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.
“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.
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