It seemed to everyone on board that young Ensign Marty Plympton was always hungry for cock. Yet strangely enough he'd never allow anyone to go down on him, or for that matter have sex with him.
Marty was extremely cute, and most crew members would gladly spend the night with him. Yet all anyone could ever get during Crew Contact was an enthusiastic blowjob from the thirsty kid.
He'd fall to his knees, nuzzle the penis before him gently with his nose, rouse it to full erection with his lips and draw the organ into his mouth with his skillful tongue. And when Marty had drained the organ of its precious fluid, he stand up, pat the man on the back, smile and say, "Good job bro, see ya around."
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