, Hunt was surprised to see what looked like a long fish. The sliced fish tail took up the entire length of the plate and garnishing it were cuts of meat on one side and two long tubes of sausages on the other.

“This is our essential festival fare,” said the delighted Manduk. “This is an indigenous animal that we hunt on Julan, the planet we now orbit.” Manduk leaned in and pointed out the different items on the plate. “This is an ancient delicacy from our forefathers and eating this animal is a tradition that is close to our hearts. We call the creature Ollustra, they are a sea animal that lives on Julan. Here we have the tail steamed to perfection with just a sprinkle of herbs as seasoning. On the side are special cuts of meat from another part of the Ollustra. This meat has a different texture compared to the tail and so we prepared it differently by roasting it over a low flame for a few hours.”

From the corner of his eye Hunt noticed Holts and Doctor DeSelle paying particular interested to the two long tubes of meat on the other side of the plate. Hunt had a feeling he knew what the tubes were but he also knew that turning up his nose on anything might be considered rude.

“Lastly, we have what is perhaps the most extraordinary delicacy on our world,” Manduk said with pride. “These are the reproductive organs of the Ollustra, considered to be an aphrodisiac. Boiled for two hours, these organs are so tender, every morsel will melt in your mouth. It is not an easy dish to prepare and only specialized chefs could make this.”

Holts noticed the three-foot long penis and the large orbs that should be the testicles of the animal and he could hardly suppress a childish chuckle. This earned him an elbow jab from the doctor.

With a quick clap of his hands, Manduk summoned the waiting staff who approached and carved up the meat and served a little of everything on everyone's plate.

Holts exchanged a look with Hunt who tilted his head indicating that they had to eat what was served. Holts took a forkful of the fish into his mouth and all his reservations disappeared. It did taste like fish with a smooth texture, very good fish. The infusion of herbs blended well with the flavorful meat. The cuts of roast too was delicious, tasting a little bit like pork, good old barbecued pork, thought Holts. He used his fork and rolled the slice of Ollustra cock on his plate and he remembered having bull's penis stew back on Earth. This can't be that different, he thought and took a mouthful.

Open Frequencies

Hey all! Hope you're as excited about the next chapter of This Side of Paradise as much as I am.

I'll be taking a break on Saturday tho, but I'll see you all bright and early on Sunday with a new instalment. As usual, I hope to see you guys over at the Facebook page. I'll be talking about creating new sets and backgrounds for my pictures.

Do let me know what you think, I really would love to hear your thoughts.

See you on Sunday!

Crew Complement

Name : Howard Houstead

Rank : Lieutenant

Age : 28

Field : Marine biology, terraformation

Lieutenant Houstead is seen here in dress uniform worn during official ship functions.

Crew Contact

Ensign Dilay loved the feeling of a cock buried snugly inside him. He loved the friction, and the heat from the flesh on flesh contact. As he hunkered down to take more of Ensign Hortiz's full engorged meat into him, he opened his mouth wider to welcome in Commander Bixton's hardon. The moment he was looking forward to was the moment both men released their essence into him simultaneously. To that end he worked both cocks as diligently as he could to get his reward.

Crew Complement

Name : Francis Trovoli

Rank : Lieutenant junior grade

Age : 22

Field : Medical, psychology

This Side of Paradise - Part 5

The wafting smell of a specially prepared meal permeated the walkways of the ship. No one was allowed into the galley when the Yusei were on board preparing the Friendship Dinner, as it was now called.

For a ship Starlight's size with over a thousand crew members on board, a contingent of twenty Yusei chefs were there working in batches and shifts to make enough food for everyone. The preparation would take over six hours, Holts was told, and the busy group sequestrated themselves as soon as their shuttle docked and would only allow four of Starlight's security men with them.

“Our recipes are secret,” smiled Manduk who seemed genuinely happy and excited that they were giving the crew a taste of their cuisine and culture. “We want everything to be a surprise for your senses and taste buds!” he said gleefully.

Holts grudgingly complied with the captain's wishes to accommodate the Yusei but had a few of his men on standby near the galley and out of sight, just in case. But even he had to agree that the smell of food coming from the kitchen was making his stomach grumble. He just hoped that nothing would go wrong.

“Isn't it just delightful?” asked Lieutenant Dennis Tsui as he turned to hug Holts from behind. His foot found Holts' under the sheets and hooked it around the commander's.

“Yeah, it's great,” said Holts and pulled Tsui's arms that were on his chest to his lips, and kissed them. Dennis had massive hands, just slightly calloused but still tender to the touch. Holts enjoyed the texture of his palm on his lips but he loved the roughness of it more on his cock. He took one of the giant hands and lowered it to his groin. He felt Tsui's silent laugh from the short gust of breath blown against his neck. Holts smiled and closed his eyes as the individual fingers wrapped themselves around his flaccid penis. Tsui playfully squeezed the soft meat and with his thumb he gently grazed the eye of Holts' cock spreading whatever residual cum from his piss slit to the rest of his tender helmet. As he continued kneading the soft organ, alternating between gentle caresses and firm grips, the commander's penis started to get flushed with blood again.

“You're a machine!” laughed Tsui as he continued to masturbate Holts to full erection.

“You too,” said Holts nonchalantly. “Don't think I can't feel that cock of yours pressing against my butt cheeks. They both laughed. “Hey, Dennis,” Holts said turning around to face Tsui. “Do you wanna fuck me?” Holts immediately read the surprise on Tsui's face that quickly turned into intrigue. “It's a one time offer.”

“I always thought -” started Tsui but Holts cut him off.

“What? I can't have a little variety?” Holts chuckled. Then he stared into Dennis' eyes as if searching them for something familiar. When he couldn't find anything, he averted his gaze. “I just had an encounter that I wanted to repeat.” Suddenly realizing that he had shown more vulnerability than he was used to, Holts pulled away softly.

“Never mind.”

“No, no, I would love to,” Tsui pulled Holts back into his arms.

“Good man,” Holts said turning around again and got on his hands and knees.

Dennis moved behind and took a moment to admire the commander's perfectly round and muscular butt. He spread the well-proportioned cheeks and kissed the puckered entrance. “I love a man who leaves a little hair behind his behind.

”

Tsui stuck out his tongue and lapped Holts' anus, licking the perineum as he went lower and worked on the balls that hung freely underneath. Tsui pressed his face in, took a whiff of Holts' manliness and let his tongue explore the orifice. Holts shivered as the fleshy tongue inched its way in. Tsui licked every ridge of his anus, tenderly massaging the rosebud as it clenched and relaxed, reacting to the stimulation.

Tsui replaced his tongue with his cock and positioned his penis at Holts' opening. With a little bit of force, Tsui's cockhead dug into the hole, spreading the tight flesh of the anus. Although Holts' ass was freshly rimmed and Tsui's corona was dripping with precum, there wasn't enough lubrication to allow Tsui in fully.

“Lie down,” commanded Holts and when Tsui didn't move fast enough, he turned, held the man by the shoulders and threw him on the bed. With his feet firmly planted on both sides of Tsui's body, Holts lowered himself until he felt Dennis' moist cockhead against his sphincter. Holts spat on his fingers and reached down to lubricate the hard organ. He did it again and again until the whole shaft was wet with spit. Watching Tsui's face, Holts took a deep breath and dipped further. Tsui steadied his cock and held it in place as Holts' hungry ass ate it up, inch by inch.



“Oh god, you're hard,” said Holts as he took more and more of the other man's cock into him. Then when Tsui's stiff penis was completely engulfed within him, Holts bounced on his knees until he achieved a rhythmic rocking movement. He watched as Tsui closed his eyes and let his mouth slack. As he pumped on the other man's cock with his anus he managed to illicit moans and unintelligible mumblings from Tsui's lips.

Hot as that moment was, Holts felt something missing. This wasn't at all like how it was when Stone fucked him a few hours ago. Something was missing. Holts couldn't understand it. This felt physically the same; the tightening of his anal ring around the prodding flesh, the heat from fanned up lust, the cold sweat that dripped from his shoulders down his back, it was all there. Yet, something was missing.

He rocked his body harder hoping that in so doing, he'd be able to tease out what it was that felt so different. He lifted himself off a little to let Tsui thrust into him, but still he couldn't get what he felt with Stone. Maybe the position was wrong, thought Holts, but he remembered Stone fucking him this way too, so that can't be it. Perhaps he should be on his back and let Tsui straddle him. But before he could even suggest a change of position he felt the force of Tsui's cum shooting into him.

…

The medics in sickbay were running around the room in a frenzy. Orders and instructions overlapped as Doctor DeSalle tried to stabilize Lieutenant Sparr. The deterioration was sudden and he had cardiac arrest. “Damn it!” cursed DeSalle looking helplessly at the readings on the holoscreen. The T'aal eggs, lippa, had doubled in size since the last scan an hour ago. They were drawing more from Sparr and secreting a chemical that was causing his heart to seize. The doctor knew that if they don't find a way to extract the lippa, Sparr was not going to survive the night.

This Side of Paradise - Artwork

Don't forget the continuing story on Sunday!

Crew Complement

Name : Theodore "Teddy" Johanssen

Rank : Lieutenant

Age : 27

Field : Tactical, engineering

Crew Contact

The soft moans and the weak whimpers filled the dim surroundings of the quarters. A visiting crew member steals some tender moments with a colleague while his husband's on duty. There is nothing more sexy than smelling another man on your date's sheets and skin.