Hey all,
Looks like I'd have to postpone today's post until later. Hopefully not too late. Been horribly ill and horribly busy. Meanwhile, enjoy this picture!
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Open Frequencies
Hey all,
Looks like I'd have to postpone today's post until later. Hopefully not too late. Been horribly ill and horribly busy. Meanwhile, enjoy this picture!
Friday, May 27, 2011
Crew Contact
It's always exciting whenever word gets out that a Ground Command trooper is interested in trying something new.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Crew Contact
"You're sure this is part of the hazing?" asked the newly promoted Lieutenant junior grade Hinders.
His commanding officer just grunted.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Respite - Part 6
Somehow the two of them had ended up on the floor. He could only remember bits and pieces of what happened. And whatever he could recall was pleasant, hot even. Christian wondered if he could somehow free his arm without rousing Colin whose head was on Christian's bicep and his chin was in the nook of his elbow and forearm. He straightened his arm as carefully as he could but when he tugged it back Colin stirred.
“Hey...” said Colin turning around and placing his palms on Christian's chest. He smiled even before he opened his eyes.
“Hey sleepyhead.”
“Why are we on the floor?” Colin looked around and scratched the dents the carpet had made on his skin. “How long were we out?”
Christian reached for a button on the nightstand and tapped it. A dim holoscreen appeared with the time. “Twenty minutes, looks like.”
“Can I stay here until my shift starts in an hour?”
“Sure.”
This reminded Christian of their childhood. When they were kids Colin would want to stay over even though his home was just in the next farm. It wasn't until he was in his late teens when Christian figured out why his cousin was so reluctant to go. By that time, he didn't want Colin to leave either. For many years the two would snuggle up next to each other, Colin, his head on Christian's chest, and Christian with his arms around Colin and they would talk, just talk about anything and everything.
“It's safe here,” mumbled Colin finding his way onto Christian's chest again.
Christian kissed his cousin's head, smelling his hair. Colin looked up, smiled and puckered his lips. Christian chuckled and obliged, kissing him on the lips. The quick pecks slowly turned intense and simultaneously, sucking air through their nostrils, they embraced each other, tight. Colin broke the hug and climbed over Christian, grinding his body against his cousin's torso.
“I know you were holding back just now,” whispered Colin while he kissed Christian's neck.
“Holding back?”
“You were worried that you'll hurt me, and you didn't, you know, push it all the way through.”
“Oh? You have eyes down there?”
“I think I remember how big you are,” Colin said coyly and slid lower until his ass was greeted by the tip of Christian's cock. He wiggled his butt until the fleshy head was poised over his hole. Then applying a little pressure, and with the help of the tacky cum residue, Colin's supple anus welcomed back the rigid cock. It pierced and then slid it, just halfway. The cousins locked their gaze. Colin drew a deep breath and took the rest of its length with one quick push. Colin gasped and his mouth stayed open. Looking up at him, Christian couldn't tell if he was hurting or enjoying himself until Colin flashed him big smile.
“I feel whole again.”
“God you're corny.”
“Shhh... don't ruin this.”
Colin sat on his haunches and bounced himself allowing the cock to impale him over and over again. Christian felt his cousin's anal ring relax, enough for his penis slide in and out but without losing its grip on his cockhead.
“I want it all cuz, gimme all of it,” exclaimed the younger man slamming himself down on the hard cock. “Gimme all you've got!” he hissed.
Christian fought the urge to tell him that he needed to lay-off the porn, but he held his tongue. Being snarky wouldn't be helpful now. Instead, he raised his hips slightly off the floor to give his cousin more momentum. He was surprised how hard his cock was and the bumping made him feel as if he was actually going deeper into Colin. However, in spite of the sensation, he knew that he couldn't reach climax in this position.
Christian held Colin by the waist and rolled him to his side. He held one of Colin's legs up and hugged it. With his free hand he brushed past the light tuft of pubes and moved Colin's giant balls out of the way before penetrating him. He plowed his cousin with relish savoring the texture of his anal canal when his cock tunneled through the tight orifice. He hadn't noticed this before but from the tight clenching of his anal muscles, Christian guessed that Colin hadn't had many visitors here for a while. The tight walls pulled back his foreskin; straining and pulling the membrane so taut that there were times Christian thought that his skin would tear and that his frenulum would snap right off from under his cockhead.“I wanna come inside you cuz.”
“Do it.”
And he did. His second orgasm was significantly stronger than the first, which surprised and delighted him. When he finally pulled his cock out, the aroma of fresh semen permeated the room.
...
“I don't understand this,” said Lieutenant Nostir who knelt beside the choking Marcus Landrey. He checked and rechecked the data on his onyx. He was the only medic in the landing party and he felt the pressure to perform turned up a notch.
“What is it?” asked Commander Stone.
“There is no time, he can't breathe, do something!” yelled Lieutenant John Harrow, looking back and forth from the medic to Landrey. “Hang in there buddy!”
Nostir pushed everyone aside. He grabbed Landrey's helmet and before anyone could think to stop him, Nostril pressed the release mechanisms on the sides and pulled the helmet off.
“What the hell are you... are you crazy?” Harrow attempted to grab the helmet from the medic.
“Wait! Just look!” Nostir said.
Landrey's fight to breathe ebbed and the terrified look on on his face was gone. The coughing eased and he started to breath normally.
“What happened?” asked Stone who knelt down beside the medic and Harrow.
“Look at this,” Nostir showed the commander the read out. Somehow his lungs can't process the air in his environment suit anymore, the elements he needs in terms of breathable air is in the planet's atmosphere. Look at these readings. He can only breathe the air on this planet.”
“The bite! The sting! It must have been that plant!” It occured to Harrow.
“I don't know how this is happening but according to these scans, Landrey's entire system is being altered, mutated somehow to acclimate to this planet.”
“We need to take him back to the ship,” Harrow said.
“I'm afraid that's not going to work.”
“Nostir is right lieutenant,” Stone said standing up. “We can't simulate the planet air in time. Also, he has been exposed to an alien contaminant. I just can't risk it.”
“What? And leave him here?”
“Calm yourself lieutenant. We will take some tissue samples from Landrey as well as some air samples. We'll analyze it on the ship, perhaps the doctor and the T'aal can help figure out our next course of action. Meanwhile, we can set up a temporary base here and you can stay with Landrey.”
Landrey started to regain consciousness. He groaned and tried to sit up.
“We will send another barge down with some additional help. And perhaps the doctor.”
“What's happening?” asked the groggy Landrey.
“Nothing kid, looks like we're gonna be doing some camping here tonight,” Harrow pat the young trooper on the shoulder.
“Oh my god, where's my helmet?”
“You don't need it now, I'll explain later.”
“Let's get a move on, we'll set up the base over there by the ridge,” said Stone and signaled the landing party at the barge to bring out the necessary supplies. Nostir and Harrow lifted Landrey and they made their way towards the barge.
“How am I able to... I should have been winded or choking by now but -” Landrey said to no one in particular.
“It's okay kid, you'll be fine. I promise,” Harrow lied.
...
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Crew Complement
Name: Corey James Francesco
Rank: Lieutenant junior grade
Age: 27
Field: Tactical, security
Monday, May 16, 2011
Open Frequencies
Hey all,
Sorry about the delay in yesterday's posting. I was trying to get it out so fast that I didn't even proof read the text. That has since been rectified. I know there are typos here but hopefully the proof minimized it somewhat.
On non-Starlight related news, I went to a darkroom over the weekend, my first. So here's a pic to commemorate that experience. Have a great week ahead!
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Respite - Part 5
Private Marcus Landrey's leg had stopped hurting after a few minutes. Marching across the barren land back to the rendezvous point, the sergeant's adrenalin was still pumping.
Lieutenant Harrow was surprisingly attentive. And surprisingly quiet. And surprisingly quiet. He walked a few steps in front but he would look back from time to time and asked if he was alright. Landrey would just gave him the thumbs up and continue walking. The sound of dry earth crunching under his boots helped him stay focused and the rhythm of his footfalls allowed him to measure his pace. He was slowing down. He was also coughing on and off.
Their march back felt warmer. It felt like they had been walking for hours, but that wasn't true. Landrey could see the barge in the distance he just needed to close the distance. He slapped his helmet and forced his mind to stop wandering. This was common during a long trek, the mind would usually stray, just to break the monotony. Landrey coughed again. This was a short and easy trek and so he shouldn't be losing focus like this. As a trooper he had marched over deserts, forests and much rougher terrain than this, carrying a fifty-pound pack without so much as a labored pant. They couldn't be more than a kilometer or two away now, yet Landrey felt his legs wobbly and he was breathing hard inside his helmet. Whenever he attempted a deeper breath he would end up coughing.
But like a good soldier Landrey didn't say anything. These mere minor discomforts and no trooper worth his salt would whine about a little heat and some throat irritation. He marched on, listening to the crunch under his boot and focused on the barge that was now clearly visible. Then, in a split second he felt himself going down. His knees hit the sandy ground but he didn't even register the impact. He also didn't feel the desert floor when he landed. He could hear the thud this body made and it took him a few seconds to realize that he was sprawled on the ground.
Instinctively Landrey tried to push himself up, but the second he took a breath he started coughing, violently. He felt a chill rushing through his body and then he started to convulse. His eyes were wide in panic and his mouth agape as he struggled for air. Landrey felt Harrow grab his arm and then his hand, but that gave him no comfort. He could hear Harrow's voice in his helmet calling for help through the comm, but he couldn't comprehend it. He felt his body go numb, he felt his body shutting down. He yearned for relief, but none came immediately.
…
“I'm sorry for...you know, earlier,” Carter Colfax said without turning to Ensign Hank Bardeaux.
The two of them faced the holoscreen watching the recce drones position themselves around the planet below. The silence and the awkwardness was palpable.
“No prob.”
“It's not that I don't want to, it's just...”
“No need to explain sir, it's perfectly fine.”
“I don't want you to think that I -”
“Drones four to five are in position, coordinates locked,” the young ensign cut in.
Colfax sucked on his lips wondering if he should continue to explain himself.
“Drones six to eight are entering the planet's orbit, in position in six point five minutes.”
“Estimated time for all the drones to transmit?” Colfax asked looking at the digital representation on the holoscreen.
“Thirty minutes sir.”
What's with all the sirs? Colfax wondered. Was Bardeaux being passively aggressive or was he just really attentive to his work? He couldn't tell. Colfax felt like an idiot. He wanted Bardeaux, he was an extremely good lover and he had a butt no man would say no to. Yet, Colfax couldn't understand why he reacted the way he did before, that was not normal for him. The moment he felt Bardeaux's erection pressed up against his thigh, all he wanted to do was to bend the young ensign over and fuck him senseless. But when they kissed, something just seemed, off, not right somehow. He thought of Nick, how Nick would kiss and how soft Nick's lips were and how his breath felt on his face. However even now, looking at the young ensign with his back turned to him, he wanted to just reach over and fondle Hank Bardeaux, to stoke his unblemished cock that dangled so seductively between his muscular thighs. Colfax had never felt so conflicted.
“I'll come back,” Colfax wanted to clear his head. He turned but before he reached the doors Private Nick Nelson walked in. Nick flashed him a smile, the same big smile Colfax had seen for days now.
“Oh, so the party's here,” came Bardeaux.
Colfax ignored the remark and took Nelson aside.
“What are you doing here Nick?”
Nelson kept his smile but his brows furrowed and he shifted his gaze from Colfax to Bardeaux.
“What's with the hushed...” Nelson didn't finish. He raised an eyebrow and his smile vanished. “I do have permission to be here,” he finally replied mimicking his lowered voice. “The first officer said I could observe the recce drones.” Nelson looked behind Colfax as he spoke and saw Bardeaux stealing glances. “I'm sorry, am I interrupting something here?” Nelson didn't wait for an answer, he pushed past Colfax and walked to Bardeaux.
“So these are the surveillance drones being positioned around the planet?”
“Yeah.”
“And they will pick up everything from terrain to temperature?”
“Yup.”
Colfax certainly felt the temperature in the room jump a few degrees. He just couldn't understand why he felt so... caught.
...
Their march back felt warmer. It felt like they had been walking for hours, but that wasn't true. Landrey could see the barge in the distance he just needed to close the distance. He slapped his helmet and forced his mind to stop wandering. This was common during a long trek, the mind would usually stray, just to break the monotony. Landrey coughed again. This was a short and easy trek and so he shouldn't be losing focus like this. As a trooper he had marched over deserts, forests and much rougher terrain than this, carrying a fifty-pound pack without so much as a labored pant. They couldn't be more than a kilometer or two away now, yet Landrey felt his legs wobbly and he was breathing hard inside his helmet. Whenever he attempted a deeper breath he would end up coughing.
But like a good soldier Landrey didn't say anything. These mere minor discomforts and no trooper worth his salt would whine about a little heat and some throat irritation. He marched on, listening to the crunch under his boot and focused on the barge that was now clearly visible. Then, in a split second he felt himself going down. His knees hit the sandy ground but he didn't even register the impact. He also didn't feel the desert floor when he landed. He could hear the thud this body made and it took him a few seconds to realize that he was sprawled on the ground.
Instinctively Landrey tried to push himself up, but the second he took a breath he started coughing, violently. He felt a chill rushing through his body and then he started to convulse. His eyes were wide in panic and his mouth agape as he struggled for air. Landrey felt Harrow grab his arm and then his hand, but that gave him no comfort. He could hear Harrow's voice in his helmet calling for help through the comm, but he couldn't comprehend it. He felt his body go numb, he felt his body shutting down. He yearned for relief, but none came immediately.
…
“I'm sorry for...you know, earlier,” Carter Colfax said without turning to Ensign Hank Bardeaux.
The two of them faced the holoscreen watching the recce drones position themselves around the planet below. The silence and the awkwardness was palpable.
“No prob.”
“It's not that I don't want to, it's just...”
“No need to explain sir, it's perfectly fine.”
“I don't want you to think that I -”
“Drones four to five are in position, coordinates locked,” the young ensign cut in.
Colfax sucked on his lips wondering if he should continue to explain himself.
“Drones six to eight are entering the planet's orbit, in position in six point five minutes.”
“Estimated time for all the drones to transmit?” Colfax asked looking at the digital representation on the holoscreen.
“Thirty minutes sir.”
What's with all the sirs? Colfax wondered. Was Bardeaux being passively aggressive or was he just really attentive to his work? He couldn't tell. Colfax felt like an idiot. He wanted Bardeaux, he was an extremely good lover and he had a butt no man would say no to. Yet, Colfax couldn't understand why he reacted the way he did before, that was not normal for him. The moment he felt Bardeaux's erection pressed up against his thigh, all he wanted to do was to bend the young ensign over and fuck him senseless. But when they kissed, something just seemed, off, not right somehow. He thought of Nick, how Nick would kiss and how soft Nick's lips were and how his breath felt on his face. However even now, looking at the young ensign with his back turned to him, he wanted to just reach over and fondle Hank Bardeaux, to stoke his unblemished cock that dangled so seductively between his muscular thighs. Colfax had never felt so conflicted.
“I'll come back,” Colfax wanted to clear his head. He turned but before he reached the doors Private Nick Nelson walked in. Nick flashed him a smile, the same big smile Colfax had seen for days now.
“Oh, so the party's here,” came Bardeaux.
Colfax ignored the remark and took Nelson aside.
“What are you doing here Nick?”
Nelson kept his smile but his brows furrowed and he shifted his gaze from Colfax to Bardeaux.
“What's with the hushed...” Nelson didn't finish. He raised an eyebrow and his smile vanished. “I do have permission to be here,” he finally replied mimicking his lowered voice. “The first officer said I could observe the recce drones.” Nelson looked behind Colfax as he spoke and saw Bardeaux stealing glances. “I'm sorry, am I interrupting something here?” Nelson didn't wait for an answer, he pushed past Colfax and walked to Bardeaux.
“So these are the surveillance drones being positioned around the planet?”
“Yeah.”
“And they will pick up everything from terrain to temperature?”
“Yup.”
Colfax certainly felt the temperature in the room jump a few degrees. He just couldn't understand why he felt so... caught.
...
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Open Frequencies
How I celebrated Friday 13th. Posted this picture late yesterday over at Utopiana. Just thought you'd like to see it too.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Open Frequencies
Sorry for the delayed post this week. Been very busy with a project. Yeah I know, I know, I should really write the stories well beforehand, but sadly I have been rather bogged down.
Been trying to create a cover art for Respite, and I think I have a few ideas down. My only worry now is that it may reveal too much so perhaps I should wait a little while more.
Also I've added two new pics over at Utopiana, looks like that site is turning into a superhero fan art place. Do check it out when you have the time and let me know what you think. I know, I know, I can't handle two separate blogs, and not to worry I won't neglect Starlight. The posts on Utopiana is not going to be constant anyway.
Well that's about it, thanks new followers, kisses to those who've written me emails and hugs for everyone who checks back here every weekend.
Laters
Kit
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Respite - Part 4
“In theory, we could replicate the Martian Dome right here. It was a whole lot more complicated to do on Mars with the hostile atmosphere and all. Here, we just have thin air. Yeah definitely, it's infinitely more friendly here.”
Sergeant Marcus Landrey realized that Lieutenant John Harrow tended to go on. The lieutenant had been talking since they started walking, and that was almost half an hour ago. He wasn't sure if it was excitement, a nervous tic or that was just how he was. The only time Harrow paused was when he stopped to take soil samples, but that didn't take more than a minute. As soon as the samples were secure, the talking started again. Landrey suspected that at times, Harrow didn't even care if anyone was listening.
“The air here is just a little thin, it's like high altitude, we just need a little oxygen, just a little help, a little boost if you will, and we'd be fine. Plus with the Dome, we'll be using T'aal technology so we'll acclimate in record time. I think it should take less than five years, probably less if we're can get the ball rolling immediately. We can have a temporary settlement set up in months. Just months!”
Landrey tapped the side of his helmet and lowered the comm volume. It wasn't his place to tell someone who outranked him to stop talking, but the incessant chatter was starting to annoy the young trooper.
They had only a few minutes to survey the place, take a few samples and then head back to the barge, in fact, when Landrey checked his chronometer, they had to start their walk soon. Landrey saw a rock hill not far away and headed towards it. When he got closer to the elevation he estimated that the rock pile couldn't be more than fifteen feet high. He immediately started climbing it. He partly wanted to get to higher ground to see more of the terrain, also he wanted some distance between him and the lieutenant. The rocky pile was easy enough to scale and with a few quick moves Landrey managed to pull himself up to the top. The view there wasn't all that different; a flat plain with a few scrubs and a lot of little else as far as the eye can see. He aimed his onyx and captured some images. Landrey took a few steps back and tried to take a more panoramic shot of the terrain. The horizon in the distance looked stunning with small peaks spanning the edge that separated the sky and the flat land below.
A soft crackling sound came from behind him, but before his well-trained reflexes could kick in Landrey felt a sharp pain on his leg. He dropped to the ground instinctively cradling his foot. He must have screamed because the next thing he saw was Harrow pushing himself up and over the ledge huffing and puffing.
“Are you alright? What the hell happened?”
“I'm fine, something stung me.”
“Where?”
“On my leg.”
“I meant where's whatever it was that stung you.”
“Over there by the scrubs.”
Harrow helped Landrey to his feet and they moved a few feet away from the scrubs. After setting the young down again Harrow walked back to the bushes and pointed his rifle at it scanning at the same time with his onyx.
“I don't detect anything.”
“Shit, it went through my boot, my suit is compromised!”
“Calm down sergeant.” Harrow parted the small twigs carefully with his rifle, his finger on the trigger.
“What are you doing?” Landrey held up his weapon.
“I want to see what it was that bit you.”
“Stung damn it, stung!”
“You're quite a baby for a hardcore trooper you know that?”
Harrow couldn't see anything that resembled a lifeform in the small bush. There were some red pods no bigger than his thumb on the lower branches and that was it. Harrow felt a little silly poking at a small bush. Then the pods moved. He quickly jumped back, his rifle trained on the vegetation.
“Shit! What was that?”
“What? What do you see?”
“This plant moves, but it's not registering on the onyx,” Harrow walked back to where Landrey was sitting. “This has to be a lifeform unlike anything we know. You see, the basic principles of life, even plant life, even the ones from T'aal, are more or less the same in terms of their make-up, there has to be a source of - ”
“Oh shut up, shut up, let's just get the hell out of here!”
“Is that insubordination I hear trooper?”
“Sir, sorry sir!”
“Fine, let's go. Can you walk?”
“Yes sir. I think so sir.”
Harrow grinned when Landrey wasn't looking. It was so easy to mess with these trooper types. “After you sergeant.”
…
Private Colin Newport's scream was so loud that Lieutenant junior grade Christian Kenner was worried that other people might hear them. He didn't want the rumors, it was bad enough that Lieutenant Colfax was being talked about shipwide.
The trooper leapt out of bed and stood in the darken corners of the room gingerly rubbing his butt. When that failed to ease the cramp on his lower body he started to pace the room, shaking out his legs and attempted some squats. He cursed profusely under his breath nodding his head as he punctuated the profanity.
“Hey man,” said Christian, a little dumbfounded. “I'm sorry. Didn't mean to hurt you. Are you okay?”
Colin didn't answer. He leaned against the wall with his chin on his chest.
“I don't remember you reacting this way when we were kids, I mean, the times we tried it, you seemed to be, you know, going in full force.”
“That's cause we were kids cuz,” Colin said in a half groan.
“That was just five years ago.”
“That was a lifetime ago...” chuckled Newport fighting off the tears but couldn't quite control the spittle that escaped his lips when he spoke. “Shit, this hurts...”
“Well, you shouldn't have just sat on my cock,” Christian tried to lighten the mood. “Come on, let's go to the mess hall, I'll get you a drink.”
Christian got up and searched for his uniform. He found it on the far side of the room, when he looked around he saw that his boots were flung on top of his cabinet. He tried to suppress a smile. They were pretty hot and heavy when they stumbled into his quarters. Colin had brought up their childhood experiments during dinner and the conversation turned intense when they recalled the details of the youthful antics.
After the Blackout their families had moved away from the city and started a farm in a rural town. Their mothers became known in the little village as the Teacher Sisters and soon Christian and Colin were home-schooled with some of the neighborhood kids. Since then, they practically grew up together and were close until their career paths separated them. Christian had signed up to be a cadet and after he left, Colin who was a few years younger joined Ground Command. The night before Christian had to leave the two boys expressed their affections for each other in the only way they knew how. Since that night, the cousins had been apart until Colin Newport was posted to Starlight.
Colin walked back to the bed and sat down. He played with the edges of the blanket and watched Christian dress. Memories of Christian leaving came back to him. Colin remembered sitting, just as he was now, five years ago watching Christian pack on the eve of his reporting to the academy. He recalled how heartbroken he was the night after. Colin had kept a shirt of his and he wore it every night to bed, praying that the smell wouldn't fade away. But after a while it did.
“No,” Colin stood up and held Christian close to him. When they kissed, it felt familiar, it felt just like before. Deeper than before. Colin grabbed the crumpled uniform from Christian's hands and tossed them aside. They held each other tight and for a while, it was almost like they were lost in a dance.
They fell into bed.
Colin wrapped his legs around Christian's waist and his hands cupped his cousin's face. Their lips were pressed together, parting only to allow in a tongue. Their kiss didn't break, not when Christian parted Colin's legs, and not when Colin felt Christian's penis enter him. This time around, it didn't hurt.
Sergeant Marcus Landrey realized that Lieutenant John Harrow tended to go on. The lieutenant had been talking since they started walking, and that was almost half an hour ago. He wasn't sure if it was excitement, a nervous tic or that was just how he was. The only time Harrow paused was when he stopped to take soil samples, but that didn't take more than a minute. As soon as the samples were secure, the talking started again. Landrey suspected that at times, Harrow didn't even care if anyone was listening.
“The air here is just a little thin, it's like high altitude, we just need a little oxygen, just a little help, a little boost if you will, and we'd be fine. Plus with the Dome, we'll be using T'aal technology so we'll acclimate in record time. I think it should take less than five years, probably less if we're can get the ball rolling immediately. We can have a temporary settlement set up in months. Just months!”
Landrey tapped the side of his helmet and lowered the comm volume. It wasn't his place to tell someone who outranked him to stop talking, but the incessant chatter was starting to annoy the young trooper.
They had only a few minutes to survey the place, take a few samples and then head back to the barge, in fact, when Landrey checked his chronometer, they had to start their walk soon. Landrey saw a rock hill not far away and headed towards it. When he got closer to the elevation he estimated that the rock pile couldn't be more than fifteen feet high. He immediately started climbing it. He partly wanted to get to higher ground to see more of the terrain, also he wanted some distance between him and the lieutenant. The rocky pile was easy enough to scale and with a few quick moves Landrey managed to pull himself up to the top. The view there wasn't all that different; a flat plain with a few scrubs and a lot of little else as far as the eye can see. He aimed his onyx and captured some images. Landrey took a few steps back and tried to take a more panoramic shot of the terrain. The horizon in the distance looked stunning with small peaks spanning the edge that separated the sky and the flat land below.
A soft crackling sound came from behind him, but before his well-trained reflexes could kick in Landrey felt a sharp pain on his leg. He dropped to the ground instinctively cradling his foot. He must have screamed because the next thing he saw was Harrow pushing himself up and over the ledge huffing and puffing.
“Are you alright? What the hell happened?”
“I'm fine, something stung me.”
“Where?”
“On my leg.”
“I meant where's whatever it was that stung you.”
“Over there by the scrubs.”
Harrow helped Landrey to his feet and they moved a few feet away from the scrubs. After setting the young down again Harrow walked back to the bushes and pointed his rifle at it scanning at the same time with his onyx.
“I don't detect anything.”
“Shit, it went through my boot, my suit is compromised!”
“Calm down sergeant.” Harrow parted the small twigs carefully with his rifle, his finger on the trigger.
“What are you doing?” Landrey held up his weapon.
“I want to see what it was that bit you.”
“Stung damn it, stung!”
“You're quite a baby for a hardcore trooper you know that?”
Harrow couldn't see anything that resembled a lifeform in the small bush. There were some red pods no bigger than his thumb on the lower branches and that was it. Harrow felt a little silly poking at a small bush. Then the pods moved. He quickly jumped back, his rifle trained on the vegetation.
“Shit! What was that?”
“What? What do you see?”
“This plant moves, but it's not registering on the onyx,” Harrow walked back to where Landrey was sitting. “This has to be a lifeform unlike anything we know. You see, the basic principles of life, even plant life, even the ones from T'aal, are more or less the same in terms of their make-up, there has to be a source of - ”
“Oh shut up, shut up, let's just get the hell out of here!”
“Is that insubordination I hear trooper?”
“Sir, sorry sir!”
“Fine, let's go. Can you walk?”
“Yes sir. I think so sir.”
Harrow grinned when Landrey wasn't looking. It was so easy to mess with these trooper types. “After you sergeant.”
…
Private Colin Newport's scream was so loud that Lieutenant junior grade Christian Kenner was worried that other people might hear them. He didn't want the rumors, it was bad enough that Lieutenant Colfax was being talked about shipwide. The trooper leapt out of bed and stood in the darken corners of the room gingerly rubbing his butt. When that failed to ease the cramp on his lower body he started to pace the room, shaking out his legs and attempted some squats. He cursed profusely under his breath nodding his head as he punctuated the profanity.
“Hey man,” said Christian, a little dumbfounded. “I'm sorry. Didn't mean to hurt you. Are you okay?”
Colin didn't answer. He leaned against the wall with his chin on his chest.
“I don't remember you reacting this way when we were kids, I mean, the times we tried it, you seemed to be, you know, going in full force.”
“That's cause we were kids cuz,” Colin said in a half groan.
“That was just five years ago.”
“That was a lifetime ago...” chuckled Newport fighting off the tears but couldn't quite control the spittle that escaped his lips when he spoke. “Shit, this hurts...”
“Well, you shouldn't have just sat on my cock,” Christian tried to lighten the mood. “Come on, let's go to the mess hall, I'll get you a drink.”
Christian got up and searched for his uniform. He found it on the far side of the room, when he looked around he saw that his boots were flung on top of his cabinet. He tried to suppress a smile. They were pretty hot and heavy when they stumbled into his quarters. Colin had brought up their childhood experiments during dinner and the conversation turned intense when they recalled the details of the youthful antics.
After the Blackout their families had moved away from the city and started a farm in a rural town. Their mothers became known in the little village as the Teacher Sisters and soon Christian and Colin were home-schooled with some of the neighborhood kids. Since then, they practically grew up together and were close until their career paths separated them. Christian had signed up to be a cadet and after he left, Colin who was a few years younger joined Ground Command. The night before Christian had to leave the two boys expressed their affections for each other in the only way they knew how. Since that night, the cousins had been apart until Colin Newport was posted to Starlight.
Colin walked back to the bed and sat down. He played with the edges of the blanket and watched Christian dress. Memories of Christian leaving came back to him. Colin remembered sitting, just as he was now, five years ago watching Christian pack on the eve of his reporting to the academy. He recalled how heartbroken he was the night after. Colin had kept a shirt of his and he wore it every night to bed, praying that the smell wouldn't fade away. But after a while it did.
“No,” Colin stood up and held Christian close to him. When they kissed, it felt familiar, it felt just like before. Deeper than before. Colin grabbed the crumpled uniform from Christian's hands and tossed them aside. They held each other tight and for a while, it was almost like they were lost in a dance.
They fell into bed.
Colin wrapped his legs around Christian's waist and his hands cupped his cousin's face. Their lips were pressed together, parting only to allow in a tongue. Their kiss didn't break, not when Christian parted Colin's legs, and not when Colin felt Christian's penis enter him. This time around, it didn't hurt.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Open Frequencies
Hey all, a quick announcement. This weekend's continuation of Respite will be a little delayed.
But stay tuned!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Open Frequencies
Hey all,
This is update number 301, and I'm a little excited with the number of posts.
Thanks to everyone who took the trouble to comment on the stories and for emailing me to gimme their thoughts. I really appreciate it.
Also, I'm really happy with the new followers. Thanks guys.
Meanwhile, and as usual, I hope you're enjoying the stories and the art.
Laters,
Kit
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Respite - Part 3
Harrow and the rest of the six-man landing party walked out of the barge, their energy rifles ready and their onyx set to full sensor range. In front of him was Commander Stone who didn't seem to mind the suit, in fact, he never seemed to be bothered by anything. Harrow wished that he was as adaptable. Must be the discipline of tactical training, he thought.
“I thought this planet was in the Goldie Locks Zone, why do we still need these suits?” Sergeant Marcus Landrey's voice came through in Harrow's helmet.
“The air's very thin here, so unless you wanna get winded and keel over after walking five steps, you're gonna need the suit,” Harrow said turning around to get a full view of the terrain before looking back at the young trooper. “There are also trace elements of gases we can't identify here. So to be on the safe side we -”
“Be on full alert.” Stone's voice sounded in everyone's helmet. Harrow tightened his grip around the rifle feeling a little sheepish that he had to be told to shut up.
From the landing site, and as far as the eye can see, there was nothing but large flat rocks spanning the entire plain. There was an odd bush here and there but not much vegetation beyond that. John Harrow whistled softly at the desolate state of the land. It shouldn't have surprised him since he had scanned the terrain as the barge entered the planet's atmosphere but standing on there, the emptiness before him was so much more apparent.
“Alright boys, head out with your preassigned teammates to your coordinates. We'll meet back here in one hour, and keep your communications open. Lieutenant Wright, you're with me,” Stone said and walked off, Wright ran up after him.
“I guess it's you and me Landrey,” Harrow pat the trooper on the helmet. “This way.” The three teams each had a scientist and a tactical personnel, quite logical thought Harrow. Being a geologist he had his basic training to fall back on, but that was nothing compared to the skills a tactical officer, or in his case, a Ground Command trooper, had to offer should they run into trouble.
“We ran a heat signature scan before we landed, we didn't find anything large like animals or humanoid lifeforms. Still, we can't be too careful, this is terra incognita.” Harrow calibrated his onyx setting it to scan as well as record.
“Well if you ask me sir, this is a whole lot of nothing in all directions,” Landrey said.
“Which is a good thing Sergeant, if we're gonna make this planet our new home, it's better to find nothing.”
“Why?”
“You've not been reading up on our history kid. Let's just say we're not exactly known to be nice to inhabitants of new frontiers we intend to colonize.”
….
“I heard you've been very busy with a certain trooper Colfax.” Ensign Hank Bardeaux smiled coyly without looking away from the holoscreen. His fingers continued to dance across the controls which opened up more mini screens in front of him. “Are there no secrets left on this ship?”
“Oh please, gossip's a great commodity to trade when you need a little distraction.”
“Right,” Carter Colfax grinned. “We're not jealous are we?”
“Somebody certainly thinks highly of themselves.” Bardeaux enjoyed the banter, although he couldn't tell if the lieutenant was teasing or flirting. He suspected it could be both. After all, he was familiar with Colfax's MO. Another screen popped up and the ensign nodded to himself. “Done!”
“How soon can we deploy the recce drones?” Colfax leaned in to look at the configuration on the holoscreen.
“We're ready now sir. We have ten on standby. These babies should be sturdy enough to enter orbit and scan the entire planet in under seventy-two hours.”
“Good work ensign.”
“Good work is still ahead... sir.” Bardeaux turned and pushed the bigger man against the wall. “Oh, and I never get jealous,” said the ensign and pressed his lips against Colfax's and felt the lieutenant reciprocate.
Colfax's mouth, his body and his scent was exactly as Bardeaux remembered. The firm grip on his arms was familiar too as the memories of that Crew Contact session, not long ago, came flooding back to the young ensign.
Colfax's big hands searched his body, reacquainting himself with Hank Bardeaux's every muscle and every curve. One of those rough hands squeezed the boy's left buttock and the other found its way up his thigh. Bardeaux sighed when Colfax kissed his neck, biting him playfully. He let out a little moan when he felt Colfax's palms at the base of his balls and his fingers along the neck of his scrotum. The hand closed around the fleshy bunch and squeezed, gently at first, and then turned into a firm tug.
Bardeaux widened his stance to allow Colfax better access to his jewels and the lieutenant took advantage of it. The ensign's mouth was agape when the hand slipped off his balls and moved to massage his already hard cock. His threw his head back and shut his eyes feeling the fingers from the other hand rub his anus though the thin fabric of his uniform. Colfax was great at sex, thought Hank, he was great at it because he could remember the exact buttons to push with every individual.
The kissing continued and Bardeaux wrapped his arms around Colfax's shoulders. He felt his foreskin being pulled back followed by the sensuous friction of two stubby fingers kneading his cockhead. A sole digit tried to wiggle its way up his ass and Bardeaux wished that he was naked right there and then, just so that the finger could be allowed in unhindered. He felt Colfax's tongue in his ear. But then suddenly, he felt nothing.
Colfax pulled away.
“What's wrong?” panted Bardeaux. “Do you wanna do this somewhere else?”
There was a look on Colfax's face that the ensign didn't recognize at first. An expression that soon looked a lot like embarrassment slowly turning into shame.
“I'm sorry, I really am. It's just... I mean it's not...” Colfax rubbed his face then his neck, all the while backing away.
There was an awkward moment of silence before Bardeaux managed a shrug. “Okay...” he said.
“Look, I've got some other things to look into, I'll check back in with you later. Just have the recce drones powered up and I'll notify you on the time to deploy.” Colfax struggled to regain his composure but all the boy took in was the look of bewilderment on the lieutenant's face.
Colfax turned, narrowly missing a bulkhead and stumbled a little more before finding the door and ran out. Bardeaux peered out of the room just in time to see Colfax walk briskly down the walkway and disappeared around a corner.
“What the hell was that?” said the ensign under his breath.
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