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.
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