This Side of Paradise - Part 13

“If it's any consolation sir, I think we were right about the Ollustra.”

Captain Hunt turned to his first officer.

“We have just received a video feed from Lieutenant Commander Stone. Apparently, the Ollustra have suffered for centuries and they been culled to the point of extinction.”

“This was from Stone?”

“Some. A good portion of this was told by an Ollustra.”

“They can speak?”

“Well, they can now.”


Hunt rubbed his face and when he spoke, there was a heaviness in his voice. “How is that going to make me feel better?”

Holts was silent. The captain was right. He sat down and looked at the planet on the holoscreen from across the captain's desk.

“I don't think anyone can truly appreciate the enormity of all of this unless they themselves are facing it. Honestly, hundreds of years ago we mined the Earth for all its resources, driven hundreds of species to extinction without a second's thought. And when activists told us to stop? We gave the same hollow arguments like culture, tradition, pride. Sound like something you've heard recently? Well, now we're the ones about to go away... the view from the other side of the table isn't so pretty is it?”

“Karma?”

“And regret. These are the words, commander, that are going to haunt us in these last days.”

…

“And now you have the memories and the knowledge of these merman?” asked DeSelle.

“Not all, just Squeak. Well, that's not his name, but yes. That's why I know it will work.”

“That would also mean that we have to leave Sparr behind on the planet,” B'loor finally said and stood up. “That is one thing I cannot allow.”

“You?” asked DeSelle.

“Look B'loor, I have been a soldier nearly all my life, and the last thing I would do is leave someone behind. But these are not ordinary circumstances. Sparr will die if we take him back to Starlight. I don't see us having many options now.”

“Doctor, certainly you would not agree to this.”

“Actually, I'd have to concur with Stone. I have to act in the best interest of my patient.”

“This is my doing, I should be the one responsible for Sparr.”

“We do not have a lot of time to debate this. The island I'm talking about is an hour away. Squeak is already on his way there. He will explain to his tribe about all this, but we need to hurry, Commander Holts says that Yusei extraction teams will come for us very soon.”

B'loor didn't say anything. With his strong arms he picked up Sparr and walked to the landing barge.

…

Squeak watched as the aliens-who-walk entered the cave. It must have been quite a task from them to hike their way down through the intricate passageways to the mouth of this half-submerged cave. Squeak knew that Stone's training would have made their descent easier, he also knew that having his memories made navigating through the rocks a lot simpler as well.

“This way!” said Squeak as soon as he heard the hi-pitched greeting from Stone. Although not perfect, that was all the human vocal cords could manage. Squeak smiled and his heart fluttered.

More mermen swam up to where Stone and his men stood, at the edge of the dark pool that flooded the rest of the cave. They pushed in front of them a floating granite that was just big enough for them to place Sparr on it. Sparr was drifting in and out of consciousness again. The relief he felt an hour ago had dissipated. Right now he felt as if there was being inside him eating him alive.

The mermen pushed the granite and Sparr deeper into the cave until they all disappeared into the shadows.

The men tried to follow but Squeak swam in front of them and held out his hands.

“You cannot go with him. These caves are sacred. We cannot allow too many visitors.”

“How will he breathe underwater?” asked DeSelle.

“Do not worry. We will care for him.”

“While I respect and appreciate what you are doing for Lieutenant Sparr, I will be going with him. I will be staying back,” said B'loor first to Squeak and then to the two men behind him.

Squeak looked at the T'aal and finally nodded. B'loor gave one fleeting look at his shipmates and jumped into the water.

“B'loor, are you sure about this?”

“I am doctor. I am.”

“Then you're gonna need this,” said Stone tossing him a backpack that had some basic equipment and rations.

“Thank you,” the T'aal said and proceeded to swim away without looking back.

“I guess it's our turn to leave,” said the doctor.

Stone wasn't listening. All the while his eyes were glued to Squeak. His heart ached and he could sense that the boy felt the same. He jumped into the water and pulled Squeak to him. At first they just stared at each without any words. Words weren't necessary for when they met and they were certainly useless now.

“I'll wait for you outside,” mumbled DeSelle and proceeded out.

Stone kissed the boy, forcefully and hard at first and Squeak reciprocated. Their lips softened and they tasted each others' breaths in a final lingering deep kiss. Stone knew that they may not meet again and this bond that they now share was about to be torn, no, ripped apart. Squeak wrapped his tail around the human and Stone tried desperately to remember the merman's scent by smelling his neck and shoulders.

Squeak was the first to pull away. Then with last one teary look the merman flipped his body over and swam away.

…

“How long do you think this connection will last?” asked DeSelle softly as the landing barge left orbit. It wouldn't be long before they reached the ship. He could hear Nesper signaling Starlight to receive them in ten minutes.

Stone sat quietly looking out of the craft's window. DeSelle couldn't read his expression, but he knew the torment he must be going through right now. Stone's training taught him to suppress unnecessary emotions and always putting the mission ahead of everything else. And Stone was a good soldier. They even have a nickname for him but Stone couldn't remember what it was now.

“I don't know,” Stone said after a while. His voice no louder than a whisper. “I stopped being able to hear him after we took off.”

DeSelle squeezed his knee.

“Then maybe it's for the best. Think of how lucky you are having found each other and shared so much in such a short time.”

“I am the lucky one here. I'm sure I'll forget him over time. Not Squeak though.”

“How so?”

“For one thing doctor, the merman, they mate for life.”

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This Side of Paradise - Part 12

“I dare not risk another time doctor.” B'loor spoke softly as if worried that Sparr, who was regaining consciousness, would hear him.

“The scans indicate that the single lippa is hatching. Perhaps if we returned to the ship I can surgically remove it.”

“That would not be wise doctor, once the lippa has broken out of its shell, it would then integrate itself with the host body. This would be the start the second part of its gestation cycle.”

Still dazed, Sparr was looking around him confused. He was still too weak to speak. All he could do was grab B'loor's forearm and held on tight.

“Who is still on the planet?”

Immediately B'loor tapped on his scarab.

“Nesper, do you read?”

“Here sir.”

“Your position and status mister.”

“I am still at the flat rocks south of your position. Commander Stone has made contact with an indigenous species here. He went into the water with it about forty-five minutes ago. I think they are behind some of the rocks.”

“You lost visual of your commanding officer and you don't think that it was necessary to report this?”

“Sir, I...”

“Where is the rest of the landing party who was to rendezvous with you?” snapped B'loor without waiting.

“They have returned to the ship sir, on Commander Holts' orders.”

“Very well. Find Commander Stone.”

“Aye sir.”

“You're being very hard on the young lieutenant,” DeSelle said as soon as the communication link was severed. “You do realize that you didn't check in with Stone as you said you would right?”

B'loor ignored him.

…

Stone woke up. He didn't realize that he had fallen asleep. And what a dream he had. It was so vivid. He was in the ocean, swimming, no, gliding through the water into it's dark depths. He felt free.

He tried to sit up but found Squeak asleep on top of him. The boy's head was on his chest with one hand holding his arm and the other on his groin, its digits coiled around his flaccid penis.

Stone moved and the boy stirred. He hugged the merman and found his touch familiar, as if he had felt his body for years. He felt as if he knew Squeak. Stone reached down to where the boy's tail met with his humanoid torso and felt for a scar on his side. When he touched the skin he knew exactly how the mark got there. A metal spear of some sort had cut him, long ago, he survived, no he escaped but one of his brothers did not. The metal spear had lifted, snatched, no pulled, his brother out of the water, and he never saw him again. There was so much blood. And from a distance there was laughter. Stone could hear the laughter. Then he heard merman's scream and then more laughter.

“That was twelve storm cycles ago.”

So he wasn't imagining it. Squeak was talking to him.

“You can talk?”

“I can understand you now. After the bonding.”

“You hear me in your language?”

“What is language?”

“Never mind,” said Stone realizing that there was no need to define communication now that they had it.

“I can see your thoughts, from long ago?”

“You can see my thoughts, from long ago.”

Stone smiled and kissed the boy. He felt relieved and happy for the communication. He held Squeak and part of him wanted to stay that way forever.

Little pieces of rocks shifted and fell from above. When Stone looked up he saw Lieutenant Nesper looking down at him.

…

“This is totally unacceptable!” said Manduk on the holoscreen that hovered over the captain's desk.

“I think you are misunderstanding us ambassador,” said Hunt addressing Bolak directly and ignoring the outburst of his chief of staff standing behind him. “We merely want to study the Ollustra as there are some signs they might be sentient.” Hunt actually had no such indication, but from what his first officer had told him, complete with all the gory details, he wanted to make sure.

“To what end?” asked Bolak.

“Perhaps we communicate with them. Perhaps establish some sort of a contact, who knows?”

“And after that? Are you going to oppose us hunting them after that?”

“That is all premature mister ambassador, we do not even know if the Ollustra can communicate. We would just like the opportunity to try.”

“You know,” Bolak shifted in his chair and straightened his tunic. “I find it amusing. You humans come begging for a place to live in our system and when we show you our way of life, you get sanctimonious on us and are now passing judgment. Where do you find this nerve of yours? Is this how your species live?”

“Sir, we appreciate your hospitality and all that you have shown us. Believe me, we are in no way judging your culture. All we ask is that we study some of your system's... wildlife.”

“This is no way a guest behaves! Unacceptable!”

“Mister ambassador, we...”

“Unacceptable!”

Now both Manduk and Bolak were yelling. Indignant and gesturing wildly. Hunt wanted to drop the subject completely, apologize and withdraw his request, if he could only get a word in. He couldn't. He felt the chance of their relocation slipping away.

“If this is the attitude of your world, then perhaps we don't want you here! Yes! We do not want you here. This is our sector of space! Ours! Leave immediately. Recall your men. Now! Or we shall have to extract them!”

With nothing else left to lose, Hunt sat up and leaned in closer to the holoscreen.

“I don't understand why you are reacting this way,” said Hunt staring at the two aliens. He didn't care if they were still talking over him. “Unless. Unless you know for a fact that these creatures are sentient, that they are intelligent and are capable of communicating!” He raised his voice a decibel. “You have shown us all your culture and your sophistication, yet, I suspect this is your dark little secret isn't it?”

“You are wasting your time. Leave now. You have one hour before I send our extraction team to the planet!”

The screen went blank.

Hunt took a moment to absorb what had transpired over the last few minutes. He was so close. They were going to allow them to settle on their planet. And now it was all gone.

“Damn it.” Hunt cursed under his breath and slammed his hand on the desk.

…

DeSelle could hear the sound of the landing barge setting down nearby. He looked at Sparr helplessly and wished that there was something that he could do. The last scan had shown that the lippa had embedded itself onto the lieutenant's colon wall and it was almost indistinguishable from the rest of his body. The T'aal medical archives say that the lippa would grow bigger now, drawing more nutrients from the host and would eventually reach a stage where it'd be ready to be born. That is for a T'aal. The doctor could only imagine that the process on a human may kill him. Actually, he knew that it would.

Stone and Nesper briskly walked to where the trio were huddled and one look at the expression on DeSelle's face Stone knew that things were not good. Stone also didn't have good news to share as well.

“Doctor, B'loor, I have just been informed by Commander Holts that we are to leave the planet immediately.”

“It would seem that the talks fell through,” B'loor said without looking up.

“It's not gonna be that easy Stone, there is still one lippa in his body and I'm afraid that we can't extract it.” DeSelle looked at Sparr who had turned pale. In a way, he was glad that he was too weak to fully appreciate the gravity of the situation. “And I'm afraid we've run out of time.”

“Nesper, will you bring the lieutenant some water from the barge?”

Stone waited until Nesper was gone before crouching down next to the men.

“I know a way.”

This Side of Paradise - Part 11

Commander Holts went down the walkway and all he could hear was the beating of his heart and the gusts of hot breath that escaped his flared nostrils. He had tried to purge the images of what he had seen on Julan out of his head, several times in fact, since the Yusei returned him to Starlight. But the images in his head were relentless. He realized that squeezing his eyes shut was futile as well.

He walked straight to the captain's office and before he could knock, the doors opened.

“And I think our people would enjoy having new neighbors,” said Ambassador Bolak shaking hands with the captain.

“Your generosity is greatly appreciated ambassador. I will contact my superiors and we shall meet again in an hour as planned.”

Bolak nodded at Holts before walking away. Holts waited until the ambassador was out of ear shot and gave Captain Hunt a look.

“Come in Greg.”

…


Stone couldn't believe how much semen was leaving his body. Just when he thought he had finished, his cock would twitch again and he would feel the sensations of another orgasm building up inside him. Squeak's penis was still firmly stretched over his and it continued to gulp down the copious amounts of his essence. Stone felt like he was about to blackout. His scrotum was almost choking his balls as they locked themselves tight on either side of his penis.

Squeak pushed himself up onto the rocks, just far enough to caress the human's chest. It was as if he was comforting the commander and telling him that everything was alright. Stone recalled the same thing being done to farm animals before they were milked. He leaned back against the rocks when his arms started to shake. Then another shot of cum left his body. He groaned. Stone wondered how he could keep ejaculating like this. What part of him was being stimulated to this extent? How was this alien boy doing this?

Before his could even come up with a hypothesis, Stone felt the pressure building up again. Sure enough when he looked down he could see the muscles of Squeak’s penis move, swallowing his seed.

“Wait... please, I think we need to stop.”

“Okay.”

Stone snapped out of his orgasmic haze and stared at Squeak. He thought his mind was playing tricks on him, he couldn't be sure. He could hardly think. Perhaps there wasn't enough blood in his body to work both his mind and his cock at the same time. He shook his head to get some clarity.

“What?”

Stone looked at Squeak who was still smiling sweetly at him. He shifted his position, sat up and cupped the merman's youthful face with both hands. There was no answer. Then he felt his balls swell and his erection tightened again. This time however, it felt different. He felt hot all over. Feverish. Saliva flooded his mouth as phlegm coated the back of his tongue. Goosebumps beaded his neck and back. Stone could remember only feeling this way once before, when he lost his virginity.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, Stone mouthed the words but no sound came. He released Squeak and fell back. His body tensed up, his butt cheeks clenched, his fingers dung into his palm and his toes curled. Then, arching his back, Stone experienced the most intense and prolonged orgasm of his life. He didn't even notice that he wasn't breathing. His cum felt boiling hot as it shot out of his engorged piss slit and into the waiting appendage of the alien boy.

Stone floated between consciousness as his body shut down and recovered. The alien cock released his deflated penis and it flopped between Stone's thighs uselessly. Before he closed his eyes, he thought he felt Squeak lean against his ear.

“Sleep...”

This Side of Paradise - Part 10

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This Side of Paradise - Part 9

Lieutenant Dave Sparr heard himself scream. His body shook violently attempting to bring himself to full consciousness, but there was a fog, an impenetrable haze that prevented him from being fully awake. He knew he needed help. He hoped that someone, anyone, would come to him and release him from the trauma that was assaulting his body. His eyes snapped open but he didn't know what he was looking at. He saw two familiar faces in front of him but he couldn't say their names. All he saw was the sky, an unfamiliar sky. He tried to speak but all that escaped his gaping mouth were screams.

“I cannot give him anything for the pain,” said Dr. DeSelle sensing what B'loor was thinking. “I don't know how the elements in this water would react to the meds.” DeSelle and B'loor had brought Sparr into the sea, just deep enough for them to submerge Sparr's body into the water. DeSelle held Sparr down firmly by his shoulders and using his hips to prop the lieutenant's head above the water. The T'aal held down Sparr's legs by kneeling between them and pinning them down with his hands.

“I really hope this works B'loor,” said DeSelle as the waves crashed violently on the trio. DeSelle and B'loor fought to stabilize themselves and Sparr at the same time. Sparr was thrashing about as if every wave was burning him up.

“How long do we have to keep doing this?” asked DeSelle as he spat out the brine from his lips. “The tide is rising fast!” he yelled out the last words as the roar of the waves drowned out his voice.

B'loor quickly shifted his position and scanned Sparr with his onyx. “There seems to be some effect. The levels of the chemicals we need are thankfully transdemic enough to penetrate his skin, but we need more time before there is enough to cause a reaction to the lippa.”

“Why can't we just inject the seawater into him? Or maybe some down his throat?” asked DeSelle fighting Sparr's struggles.

B'loor shifted his position again, this time he dug his knees deeper into the sand. “The last readout showed that there were some lippa that were about to hatch, if we had more time we could have discussed other modes of administering the water. In any case, the elements need to work through his system, a shock would cause the lippa to latch on tighter.”

“Transdermal, thank god this isn't Earth's oceans,” mumbled DeSelle and blew hard to get the water out of his nose. “Well this had better work before we all drown.”

….

The Yusei craft sliced through the Julan atmosphere with incredible ease and Commander Holts was impressed. He sat at the controls and watched Manduk and his men control the craft by simply waving their fingers across the consoles. There was just a hint of inertial pull as the craft slowed down, turned, and in a few seconds was hovering over the ocean.

“Wow, I hardly felt a thing, this is an incredible piece of technology Manduk,” said Holts looking on as the roof of the craft retracted. Standing up Holts whistled. He was now standing on, what looked like to him, like an Earth yacht, an incredibly sophisticated yacht. “This is amazing,” smiled Holts peering over to see the water below.

“Only the best for our friends,” said Manduk.

“And gladly appreciated,” answered Holts with a slight nod and a grin. Holts needed to be friendly, he knew that even as they spoke, the captain and the ambassador were negotiating a means to have some of Earth's population relocated to this system. If everything went well, he hoped that he could move here too, everything around him seemed almost perfect.

“Come Commander, let us show you a time-honored tradition of hunting Ollustra!” beamed Manduk who then signaled to his men who cleared the deck. “As I recall commander, you enjoyed last night's dinner very much.”

The deckhands brought out a piece of equipment that looked to Holts like a cannon and they moved it to the bow of the ship. They waved their hands over the console and the device was activated. Now, pointed at the ocean below, Holts understood what the device was. A harpoon.

“If we see some of your friends here, we'll get them to join us, yes?”

Holts shifted uneasily. This was the first time Manduk has indicated that they knew there was a landing party on this planet. Holts kept up the non-nonchalance, smiled and nodded.

…

Stone couldn't believe how long the merman's penis was, he kept feeling it underwater, and right now he estimated that the organ was over three or four feet long. Squeak seemed to be amused at the human's amazement and smiled as he tried to lift part of it out of the water.

Stone was engrossed. His tried to employ a scientific approach to his curiosity, but he couldn't help but sprout a hardon as he examined the long alien appendage. The penis felt firm, firmer than a human's and its skin was rubbery like the rest of the merman's skin. Stone let his hand glide across the slippery surface looking for the tip of this long hose and after working through the considerable length, he finally found the tip of Squeak's cockhead. The human tried to lift the tip out of the water to study its construction, but its weight and skin texture prevented him from getting a firm grip. Whenever he thought he had a good hold of the cockhead, it would slip out of his hands. He had to try a few more times, struggling to grab onto the slippery appendage, before he got it out of the water. The corona was completely smooth and taught. Off the wet skin texture, Stone could see his own reflection on the cockhead. The bulb was the size of his fist and it seemed to go on forever until it met with the rest of the penis. Stone had to use both hands to keep the penis from sliding off again. He thought of hugging the meat but decided against it. He didn't want to startle the young alien. Meanwhile, Squeak just looked at him grinning playfully. Stone tried to suppress a laugh but he failed and both of them giggled.

“I'm sorry, but this is very impressive,” chucked Stone. He looked at Squeak and felt an urge to kiss him. The merman was beautiful and Stone wouldn't be much of a man if he couldn't admit to the fact that he was attracted to the young alien. “If only you could understand what I'm saying,” he sighed and lowered his head suddenly ashamed by the show of emotion.

Squeak lifted Stone's chin and looked into the human's eyes and for a split-second Stone felt a connection. Stone's eyes widened when he felt Squeak's fingers on his hard cock again. This time Squeak was doing more than just feeling the organ, this time his fingers were pushing back the foreskin and kneading his fleshy corona. The friction from Squeak's rubbery fingers rubbing his cockhead made him feverish.

Stone then felt a wave of archaic embarrassment. “I'm sorry Squeak, but that's all I've got,” he said looking at the merman's giant penis in his hands. “I don't think you'd like mine if you're used to something like this,” he added, chuckling a little. But Squeak didn't let go, he just continued to rub the commander's cock and staring into his eyes.

Stone turned red, he brought Squeak's penis closer to him and hugged it. He looked down at the big head bobbing about just below his chin and he kissed it. “This is what we do when we like someone,” said Stone without looking up. Then he stuck his tongue out and carefully lapped the bulb. As he did, the organ twitched against his body and Squeak let out a high-pitched squeal. Initially he was worried that he had frightened the alien somehow, but when the merman didn't push away he decided to try it again. As tip of his tongue grazed the round tight skin of the cockhead, it changed color – growing darker until it was almost a shade of blue. Stone licked it again, working around the fleshy bulb this time. The penis twitched again and a small hole opened up at the center of the corona and it started to widen. Stone looked into the gaping flesh and saw a milky substance rising from within. He quickly let go of the organ but this time it stayed above the water. The penis moved around the human like a snake, dancing just inches away from his face. For the first time Stone wondered if he had started something he might regret.

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.

This Side of Paradise - Part 7

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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.

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.

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This Side of Paradise - Part 4

“I did love you George, I guess I still do,” Holts said tracing Stone's nipple. “It was painful when you left, but I understood.” Holts fingertips circled the caked cum that was on his chest. “There was still a lot ahead of us, we were so young then.”

Stone didn't say anything. He closed his eyes and nuzzled closer to Holts, smelling his skin and triggering more memories of the past. For a brief second he regretted his decision sleeping with Holts, but that second passed quickly. This was the only place he felt truly comfortable, next to Greg Holts, in his arms. And he needed that. He needed the feeling of having someone take care of him, at least for the moment.

“Commander Stone.”

Greg Stone shook his head and cursed quietly. He had been daydreaming again. This almost never happen to him before. He was brought up to be unperturbed by emotions, unruffled by feelings. In fact, his father had taught him that feelings of any kind are a distraction. Later in life, as a cadet, he mastered the ability to put his mission first and everything else, second. Or at least he thought he had.

Stone turned to see Lieutenant Howie Nester running towards him. The young officer was out of breath and his flushed face showed a mixture of bewilderment and excitement.

“Calm down Nester,” Stone said standing up. “What is it?”

“You need to see this sir.”

Without saying another word Stone picked up his gear, checked his Onyx and followed Nester. They walked up a slope thick with foliage and after a few more paces Nester crouched down behind a bush and signaled to Stone to do the same. Nester parted the shrubs and Stone leaned in to look. Stone realized that they were at the edge of a hill and there was a good fifteen-foot drop beyond that. Below them were pieces of rock and some large boulders before reaching the sea. The ocean spanned on for a couple of kilometers ending at a beach in the distance. Stone looked at Nester quizzically and the lieutenant pointed. It took Stone a few seconds before he saw what it was that got Nester so excited.

Headed towards them, just below the surface of the water were three dark shapes swimming very fast. At first glace they looked to be almost gliding through the greenish liquid mass. And suddenly, they jumped out of waves, flipped and dived back into the sea. This reminded Stone of the long-extinct sea animals that lived in Earth's oceans. He remembered watching video footage of whales leaping in and out of water in almost the same way.

But what Stone saw didn't resemble whales at all. In fact, they were humanoid. As the three continued their jumping, Stone got a better look at them and his eyes widened.

“Mermaids?” Stone said looking over at the lieutenant, mirroring his amazement.

“Mer-men, more like.” said Nester smiling.

...

Captain Hunt walked into the conference room and noticed that everyone was already seated. Commander Holts and Lieutenant Commander Frask were chatting with their guests eagerly and they both stood when they saw the captain.

“Captain,” said the first officer gesturing to the four aliens at the table. “These are our guests the Yusei - Ambassador Bolak, his chief of staff Manduk and his aides.” Hunt nodded and smiled as he looked at every individual at the table.

“Captain Hunt, it is an honor to meet you,” said Bolak as Hunt sat down at the head of the table. “We used to be space explorers, and our culture is built on meeting new people.”

“Used to?” asked Hunt.

“Yes, but although we don't search the galaxy for friends anymore, it is always a pleasure to welcome visitors from distant worlds at our doorstep.”

“Diplomats, and politicians,” thought Hunt who remained smiling. “They can always avoid answering questions and make it seem as if they have.” He decided to let it drop. After all, this was their first meeting with the Yusei.

“And where is your home planet ambassador?”

“Jelai is the fifth planet from our sun,” said Bolak. “We travel our system constantly picking up what we need. In fact, there are two other habitable planets here. Commander Holts was telling us of your predicament and we would be honored to help you colonize one of these planets and make it your new home.” Hunt smiled. “I'm sure you're already considering Julan if you've sent down a survey team.”

“Hardly ambassador, we're merely doing some preliminary exploration,” said Hunt.

“Manduk was just telling us of their customs,” Holts said, changing the subject so as not to tell Bolak too much about their mission on the planet below. He poured himself and Manduk a glass of ale. “The Yusei have a tradition when they meet new people.”

“Yes, indeed we do,” said Manduk beaming from ear to ear. “It is our custom to prepare a feast for our guests, to show them our delicacies. And since our way of life is represented in our cuisine, sitting down for a meal with new friends will promote better understanding and stronger bonds.”

“How wonderful,” answered Hunt. At the corner of his eye he saw Holts leaning over trying to catch his eye.

“Yes, and captain, apparently their custom requires them to bring the meal and serve it at their new friends' premises,” Holts said emphasizing the last word and regretting using this as a topic change.

Hunt knew that security was a major concern for Holts. Allowing people to board the ship would represent some degree of risk, but Hunt felt that it would be worth it if it was just a matter of implementing a few more security measures. They desperately needed allies if they are going to find themselves a new home.

“Commander Holts will make the necessary preparations to see to that ,” said Hunt, ignoring the silent protest on Holts' face.

…

The three mermen that Stone and Nesper were observing were coming up on the boulders below them. As they pushed themselves up on the flat rocks that were half-submerged in water, Stone finally had a full view of the creatures.

They were very much like the mythical mermaids of Earth. Their upper bodies were reddish and well-muscled. And from Stone's vantage point, they seemed to be completely hairless with a smooth oily layer of skin that glistened under the sun. The lower parts of their body was a darker hue and the smooth skin continued on narrowing to a tail.

“They might be amphibious,” said Nesper as he took images and scanned the creatures with the Onyx on his wrist. “They seem to be coming up for the heat.”

“Can you tell body temp from here?” asked Stone. Nesper shook his head. “Then we'd need to get closer.”

“I wonder if they are sentient,” said Nesper reviewing the data on his Onyx. “Or more importantly, friendly.”

“I guess we'll find out,” Stone said and proceeded to carefully climb down the hill to the rocks below.

This Side of Paradise - Part 3

“Captain,” came Holts over the scarab.

“Go ahead,” said Hunt propping himself up in bed. This was the first time in the last few weeks that he had attempted to get some sleep. Longer still, since he made love to Tim.

“A ship has just entered sensor range sir.”

“Oh god, don't tell me, they are armed and ready to fire?”

“Negative sir, they are hailing us,” said Holts. “They appear to be friendly.”

“For now,” whispered Hunt as he reached over and stroked Tim's hair. Watching him sleep, Hunt often couldn't decide if he loved the boy as mentor or a lover. But he was fine threading both roles.

“How long before they are in full communications range?” asked Hunt.

“An hour sir.”

“Fine, get Frask to do a full systems check on our shields and defense just in case.”

“Acknowleged.”

...

Lieutenant Commander Harvey Frask watched as Lieutenant Scott Roppe walked into their quarters. Roppe knew that his husband would be waiting up and from his peripheral view he could see Frask sitting up in his bed eagerly. He smiled to himself. He wanted to make him wait.

“Oh come on, don't toy with me!” said Frask finally.

Roppe laughed and jumped into bed kissing Frask who took him into his big arms. “What do you wanna know?” asked Roppe giving Frask a little peck on the tip of his nose.

“Just tell me already, how was it?”

“You mean my session with Lieutenant Davis?”

“Yes!”

“You know that all Crew Contact sessions are private right?” teased Roppe as he pulled away far just far enough to look into Frask's eyes.

“Oh so we're doing that are we?” laughed Frask. “Then I'll just have to do my own investigation,” he said as he pulled Roppe to him again and held him tight. With one hand he slipped through the younger man's uniform and moved his fingers between Roppe's butt cheeks. Roppe yelped and laughed when he felt his husband's thick fingers up his anus.

“Oh wow, you're really wet,” said Frask feeling the copious amounts of semen leaking out his partner. “How many times did he come?”

“Just once, and that's all I'm saying about it.”

“Oh man, that's hot!” Frask said letting go of Roppe and standing up.

“I was hoping that there would be some jealousy at least!” Roppe said feigning annoyance. “After all, aren't I you man?”

They both giggled, then Roppe saw a glint in Frask's eyes.

“You are right, I should be jealous. In fact I should be furious!” he said and pulled Roppe off the bed. “I can't allow another man's seed inside my husband.” With that he threw Roppe onto the carpeted floor.

“Awww! That hurts, I'm not playing anymore. I'm taking a shower.”

“Oh no you're not.” Frask pulled the bottom off Roppe's uniform. “You're not going anywhere until I've dug out every last drop of the other man's cum outta your hot little ass!” He held Roppe's legs up and apart, and rubbed the freshly fucked anus with his fingers. “But I'm not gonna use my hands.”



Roppe liked it when Frask gets playful. Things around the ship had been too chaotic lately and the both of them needed more play time to just enjoy each other.

“Did you know that in the past, to secure dominance as the Alpha Male, a man had to make sure that his women get impregnated by him and him alone?” Frask said as he tapped his erection over Roppe's moist hole. “That's why the human penis is structured in such a way that it can, quite effectively, scrape out a rival's cum from inside his mate.” Frask inspected the raw and angry orifice. The fact that it had just been penetrated made his cock twitch with arousal. “It's all in the shape of the corona.” With that Frask pulled back his foreskin and pressed down his cock. With just a little push, his fat cockhead sank into the puckered anus, followed by the entire length of his rigid shaft. Frask shuddered when he felt how warm Roppe's ass was.

“Oh baby, your ass is burning up my cock,” he breathed. Then Frask hit the reservoir of cum inside. He smiled. “Pay dirt!” he whispered looking down at Roppe's beaming face. He lowered himself more between Roppe's wide welcoming legs and grinned when cum was forced out. Gently but firmly he pulled out, scrapping Roppe's insides with the edge of his plumb cockhead and taking with it the gooey liquid deposits of another man.

Frask rubbed his shaft with his thumb, brought it to his lips and sucked on the it. “Sweet,” he said and returned his cock into the depths of Roppe's snug ass. He quickened his pace, bringing up more and more of the leftover semen with every thrust.

“Oh yeah, clean me up baby,” sighed Roppe, ripping off the remnants of his uniform and holding out his arms across the floor to steady himself. His voice was shaky as his husband continued to tunnel on into him.

Frask loved the silky feeling of the residual cum-coating and he knew that it wouldn't be long before his cock would succumb to the delicious friction and blow its load. He started to sweat as his mind fought with his body. Then with the last shred of will power he pulled out of the warm embrace of Roppe's ass.

Roppe opened his eyes and looked quizzically at Frask. “Something wrong?”

“No.”

“Then what -”

Before Roppe could finish, Frask knelt between his thighs spreading them wider. Roppe felt his hamstrings strain as Frask bent over and kissed him. There was something almost primal about their kiss, rough even. Frask sucked on Roppe's tongue and drank his saliva hungrily. He positioned his cock with his free hand and it eased in. Breaking off their kiss, Frask caressed his lover's soft cheeks as he began to fuck him again. Both men moaned as they surrendered to their carnal lust. Frask held down Roppe's head as he punched on towards ejaculation. There was no reason for him to hold back anymore.



Roppe saw a wild look in Frask's eyes he didn't recognize, and that intrigued and excited him. “Punish me baby...” he moaned, feeling Frask's cock inflate inside him. “Finish it,” said Roppe enjoying the exhilaration of being fucked as his hair was being tugged.

“Finish it!” said Ropper, louder this time.

Frask squeezed his eyes shut as his body took over.

“Finish it!”

Frask yelled as spittle escaped his lips. His jaws clenched and his body tensed. Then with one forceful and satisfying jab, he released spray after spray of cum into Roppe.

Drained, Frask fell on top of Roppe who wrapped his hand and legs around his sweaty torso.

“Damn, who knew another man's cum would be such an aphrodisiac?” said Roppe.