This story is a work of fiction set in a future of war in space. Common phrases have been changed to try, to give the story a particular style and denote that whilst this is humanity, it is also not the humans or the world we know.
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Men to fuck in Space Part 2
Oska inhaled more of the Pregiehyde before gripping Yal's cock and pulling it back so he could warp his lips around the thick bulbous head. Sliding the cock into his mouth, it now felt like a long-time friend, so long had it been in his mouth. On all fours on the bed, Oska's head swam as he sucked and gobbled on the cock; Yal extended a casual hand with words of encouragement as Oska blew him.
Behind, Oska kneeling on a wet towel, was Jaron. He had pulled both lightly hairy cheeks apart and tongued the exposed hole. Oska moaned and groaned as the tongue ran up and down his opening. Jaron's nose rested at the top of the butt crack as he licked, tongued and grazed his light stubble against the soft edges of Oska's opening. Oska pushed back, trying to get Jaron's tongue into his hole as much as possible. The man's fingers dug into the side of the cheeks, leaving white marks where they pressed hard into his flesh. Something between a quiver and moan escaped Oska as Yal rested his hand on the side of his face and rubbed the cheek. At the same time, Jaron slapped a butt cheek, adding another noise to the room, which bounced off the bulkheads of the room. Yal grunted as Oska took all the cock into his mouth and stayed in place as long as possible, choking himself on the cock. Jaron popped his head up from his assault on the hole and looked at Yal as the gulping noise of Oska echoed in the space between them. Yal winked at Jaron and nodded. Oska felt the absence from behind and shook his butt, wanting the tongue back. Yal pushed Oska's chin up, lifting him up his shaft, allowing Oska to look up at the rippled muscular frame of Yal, and their eyes met.
"Don't worry. Something better is coming," he said. Behind Oska, Jaron placed his cock along the crack, and Oska moaned, his eyes glinting in pleasure before he continued to suck the cock in his mouth. Applying lube to his cock Jaron ran it up and down the crack, stopping at the entrance and letting the head rest at the entrance and teasing it in.
"Ahh", Oska protested around the cock as two lubed fingers dug into his hole suddenly.
Oska took the cock in his hand, adjusting to the presence of the fingers inside him. Moving backwards, he wanted to feel Jaron's knuckles. Indeed, he wanted the fat cock as well. Oska did not have to wait long. Yal held the capsule under Oska's nose again, and the man took two long deep intakes on each nostril, reverting back and forth. Halfway through the final inhaling, Jaron began to slide his cock into the anus. Oska moved forward slightly as Yal brought the capsule up to himself and took a hit. Oska opened his mouth, but no sound came out as his inners accommodated the thickness going deep into him. It felt as though it would never stop, and as the cock penetrated deeper, so the resistance could be felt despite the drugs. Oska moved a hand back to stop the invasion and found the top of Jaron's leg. The Marine stopped and held himself in place only an inch or so from being fully into the Engineer. One leg on the bed and the other foot on the deck, Jaron leaned over Oska, hands on the butt and lower back, his thumbs at the top of the man's crack.
"Urgh, Ah!" Oska groaned, getting used to the cock in his arse.
He had fucked with Marines before, but these two were on another level.
Jaron slowly pulled back. In these respects, he was a gentle giant who liked a good time but was not up for maliciously hurting Oska. It felt to Oska as though he was pulling out the bowls as well, along with his cock. Yal stroked the side of Oska's head, wiping away a tear which had formed. Oska still had hold of the rock-hard cock as he accepted the fate of the anal attack. Jaron let the head get to the entrance and moved back in. Yal shook his cock at Oska, who opened his mouth, accepting a cock in each of his holes. The drugs were racing through his body, and he began to sweat in the confined space as he sucked on the cock, his chest resting against the muscular leg of Yal, the man's foot occasionally slapping his cock and balls, eliciting a groan from Oska. Jaron was moving steadily but not too quickly in and out of the smaller man. He could fuck like a champion but knew the limits of a normal human. He wanted Oska to feel the joy of being fucked by two Battle Marines.
Looking down from his position, head resting on the thick foam pillow, Yal could see the defined form of Jaron, the broad shoulders and chest coated in hair. The man was a beast not as tall, broad or powerful as Yal. Jaron had a slice of his skin and muscle missing on the left arm from the claw of a Hornmanite. It cut through his chapter tattoo but lent Jaron a degree of awe. His bright pink nipples jutted hard out from under his light brown hair chest, which cascaded down and over the ripple of muscles each Battle Marine had. The fur ended in a thick wiry bush surrounding the pink cock, which slid in and out of the willing hole of Oska.
Yal's revelry over the younger Marine's physic was disturbed by the mouth leaving his cock, and a noise Oska made. Looking down, the man was biting his own hand as he squirmed and made a noise. Jaron smiled, and Yal realised Jaron had bottomed out inside the Engineer. All of his impressive cock was buried in Oska, and the man could feel the filling presence. This was good as room would need to be made for Yal, who was thicker than Jaron. There was another slap, and Jaron began to move back and forth. He picked up the pace as Oska squirmed from the assault. Jaron gripped hard, Yal could see the fingers indenting the skin as he pushed in and pulled out. Each inward thrust jolted Oska forward a little. Letting go of the cock in his hand Oska moved position and got up on his hands, balling the fists into the gel as he faced the onslaught into his gut. Yal sipped H2O and watched the scene before him as he gently stroked his cock. When Oska went to reach for his own cock Yal kicked away the hand and instead tapped the cock with his foot. This made Oska jolt and lost his balance; face-planting himself into the solid muscular leg, Jaron was pitched forward and slammed into Oska, making the man shriek.
"Are you ok?" Jaron said hurriedly as he repositioned himself.
"Just dandy!", Oska winced.
Yal, let out a chuckle at the debacle, removing himself from under Oska as the man repositioned himself.
Once back on all fours, Oska found himself at face level with the militant, throbbing cock of Yal. Putting his weight onto one hand as the rhythm of Jaron started up again, Oska wrapped his hand around the cock, the fingers barely touching as he took the head into his mouth. Yal shuffled forward to place Oska in the centre, unable to escape from between the two cocks. Jaron gripped tightly onto Oska's waist and pulled him back to meet his forward thrusts. Maximising the amount of his cock to be buried into him. Yal rested a hand on the back of the upturned head and was pushing Oska forward when Jaron pulled back. Stuck between the two men, Oska was in heaven as they fucked him. Both Marines could go for a long while. Oska knew their sexual prowess, a side effect of augmentation. Each thrust into Oska produced a new sensation as the cock seemed to move around as though it had its own intentions. More drool escaped Oska's mouth as he suckled on the cock. At that angle, there was a limit as to how much would be able to fit.
Both men left Oska at the same time, and he felt like a deflated souffle as Yal moved off the bed and swapped positions with Jaron.
"On your back", came the command from Yal.
Oska flipped himself over as Yal grabbed one leg extending its full length, and placed it up to his peck. Looking up at the man, Oska appreciated the huge form of the Battle Marine, bread to be tall, big, more muscular, stimulated by various chemicals and a training regime that would make any normal human die of exhaustion. It created an impeccable physic not seen naturally in the 'Verse. Each muscle was clearly defined; the veins on his arms throbbed as the blood flowed through. Whilst Oska was coated in a sheen of sweat, Yal was barely breaking one, his domed shaved head added to his menacing appearance, the scar tattoo of the chapter over his heart, a second tattoo of a long- running scripture down his left flank.
Jaron knelt down next to Oska and presented his cock, still glistening in the lube he used Oska took it in hand and stroked it, not yet wanting to put it in his mouth, his focus concentrated on the bigger man with his fatter cock. Jaron was a good fuck the cock was a hefty size, but unlike Yal's, Oska could get his hand around it. Holding one leg up as though it were but a stick, Yal looked down at the furry butt and squatting, he aimed his cock at the well-lubed hole.
"Wait!" Oska said in a panic,
Yal froze in an awkward position in a squat, his cock at the entrance. Oska reached around, trying to feel for the capsule, and Jaron reached over his cock, coming close and almost touching Oska's lips. He picked it up and dropped it onto Oska's chest. Popping the capsule open, Oska took two big deep inhales of the chemical, the warm sensation filling his head, blood and relaxing him. Looking into those dark eyes, Oska nodded, and Yal eased his cock into the hole.
The warm feeling of the chemical release flowed through Oska, and he took the cock in his hand into his mouth and began to suckle. He heard Jaron taking a hit from the capsule. Yal was fully inside Oska. It was thick and stretched his already open hole, but every part of Oska was alive and loving the fuck he was receiving from these two Gods of Men. Yal took two deep breaths through his nostrils from the open capsule, the familiar chemical further stimulating him, and he began to fuck Oska mouth.
Jaron held himself over Oska's face and, swinging his hips back and forth, fucking the man's throat. Yal had moved hands up and gripped Oska's wrist holding his as he punched his cock in and out of the willing hole; both Oska's legs rested limply on Yal's pecks as he was fucked. Noises of muffled ecstasy came to form Oska as he was assaulted at both ends. His cock would go rock hard and then soft as the man loved the sensation. He wanted to wank himself off but was denied this by Yal holding his wrists. This kept Oska in place as well as stopped him from playing too much with himself and Cumming. Jaron broke off and dropped onto the bed beside Oska. This gave Oska a break, and the man coughed and spat out saliva to one side as he lay there, shifting back and forth on the bed as he was hammer fucked by Yal. To the noise of flesh, slapping flesh was the rhythmic groans and grunts as Yal thumped into Oska. Yal's face was intent, and sweat was building up above his dark eyebrows. Looking down at Oska, Yal released a hand and ran it over the stomach flesh. Like most humans, whilst in good physic, he was soft. The muscles whilst there were not defined like a Marines. Jaron got off the bed, drank H2O, and watched the scene before him. His commanding officer's two legs resting on his body was hammering in and out of the Engineer beneath him. Yal was leaning more and more over the man making all kinds of noises between pain and pleasure; however, he was not asking the two men to stop. Leaning against the wall, he enjoyed watching the scene before him.
Oska threw his hand away from his cock, not wanting to cum yet, and laid it out to one side, making a gripping motion as he looked over at the Marine resting against the wall. He continued to make a noise as he was fucked.
"Uh, Uh, Uh", as the air was forced from his body by the thumps of Yal.
Jaron climbed back onto the bed and leaned over, kissing Oska pushing his tongue into the mouth of the man. Oska grabbed the cock which hung between the Marines' thighs and lightly tugged on it as the two men made out. Oska felt the pressure as Yal thrust deep into Oska and held his cock in there, pushing back on the legs as far as he could so they rested on Jaron's shoulder. Yal flexed his cock, making it move inside Oska's hole, and the man moaned loudly into the mouth of Jaron. Tapping Jaron on the back, Yal spoke.
"Your turn"
Jaron broke off the kiss and slid off the bed, Yal withdrew, and air escaped Oska's ass as the large cock retreated. Jaron caught the legs in one hand and rolled Oska onto his side, manipulating the legs to draw up to his chest as though he were a Ken doll. Once in position, he moved into position and crouched by the entrance to Oska pushed in.
"OOH Ahh!" came from Oska as his hole got used to another cock.
"Yeah?" Jaron asked.
"Slam him", Yal responded, and Oska nodded.
To Oska, it felt like Jaron was going full pelt into him as the man began recklessly fucking his hole. In the new position, the stimulation of his guy was different and felt more poignant. Oska winced once in a while as he was being fucked but still refused to give in to the protests. He felt the movement before looking up and seeing Yal looming over him. Jaron grabbed one leg and rolled it over to the other side of himself as Oska's body rolled with it, and he could take Yal's cock in his mouth. On his back, head tilted up at an angle in which Yal could slide his cock into the mouth as Jaron fucked deeply into the open hole.
Oska had to push back occasionally to be allowed to breathe, his body burning through oxygen quickly as he was being fucked. The fucking was intense, and Oska loved it despite his cock going limp from the pounding he was now receiving. His legs began to ache to be in such a position, and he extended them out to try to ward off cramps as the two men brought an onslaught onto him. As Yal leaned over and fed his cock to Oska, he looked down at the cock boring in and out of the willing hole. Yal felt the two hands on his hips and moved off and to one side. As Oska gasped for breath again, Jaron slowed a little, having been hammering into the man consistently for a while. Oska caught his breath and raised a hand to Jaron, who stopped feeling Oska's hand pressed against his damp skin and hairy belly.
"Break! Oska pleaded in a horse voice, and Jaron stopped halfway in.