“Captain, I will prefer to get my men ready for a first wave of attack.” Melanko lit another cigarette, took a drag of it and allowed the smoke to escape his lips as he spoke.
“I appreciate your enthusiasm colonel but I'm not taking any unnecessary risks. We will send in a drone, as we discussed and once we know what we're up against, we'll reexamine that tactical strategy.”
Melanko was about to protest when Hunt held up his hand. “We don't have a lot of time, let's get moving.”
…
Beads of sweat covered Murel's muscular back. When the beads grew too heavy, they trickled down his bare skin. He perspiration was not localized to just his back. The moisture that covered his body speckled making well-toned torso glisten with every move. But the movements that were not his own. Not exactly. Not really.
Ensign Tim Li's knees kicked his thighs further apart and the muscle strain was evident as the sinews under his skin grew visibly taut. But the young ensign was persistent. His expressionless face did not reflect the rage his firm penis exhibited. Murel moved and Tim's cock slipped out, the boy firmly grasp his organ on its base, point its head towards the sore anus and guide it in again. Once the full head had won over the resistance of the weakened anal ring, Tim drove in the entire length of his organ before withdrawing it a little and plunging it in again. This rocking motion was consistent and unrelenting, but as with Murel, Tim's movements were also not his.
The friction agitated Murel's angry anus. Tim parted the generous buttocks so that he could get more of his cock into the man beneath him. His pace quickened and it reached a point where Tim was just himself against Murel's butt in rapid thrusts and quick shallow stabs.
Private Allanah Jennings watched helplessly outside the energy barrier. Standing next to her was Commander Neil Tesper who bit down on his lower lip, fascinated and worried for the two men.
Tim's body looked so small against Murel's herculean frame and watching Tim overpower the bigger, stronger man was arousing. Murel seemed to be at the boy's mercy, his buttocks arched high in full submission to the ensign. Tesper felt the onset of a little stirring between his legs but he ignored it.
The dents on Tim's butt cheeks deepened as he drove in his cock one last time and deposited his seed in the depths of Murel. He closed his eyes when his body recovered from the ejaculation. When he opened them again, the cloud lifted.
For a few seconds Tim looked around confused, he then saw his cock still plugged into Murel and he panicked. He quickly pulled himself off. Murel was looking back at him with cleared eyes. Neither of them spoke for a few moments. Realizing what had happened Murel scrambled to get up and tried to get away from Tim as fast as he could. In his panic he kicked Tim in the knees and the boy fell over. He didn't stop to help, he didn't turn to look back.
“Oh my god, what have I done?” cried Tim when he found Tesper kneeling next to him. He put his head into Tesper's arms and the older man cradled him. And then the boy cried, softly at first but soon turned into loud sobs. From the corner of his eye he saw Allanah go to Murel. This is not going to end well, thought Tesper.
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