Sharing Ensign Spander between best friends, highlight of the week.
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Thursday, September 29, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Respite - Part 18
The afternoon light poured into the chamber they were in. A few sunbeams came in through the broken ceiling of the castle. The whole structure looked old, left to decay, left to be forgotten. Stone kept his finger on the trigger and so did the landing party. As Landrey continued his explanation, Stone relaxed somewhat, but he still kept every one of the blue aliens in his sights.
“Somehow our memories and emotions are still intact, I feel no different now than I did yesterday or the day before.” Landrey caught Stone's expression behind the helmet. “I know what you're thinking, how can you be sure that we're not acting out of self-interest and this is not a giant plan to lure humans here and assimilate them, right?” Landrey saw Stone nod. “Well, I can only ask for your trust. Besides, you're the ones with the guns. Talk to any of us and you'll know that we're the same people you've known all this time.”
“Trust is difficult Sergeant Landrey... and it takes time,” Stone said.
“All the stinger plants that attacked us have wilted and died, so no one is going to get stung. We don't need you to help repopulate the planet sir,” Landrey's eyes were wide, desperate for his crewmates to believe him.
“And what about you? You're happy being changed this way?”
“Of course not, but until we have some other options, this is how we are. And I, for one, am fine with it. Perhaps some where along the line, when there is a way to reverse this, some of us may want that reconsider. But for now, this is who we are.”
“There's a lot to take in private,” sighed Stone. “But I suppose, for now at least, we can go along with this.”
“Sir, I have a question,” Private Nick Nelson took a step forward.
“Sure,” Stone said.
“With the stinging plants dead, how are the ten of you going to repopulate the planet?”
Landrey smiled broadly. He gestured towards Colin and Christian. “Colin is carrying.”
“Really?” Stone was started. He motioned to a medic. “Private, I hope you don't mind.”
“Nope, not at all,” Colin said moving towards the field medic who performed a scan with his onyx.
“Carrying what?” Nelson wondered out loud. And then it occurred to him “Oh my god!” he yelped and immediately regretted his outburst.
Colin tried to suppress a laugh but let out a short chuckle, as did a few others.
“How is that even possible? Who is the, I mean...” continued Nelson.
“Christian's the father. We, you know, and then this morning I just knew.”
“Still, how can you be pregnant?”
“I guess the Umorkian physiology is slightly different.”
“You had sex and now you're... that soon? What is the gestation period? Where would it, er, he or she, come out...?”
“At ease private,” said Landrey amused. “I think this jabbering thing is infectious.” He shot Harrow a look and winked.
“I honestly don't know. I think we'll find out when the time comes Nick,” Colin said.
“May I?” asked Nelson.
“Sure,” Colin stretched his belly and Nelson ran his fingers over the slits. He felt the small bumps underneath the flaps of muscles and they rolled under Nelson touch. Nelson traced the edges of the skin flaps and the slits widened and extended to Colin's sides.
“Shit, what did I do?” Nelson flinched.
“Oh don't worry,” said Colin reassuringly. “It's just that I'm really naked... and your touching is getting aroused, that's all.”
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Friday, September 23, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Respite - Part 17
He could rationalize what he was feeling as an archaic notion, remnants of residual inclinations from a time when relationship commitments were different, or simply when the word commitment was last used, but still, he still knew.
He knew the moment he stopped fighting – not that he was putting up much of a resistance – that he wasn't doing the right thing. The right thing – such a quaint concept in this day and age.
The way Ensign Hank Bardeaux acted didn't surprise him, not one bit. In fact, he knew fully well what he was doing the moment he rapped at the ensign's door. He was counting on Hank to do it. A part of him hoped that this would diminish some responsibility on his part and absolve him somewhat. It was almost as if he half-expected to account for this sometime soon.
Carter Colfax knew when that day came, who this would hurt the most. And even as he bent Hank over his bed and repeatedly plugged the youth, he thought of the person he'd hurt. Colfax didn't dare say his name. Not even in his head.
“Why are you throwing the first meaningful relationship out of the window?” he asked himself, watching his penis disappear into the soft folds of Hank's anus. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he scolded himself, as if an answer would pop up. “What are you so afraid of?” Colfax's wet cock emerged from the fleshy orifice and coated the ring of the opening with his second load. Before his cock fully deflated, he pushed the gooey liquid into the warm snug hole with his cockhead.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
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The scout craft hovered for a good long while. The glare of the afternoon sun reflecting from the sand below made Commander Stone squint. He activated the tint shield on his helmet and looked out to see the landing barge below. There it was, the sole metallic object on the ground, outshining the glowing sands. He waited patiently for the pilot to complete his scans. Beside him were a contingent of armed men and medics waiting for his orders. Stone sat back in his chair in the cockpit and studied the holoscreen as the sensors searched the ground grid by grid. He needed a confirmation before setting the craft down. Even with Lieutenant Harrow's briefing and assurance he still wasn't about to risk the lives of anymore crewmen.
“Confirmed sir,” said the pilot. “The only human life sign below is Lieutenant Harrow. We have a few indeterminate readings, one in the barge and the rest are not in the immediate area.”
Stone nodded solemnly. He knew that the doctor and H'loor were searching the medical database for a possible method to remove the infection. He hoped that they were making progress. For just a brief moment, guilt crept up on Stone. He was losing too many men, a fact that had been haunted him for many months now. He let the moment pass. He inhaled deeply and shook it off. He had a mission to complete.
The scout craft circled one more time before extending its struts and landed.
“I want everyone on full alert,” Stone said activating his onyx and charging up his energy rifle. He watched everyone do the same. “Keep the engines running lieutenant, I want you to take us out of here at a moment's notice.” The pilot nodded.
The tactical team went into formation as soon as they exited the craft. Private Nick Nelson raised his weapon and rubbed the side of the trigger with his finger. He wasn't used to combat situations in environmental suits and the short hour-long training before the mission was hardly enough. However, he was trained to make the best out of any situation, and he knew that he would perform well. That's what troopers did. From the corner of his helmet he saw Private Adam Bonde shoot him a glare before looking away. Nelson hadn't spoken to anyone from Ground Command after the fight, and he wondered what his fellow troopers were thinking. He exhaled forcefully and fogged up the visor of his helmet. “Don't take it with you Nick,” he mumbled to himself. “It's all about the mission now Nick, keep it together.”
From afar they saw Lieutenant John Harrow walking towards them. He was unarmed but the rifles were trained on him. Harrow knew the drill and held his hands out and up. When he was close enough, they could see his smile and relief.
“Glad to see you guys,” said Harrow. “I hope someone brought me an extra airpack. It's getting a little stale in here,” he joked. “And gentlemen, I've someone you should get reacquainted with.”
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Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Open Frequencies
Hey all,
Sorry for the delays and the postponements. I had some initial problems with the internet as well as my computer, but that was soon settled.
Then I started reading all the 10th anniversary articles and looking at the pictures that came with the stories. I have to admit, it brought back the trauma I felt on that fateful day. It became clear that it was inappropriate to post an update with all the saucy bits on this very solemn day. Hope you all understand.
I hope that you are enjoying the chapters so far.
I'll see you on Sunday, when Starlight: Respite continues.
Laters
Respite - Part 16
Droplets of moisture covered the polished hull of the barge. The wet beads glistened as the sun rose. Through the screen of the cockpit Lieutenant Harrow looked out at the desolate plain and realized that his perceptions had altered. He no longer saw a barren a barren land before him, rather, what lay ahead was potential – a potential for new life and new beginnings. He and Landrey had stayed up talking. In a way, the young trooper had shared more about himself than the planet they were on. Now curled up beside him, Harrow saw past the blue skin and the strange alien mutations and found that the young man was oddly endearing. Through his gloved hand Harrow stroked the sleeping Marcus Landrey's arm. They had left the barge doors open so that Marcus could sleep inside the craft. Watching Marcus' peacefully slow breathing and the faces his makes mid-dream, Harrow wished that he wasn't encumbered by the environment suit. He wanted to feel the soft blue skin and how warm, or not, his body was. Inside his helmet Harrow smiled to himself, amused that he could feel this way about another man. Although he had participated in Crew Contact sessions from time to time, he had always summed up each encounter as a purely physical experience, a means for gratification. He thought about his wife back on Earth and how she would gloat if she ever found out about these new feelings. She did know him better than anyone else after all. For a while he entertained the thought of the three of them living together on this planet. And for a moment it all felt... possible.
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Ensign Hank Bardeaux lay on his back in bed, his legs crossed with a projection pad resting on his thigh. Even though he was off-duty he was still tracking the orbital probes that circled the planet below. Over the last few hours he had received more data about the terrain and climate than he knew where to store them. He had spent much of the afternoon finding room from the computer mainframe. And it wasn't easy, data storage space was something each department was very protective about, territorial even. But he managed and now he watched as streams of information flooded in from the probes and onto the allotted sections of the ship's computer.
A knock on the door.
“Come in,” said Hank without looking away from the holoscreens. He didn't turn to see who it was until the visitor was standing next to his bed.
“Hey,” said Hank with a slight smile and sat up.
“Am I disturbing you?” asked Lieutenant Carter Colfax.
“Nope, not at all.” Hank patted the space next to him indicating that Colfax should sit down. The lieutenant thought for a while and then complied. “What can I do for you?”
“I just wanted to, you know, to.., err... apologize again for, you know...”
“You are so eloquent.”
“I didn't mean to freak out like that, and then the second time when...”
“Hey, it's fine,” Hank smiled and moved closer to Colfax. “Where is your little boy anyway?”
“He's getting ready to join the landing party with Commander Stone.”
“So the cat's away and you're here to play?”
“No, it's not that, I can't -”
Hank Bardeaux leaned in and kissed Colfax. He swiped his tongue over the startled man's lips until they opened and let his tongue in. Hank then knew that he had broken down his resistance.
Hank felt Colfax's arms around him tighten when he jumped on and straddled the man. Hands reached under the ensign's uniform, eager to get to his skin. He let go of Colfax's lips and raised his arms, Carter pulled the tunic off him and they resumed kissing. The young ensign performed his signature move of grinding his buttocks against Colfax and he felt the result pressed hard between his cheeks.
“Get out of that uniform,” ordered Hank and he got off Colfax.
When they were both naked again, they rushed into an embrace and their lips found each other just as quickly. Hank felt the hunger in their lip-lock, he felt the intensity each time Colfax bit his lip and sucked on his wet tongue, drinking in his saliva.
The two of them stumbled and they found the bed. They assumed their previous positions and Hank reached back and grabbed Colfax's penis, using his thumb to spread the precum all over the head. In a swift move he placed the tip at his entrance and eased himself down. He watched Colfax's face experiencing the mounting pleasure of penetration.
Hank continued to scrutinize Colfax's expressions. He watched him close his eyes and enjoy the soft friction from his gyrating moves. Then Colfax's eyes snapped open and his mood shifted changed.
“Push it out of your mind,” Hank said knowingly. “Push it out of your mind and push your cock in all the way.” The young ensign almost sneered his last words. He didn't want any wavering, not when he's gotten this close.
Yet, the struggle of emotions continued to play on Colfax's face. Hank was determined to win this one. He wasn't about to lose when they've come this far. Yes, they, he wasn't the one who relented, he wasn't the one who was hungry, he wasn't the one who got naked and had his cock buried up an ass. He quickened his moves and stimulated the lieutenant by pinching his nipples and kissing him intermittently. He wanted Colfax to give up his load. He desperately needed him to.
And he did. Hank almost laughed when he felt Colfax's hot milk rush into him.
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Sunday, September 11, 2011
Open Frequencies
Out of respect for the 10th anniversary of 9/11
Starlight: Respite
will be postponed.
Open Frequencies
Hey y'all.
I'm currently experiencing some tech issues as well as some internet problems. Starlight: Respite will be posted as soon as I sort these things out. Sorry.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Open Frequencies
Hope you all had a great weekend and I hope you enjoyed the latest chapter. For those of you who commented and emailed me, thanks a bunch! I love hearing your theories as to what is happening.
I won't say if you're right on the mark or not though. Haha.
For those of you who've been here a while, you would know this difficulty I have in creating Starlight, the ship. I have made a model, I have rendered, but I've not been a 100% happy about it. Not knowing how to render anything in 3D limits my ability to control the way the ship looks and manipulate it to fit the story. I made these pictures a few days ago and they do conform to, more or less, the look of the ship that I have posted here before. These were all rendered with Photoshop and it was tough keeping the shape consistent.
Any 3D geniuses out there who can lend me a hand?
Have a great week ahead everyone!
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Respite - Part 15
Lieutenant Terence Mahoney turned off the lights in his quarters, all but the ones in the bathroom. He walked around making sure that all the requirements projected on his holoscreen was tended to. It intrigued him that someone went through the trouble to send him a message with to-do list before a Crew Contact session. In fact, the sender was even able to omit his name from the message and hide the send code, which meant he knew how to bypass security protocols.
Mahoney's interest was piqued.
“No talking, no kissing,” read Mahoney. “You have a lot to hide, whoever you are.”
Mahoney sat on his bed and looked over his quarters which was now shrouded in darkness. He knew that the lights from his bathroom would only show him a silhouette of his guest, and nothing more.
There was a knock on the door. Mahoney glanced at the clock. On the dot. “You are punctual too,” he said and smiled.
“Come on in,” he called out after briefly thinking if he should even have said that.
There was a slight pause before a sliver of light came in from the outside and a lone figure slipped in. Mahoney was right, the lights from his bathroom wasn't bright enough to show anything more than the outlines of the shadow person. The figure walked towards him, stood at the foot of his bed and removed his uniform. Then he just stood there. Waiting. Was he nervous? Was he waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness? Mahoney got out of bed and stood next to the figure. He held out his hand and touched his chest. It was firm, smooth, youthful. He was making his way to the nipple when the shadow man pushed his hand away.
Confused, Mahoney kept his hands at his side. He felt the other man come closer, he could feel his breath on him. He wasn't too tall, thought Mahoney, judging from the gusts of hot breath on his neck. They stood there for a long while, and it was becoming less fun for the lieutenant.
“Maybe this isn't such a great -”
Two hands on his shoulders made him sit on the bed. Mahoney didn't resist. The person came closer still. He could smell the fresh soap on the shadow man's skin, followed by the warm touch of the man's penis brushing against his face. Mahoney didn't need more directions, he smiled and sucked on the offering. The smooth organ hardened in his mouth, and when Mahoney's tongue tunneled under the foreskin he tasted precum. He continued to relish the cock, feeling every vein with his lips. He tried to stroke the balls under the heavy organ only to have his hand slapped away. All Mahoney could do, or allowed to do, it seemed, was to sit on his bed and bob his head back and forth sucking on the thick hard cock of the mystery man.
Then something happened.
Mahoney felt the cock soften in his mouth. He tried to revive it by licking the underside of the organ but that made it worse. It seemed that the shadow man had lost interest. Mahoney was still trying his best to excite the flaccid penis when the shadow man pulled away. He heard more rustling and before he realized what was happening there was a bright glare. The door of his quarters had opened and Mahoney could only make out the shape of a person leaving his room.
The lieutenant sat on his bed trying to understand what had transpired. He was still in a daze when he turned the lights back on. That was a strange encounter, he thought and laughed to himself. He was about to grab his towel on the chair next to his bed and go for a shower when he noticed something shiny on the floor. Mahoney picked up the scarab and flipped it to see the name and rank of its owner edged on the back of the communication device and dog tag.
Mahoney read it and smiled.
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Private Colin yawned and stretched his arms. He rubbed his eyes and looked around. He saw his cousin sleeping next to him, his arms still around his torso. Then, everything that had transpired came back to him.
Colin turned and studied the old chamber they were in and when he looked beyond the ancient pillars to the wide open windows, he felt something. There was something different that morning. Colin felt more at home, more comfortable and safe than he had been for a long time. But there was something else. Something else that was new.
“Hey cuz.”
Colin found Christian staring at him with those strange yet familiar red eyes. “Morning,” he said beaming.
“You look like you're millions of miles away.”
“Actually, I feel like I've come home. Strange, but I know. Hey, do you smell that? I recognize this smell in the air...it's called -”
“Hae-dula,” Christian said and blinked, startled that he had just uttered a strange word. “Yeah, and Hae-dula means more than that, it's...” Christian snapped his fingers a few times trying to get the right words out.
“It's like being content, alive, happy.”
“Exactly.”
“Weird.”
“Very.”
Colin got up and brushed off the leaves that were on him. Some pieces of foliage was stuck to body by the dried cum from last night. He gave up after a while and walked around the huge chamber.
“This used to be the great hall, there were many celebrations held here. And over there at the-”
Christian waited for the rest of the sentence but Colin had stopped talking. Christian got to his feet and went to his cousin turning him around to face him.
“What? What is it?”
Christian could see the bewilderment and shock on Colin's face.
“What's wrong?” asked Christian again, his hands on Colin's shoulders feeling the younger man tremble.
“It's Ne-kimpa.”
Christian's eyes widened when he realized what his cousin was saying. His mouth grew slack and after a few moments his lips curled up and formed a smile.
“You're...”
Colin nodded, hot tears welled up in his ruby eyes and drained down the sides of his face.
“I'm pregnant.”
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Friday, September 2, 2011
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