This story is a work of fiction set in a future of war in space. All characters are my own creation, and although multiple sci-fi shows and games have inspired me, this is my own universe and creation. Sex is consensual; although rough, it is a work of fiction and should not be taken as inspiration for your own sexual interactions.
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Men to fuck in Space
Oska knelt between Jaron and Yal; their large cocks hung erect in the air before his face. Opening his mouth, he wrapped his mouth around the fat head of Yal, the dark meat entering his warm mouth. Yal cooed as the supplicant on his knees took his cock into his mouth; moving forward with his hips, he pushed his cock into the mouth, and Oska willingly took it in as the head pushed past his molars and into the flesh of Oska's cheek extending the elastic skin on the other side with the bulge of Yal's cock head.
"Yeah!" muttered Jaron.
As he lightly stoked his cock in the air and watched Oska taking the cock in his mouth.
"Suck his," Yal said.
Oska extracted his mouth from around Yal's fat cock, turned and popped the other cock in his mouth, the angle was better, and the head moved towards the back of his throat. Oska felt the cock head reach his tonsils and push past. The Urge to gag rose up in him, and he fought it off. He continued to suck on the cock. Oska raised a hand to hold the base of Jaron's cock as he sucked on it; his other hand held Yal's more for stability than anything sexual. Oska sucked on the cock in his mouth, a hand he was unsure of whose rested on the back of his head, and encouraged him to take more. Oska rose to the challenge moving up and forward to take the cock deeper into his mouth. Both men made affirmative noises as he did. The hand on the back of his head applied pressure indicating to move back onto Yal's cock.
Oska did this, a wet popping noise escaping as he came off one cock and onto another. Yal had moved his position and now stood over Oska's knee, and his cock slid perfectly into his mouth; from this angle, Oska could see that it was Yal who had a grip on the back of his head and the other hand joined, and Yal pushed forward, his hips coming closer to Oska's face as he pushed his cock into the throat of Oska. Gagging again on a cock in his throat Oska suppressed his urges to retch and continued to take the impressive cock. Holding the base of Yal's cock and having shifted his head to be square to his hips, Oska moved back and forth, sliding along the cock. Salvia coated the cock as it worked its way in and out of Oska's willing mouth. Yal gripped the head as Jaron leaned over and locked his lips with Yal. A large hand moved to the back of Yal and ran down the adapted spine. This caused Yal to fling his head back like a dog being scratched in the right place as he pushed his cock forward with a trusted deep into Oska's mouth. Oska could not hold the cock for too long in his mouth and throat as he felt the air begin to run out. His eyes watered; Oska pushed against the thick hips of the Marine, who pulled back; Oska coughed out a large glob of saliva. The salvia pooled on the floor. However, Oska had little time to recover his breath as Jaron pushed his cock forward, and as a devotee, Oska moved forward and took the cock into his mouth.
Jaron's cock was not as fat as Yal's; however, it still filled the space between Oska's jaws as he sucked and slobbered on the cock. He felt the hand on the back of his head and knew it to be Yal. Looking up at the two giant men's forms towering over him, he saw the soldiers locked in a kiss as a firm hand pushed his head deeper onto the cock in his mouth. Oska held the base and moved his head back and forth, twisting slightly to add a dimension to the blowjob he gave Jaron. The big man moaned as Oska looked up, water obscuring his vision slightly, but still, he saw the large fingers of Yal pinch the large pink nipples of Jaron through the thick mat of hair.
"YEAAAHHH!" Jaron semi-screamed.
Thrusting his hips back and forth into Oska's mouth as Yal pinched one, then the next nipple. Moving around behind Oska, his cock slapping the side of his face Yal reached over the man, knelt between the two men, and took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger. Jaron let out another appreciative Yeah as Yal clamped down and pulled on the nipples. Yal's cock hung next to Oska's face rubbing his ear as he sucked on Jaron's meaty member.
Jaron locked his hands on either side of Oska's head, and the man removed his hand from the base of Jaron's cock as the thick meat twitched; Oska breathed in through his nostrils as Jaron pulled the head into his crotch and pushed forward with his cock. The cock head pushed past the sphincter at the entrance to the throat and into the pipe; Oska was staring at the flesh and hair of Jaron's pubic region. He felt the legs of Yal at his back and the man's cock pressed against the flesh of Jaron. Oska coughed and spluttered, trying to breathe around the cock as Jaron and Yal locked him in place. From his position, Oska was unable to see the nod from Jaron as Yal took half a step back, and Oska slid off the cock. His lungs welcoming the air flooding in, Oska let out a rasped breath of relief around the cock head in his mouth. Looking up, an impish smile across his face, still with a cock in his mouth, Oska went back to sucking back and forth on Jaron.
Oska felt the large hands of Yal on his shoulder, and he looked behind him as he moved back on the cock, and Yal waved his own cock in the man's face. It was hard to manoeuvre between the two men. However, Oska spun round with the space he had and sat on his, but he looked up as Yal pointed his fat thick cock into his mouth. Oska's own cock was rock hard as Jaron sat on the bed to watch whilst stroking his cock. Yal placed a bare foot on the hard cock of Oska. Pushing it down to the floor and like a flip bin, Oska opened his mouth to receive the cock into his mouth. Yal pointed down into the mouth before him and slid in, the back of the throat having been worked by Jaron already Yal did not stop sliding when he felt resistance. Still, with his other hand firmly gripping the top of Oska's head, he slid in further down the smaller man's gullet, his foot applying more pressure to the cock beneath it, pushing it into the metal deck. Oska tried to breathe through his nose as the cock invaded his throat. It felt as though it was moving down beyond his neck as Oska looked up at Yal, who had a face of both concentration and sexual desire.
"Good lad," he said in his deep baritone voice.
Oska nodded, causing a wave of pleasure to ripple over Yal as the base of his cock reached the pretty lips of Oska. The airflow cut off, Oska had trouble breathing again, and soon Yal pulled back as slowly as he entered. Releasing the cock from the mouth, Oska leant forward as the ball of saliva and something from deeper within his body came up and out as he coughed and tried to breathe in; the sensation of nearly dying on a cock by asphyxiation had him harder than ever. Oska leant back and looked up at Yal.
"Again", Oska rasped.
Yal moved forward, and Oska grabbed the cock into his mouth. Resting his hand on top of Oska's face, Yal moved his cock back in. he was faster this time, and Oska moved forward, trying to get more into his mouth. Sliding up and down on the cock, his hand on the base, making it long strokes as his lips moved back and forth. Yal would flip his foot up and down, bouncing the stiff member off the deck. Oska would push forward, his eyes watering at the cock invading his throat before retching off, catching his breath and going again. Yal tried to pick up speed, but Oska would try to slow the big man down with his hand or put up a hand of protest. Yal could have broken his wrists and fucked the man's throat until he died, but neither wanted that. The power imbalance between the two Marines and the Engineer was voluntary.
Every time Yal began to pick up the pace, Oska would have to break off; the man on the floor wanted it; there were just limits he could not willingly go beyond.
With a gesture from his commander Jaron moved off the bed where he had sat back and watched Oska trying to accept a face fucking from Yal. He scooted in behind him, a foot and a bit taller than him; he wrapped his strong muscular arms around Oska and placed his shoulder at the back of the neck. Yal held Oska's head and tilted it up to look at him. Staring up into the deep brown eyes of Yal, Oska nodded. It was the silent consent willing the Marine to do his worst. The head next to his chuckled, and Oska realised he could not move his arms from below the elbow as Jaron gripped him tight.
"There is pregiehyde in the draw", Oska said.
Yal moved over to the small side draw and, opening it came back with a capsule of pregiehyde in one hand.
"Sure", Yal Asked.
The chemical was powerful. Oska nodded, breaking off the top Yal held it under one of Oska's nostrils, and the man inhaled, then the next, and Oska inhaled deeply. Yal made a gesture as in if he could take a hit, and Oska nodded. The toxins rolled up his nostrils and filled his head as Yal snorted the fumes of the pregiehyde.
Yal placed his cock at the entrance to Oska's mouth, and the man opened up as wide as he could. "Deep breath," Yal said, and Oska complied.
Yal thrust his cock into the mouth, knocking the tonsils to one side. Oska felt the change in pace, and his body willed him to flee; his cock and heart overruled the sense as the Marine held his head with both hands thrust in and out of the mouth. There was no semblance of Oska sucking Yal as the man just used his mouth and throat as a fuck shote. Oska tried to cough on an outward stroke, but before he could, Yal was pushing back in; the ball of liquid coming up from within was pushed back, causing a spasm as his stomach retched and finding another route, the saliva shot out of Oska's nose. Yal Broke off and stepped back; Jaron released Oska, who fell forward and coughed up more, adding to the pile on the floor. Oska leaned back into Jaron. His head was swimming from the Pregiehyde and the joy of the forced face fucking. Oska felt the warm hand of Jaron stroking his back. As Oska corrected himself, he leaned back into the hard body of Jaron. Yal offered Oska a bottle of H2O, and Oska drank deeply.
Oska was sweating from every pour the room's temperature was rising as Jaron stroked the man's damp cock, which had a slick coating of what he had just expelled. Yal his head, enjoying the pleasant buzz of the drug, a derivative of the combat drug the Marines used when in battle. Watched as the man beneath him leaned against Jaron and got his breath back. His chest heaved out and in as he calmed down.
"Again!" Oska said in a hoarse voice of lust.
"Get your breath back, don't want you asphyxiating," Yal said, and Jaron laughed.
Having drunk more water and regained control, Oska grabbed Jaron's left arm; the thick bicep tensed to his touch, and Oska felt the deep scar before pulling the arm towards the front of himself. Jaron Wrapped his arms around Oska and placed his head with a good view to watch his commander fuck the face of Oska. Yal stepped up and pushed into the mouth and throat again. Oska willingly accepted the long thick meat; his jaw did not ache like before as he accepted the onslaught of his throat by the big Marine.
"Take it like that", declared Jaron next to Oska.
Fluid drawled from Oska's mouth and ran down his body as Yal continued to fuck the man's face. His climax was building as Jaron nibbled on Oska's ear and held him in place; the head of Oska taking knocks, Yal pistoned in and out of his mouth. Yal pushed all his cock deep into Oska and held it in place. Oska's eyes leaked tears as he coughed around the cock, his head swam with the energy and lust in the room; he tried to grab at the leg of Yal but was held in place by Jaron, who moved forward his shoulder, stopping Oska from moving back any further. Oska tried to move from side to side as the two hands held him in a vice grip. Yal pulled back and out of Oska in time as the man fell forward a second time, still held by Jaron as he coughed and spat out the fluid from his mouth. Yal threw himself onto the gel bed as Oska regained his composure.