Conversion - Part 17

Commander George Stone ran, the ship never seemed so big and his destination, just four decks below, never seemed so far away. He didn't look back, he didn't need to, he could hear his men behind him trying keeping up. At best he could he tried to avoid crew members on the walkway but he had bumped into a few of them as he and twenty security men rushed the narrow corridors. The hatches and the ladders between decks were the only obstacles that slowed them down. He jumped through most of them, ignoring the burn on his hands as he slid down the ladders. He was thankful that they were going down instead of up.

Stone heard his heart pounding and his breath gushing through his flared nostrils when he finally reached Lieutenant Halfort in front of a cargo bay. The young blonde officer looked nervous and was visibly relieved when he saw Stone and his men.

“Report.” Stone tried to even his breathing.

“This, sir. It just happened,” Halfort pointed.

Inside the bay was a globe of bright mist. Stone powered up his onyx and before he took another step he gestured to his team and they promptly readied their energy riffles and the blasters on their onyx.

Stone was the first through the door followed by his men. The mist hovered in the middle of the room, silent and seemingly benign. The only movement came from the long wispy tails that extended from the main cloud.

“Cirrus uncinus,” whispered Halfort.

“What?”

“Mare's tail sir, it's a cloud formation... sorry.”

Stone ignored the lieutenant and returned his attention to the ball of illuminated mist. He had to admit, it did remind him of a cloud on a windy day, that is, if clouds hovered a foot from the ground. As he got closer, the tails seem to react to his proximity and they retracted a little, but only for an instant. Then they resumed stretching out, encroaching farther until some of the tails left the room and floated onto the walkway.

Stone signaled again and his men surrounded the room, weapons drawn and trained on the plume. He scanned with his onyx to get a reading of its composition. He wasn't surprised when it showed the same energy signature as the realm on the other side of the T'aal threshold. This had to be a doorway of some sort to the other side, thought Stone. Are they planning an invasion? Should he take a chance and walk through it? He took a step.

“Sir?” cautioned Halfort.

“Hold your position,” Stone said without looking back.

He was going to do it, he was going to risk it and walk into the cloud and everyone in the room knew this. Then something stopped him in his tracks.

Indistinct shapes from within the cloud started to take form. Something was trying to come through from the other side.

…

Carter Colfax felt a surge of heat from within him, the build-up ignited his lust, his yearning and his body responded accordingly. Even with the amount of phlegm bubbling in his throat, his mouth felt dry. He licked his lips. 

His hardened penis pointed out and his balls clung to his perineum wrapped tight inside his sack. He couldn't remember the last time he had wanted to fuck someone so badly. Perhaps it was because he had a naked young man staring back at him so longingly. Perhaps it was how beautiful Private Nick Nelson looked, something he had just noticed and starting to appreciate. Perhaps it was because he was going to be the first person to introduce this young private to a world of sex and intimacy. An intimacy only a man can give another.

He firmed up his stance behind the boy and massaged his perfectly round butt. He spread the firm cheeks and with his thumb, he rubbed the virgin hole. He loved how the anus responded to his touch, that wonderfully puckered sphincter, unshaven, was so incredibly inviting.

“Sir?” Nelson asked, probably wondering why nothing had happened. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no,” Colfax smiled. “I just want to enjoy this moment. It's not often I get someone so new, so... unblemished.” He winked at the boy. Then he licked his lips again.

The lieutenant rubbed his cockhead between the crevice, smearing a trail of precum from the boy's coccyx to the top of his anus. Nelson backed up with anticipation at the touch, begging to be plugged. Colfax played with the twitching anus with the tip of his cock head and watched it clench and relax under the stimulation. With the underside of the cockhead flat against the orifice, he firmly pressed down. He relished the sensation of Nelson's surrendering anus that was about to allow him unhindered entry. Colfax resisted the impulse to just ram his organ in one smooth stroke. But it wasn't easy to fight the urge. He sank it in just a little and withdrew before his corona was fully embedded. He then pushed more of his precum into the tight rosebud with his penis, moistening it and preparing it. The boy flinched then moaned – nervous and wanting at the same time.

Colfax spat on his palm and wiped it on his dickhead. With his free hand he fingered the agitated hole, all the while enjoying the sensation of it's muscles pinching his finger.

“Lieutenant Colfax, come in.”

Colfax heard it, but it took him a few seconds to realize that it wasn't an invitation from Nelson. The voice came through the comm panel on his wall.

“Lieutenant Colfax, respond.”

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.