THE NEW EARTH - 2
Copyright 2007 by Carl Mason
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CHAPTER 2
(Revisiting Chapter 1)
At the close of the short exercise in showing the interest of the top brass in their men, Marshal Alexios turned to General Patterson and noted that his Cadet Adjutant was ill. Were he willing, he wondered if Justin Lawrence might serve him through noon tomorrow. Justin, of course, was ecstatic, especially when a tour of the Tacian flagship, the Star Cruiser Orestes, and an opportunity to meet young Tacians were mentioned. Though without his dress uniform, the Marshall smilingly promised him appropriate dress when they reach the Orestes. Until then his camouflage fatigues would do. The Marshal spoke with Lieutenant Farnsworth for a second, the sergeant checked the young man's readiness, and they were off. Later asked by a colleague why he approved the Marshal's request, Lieutenant Farnsworth snorted that even less than generals, lieutenants to do not oppose the requests of field marshals. Besides, he said, the young man would return only slightly the worse for the wear and having additional knowledge of the real world. Part of his education...
(Continuing Our Story: The Orestes)
As they traveled in the Field Marshal's personal air car from the Common to the massive Tacian mooring and service platform several miles beyond the ruins of Logan International Airport. What remained of the hair on the back of Justin Lawrence's tightly shaved neck was standing straight up as the approached the structure that hovered high above the waters of Massachusetts Bay. Given the Tacian involvement in Terran affairs, it was second in size only to the one near the Terran capital, the thoroughly reconstructed city of Frankfurt am Main in what had been Germany before the Canmuton subjugation. (Washington, D.C., and New York City has been hit with multiple casmitic weapons and would be uninhabitable for centuries.) Space craft of every size and purpose were docking at and departing the platform. The largest, of course, was the great Star Cruiser Orestes, the flagship of the Tacian fleet. It dwarfed even the enormous freighters that carried materials for the reconstruction of cities on the northern Atlantic Coast.
The handsome young soldier's eyes were glued to the windows of the air car; the Field Marshal's were generally glued on him. Alexios had worked with too many people and too many situations during his long career not to recognize the personal and professional promise of the tall, dark-haired, magnificently-built eighteen year-old who sat opposite him. In truth, he WAS the new Earth. Hence, the interest of the Field Marshal, who would probably be appointed (the chiefly honorary) President of the Tacian Alliance when he retired, went considerably beyond a momentary dalliance... however exquisite the young Terran. On solid, personal relationships were strong alliances built, alliances that profited all concerned!
Far too soon to satisfy Justin's fascination, the little air car entered and came to a stop like a floating feather in a tiny private dock near the starship's command center. Quickly walking around to the Marshal's door, his marine-driver opened it and saluted as Alexios and the boy exited. They strode into the ship through hatches manned by saluting marines, presented their IDs for a completely perfunctory inspection, and entered a transportation system, the likes of which Justin had never seen. The Marshal punched a few keys and they were off...at high speed. Though it looked like an elevator, it surely wasn't that, for it not only went up and down, but also appeared to travel horizontally. Further, it appeared that the metal door opened where you had directed it to - in this case, after perhaps three minutes, in the foyer of the Field Marshal's spacious quarters!
Alexios informally showed him his room with a connecting bathroom and told him to return to the living area when he had freshened up. Within minutes, Justin returned to his host who was busy on a communication device. Motioning for Justin to be seated (next to a table on which he found an excellent beer and some great snacks). Finally, with a sigh of irritation, he turned from the communicator and further appraised his guest. "Demands over which I have little control force me to make some minor changes in our schedule, Justin, but no matter. It will all turn out the same in the end. Nevertheless, I would have you help me set up a field simulation for our cadets this evening rather than early this afternoon. The Lieutenant did say you were an electronic genius!" Justin shook his head negatively and grinned bashfully. "No matter," Alexios said, "it will be enough if you are intelligent - and I already know you are far more than that. Our 'cadets', by the way, are 18 and 19 year-olds who are just beginning their formal military service. It's just that in the Tacian service, they don't take their formal oath of lifetime service until the beginning of their twentieth year. In any case, if we move the schedule around, you might like to go to the Cadet Mess Hall [dining room] for lunch with some young men your own age. They're all Tacians - and quite a handful... They could also give you your first tour of the Orestes after lunch - probably somewhat different than the one I'll give you later on. There is one problem: Our cadets are not uniformed during the two years prior to taking the oath. You may dress and enjoy a good lunch here in my apartment while I complete my obligations elsewhere or you may strip and go with them. The choice is completely yours." "With your permission, sir, I shall join the cadets for lunch and a tour of the ship," Justin answered promptly. "Very well, young Terran. In that case, you will want to clean up thoroughly. I think you will find everything you'll need in your bathroom. By the way, if you want to try something new, there are some small blue pills on the sink. Two of them will clean you out inside within a very few minutes with no discomfort whatsoever. You then take one of the large yellow pills for the best lubrication I have ever experienced." Grinning, he added that he suspected they lubed him up to his Adam's apple! "If we have missed something, just let me know and I'll have it delivered this afternoon. There are hangers for your fatigues in the bedroom closet and drawers in the chest. Now scoot while I arrange for your new friends to stop by and take you to lunch. Also I need to begin gathering materials for my meetings."
Justin had never been in a fine hotel. In the first place, no one in his family could afford it. In the second, most of them had been destroyed in the subjugation and never rebuilt, at least for the use of Terrans. Hence, he had never seen anything like the room in which he found himself after he had stripped and left his clothing and boots in the bedroom closet. He felt like a little kid in a proverbial candy shop! The scale gave him more information on his physical condition in seconds that had been collected in his Army induction physical. One glance at the mirrored walls and he went hard as steel! Man, he had put on some weight since he left home - and it all seemed to be muscle. Also, he could swear that he was a little taller, pretty close to six feet even. Cupping his balls and pulling on them a little, he stretched and checked out a body into which he had put a lot of work. Front...both sides... "OH, WOW!" Little Justin let him know that he hadn't gone hard for nuthin'. Wonder what these Tacian guys were like... Oh, man, he was on top of the world! Realizing that he was hot...and really needed some...he took those two blue pills and, after an unbelievably short time and the least hassle imaginable, the big yellow one. No fuss, no muss... God, he felt great! He then stepped into a shower that just about washed him. A little better than a cold stream when on maneuvers... He even washed his dark brown hair - really the only hair on his body if you didn't count a little over his long, still swollen cock. Stepping out onto the tiled floor, the youngster took a large towel off the heated rack. Wondering if Earth had any starships like these, he dried thoroughly, hung the towel over the shower door, and returned to the living area where he quietly knocked on the doorframe.
"Sir, would you like to be alone so you can get your work done?" he asked shyly. "No, young Terran, I'll be leaving shortly after you do. Come on in and get comfortable!" the Field Marshall called from his desk. "The cadets will be along within minutes - unless they want to miss lunch. And that's one mistake they never make!" Suddenly, he got a full view of Justin and gasped despite himself. "Lord God," he breathed. "Look at you!"
Before him stood as beautiful a young man as he had ever seen - and he was an intergalactic connoisseur. As he got up from the desk and moved towards the boy, Justin knelt on one knee, his eyes lowered, his arms extended down and out, his palms held open towards the Marshal in a position of supplication. "You are a great lord, sir, a far greater lord than I had even believed," he murmured. "I am honored to be in your home. I am your servant, yours to command." Impatiently, Alexios put his hands under the boy's arm pits and hoisted him to his feet in one smooth movement. As awed by the Marshal's unexpected strength as by the magnificence of his surroundings, Justin stood with bowed head, trembling slightly. "No, my young Terran; you are neither servant nor slave. Stop prattling those lines that you have been forced to learn under the boots of lesser men. You are a proud soldier in a common cause. You will serve as my adjutant as soon as I can convince several of my officers to stop sniveling and do their work!" With that, he put a finger under Justin's chin and raised his head until they were staring into each other's eyes. "Do you understand, ADJUTANT?" "Yes, SIR," the lad said firmly, snapping to attention. "Now in the few minutes we have before your contemporaries arrive, let me look at you."
Stepping back two strides, he beheld a handsome youth with dark brown hair cut in military style and a pair of eyes that looked out at the world with obvious curiosity and intelligence. The youngster was a good four inches taller than the average Tacian and considerably heavier and more muscled. His broad shoulders and arms bulged with smooth muscle. Impossibly clear skin, well tanned, was stretched tightly over his heavy muscular and skeletal framework. Solid, well-defined pecs crowned a broad torso whose abdominal muscles and powerful lower stomach were worthy of the gods. A prominent Apollo's girdle, a gracefully curved band of cartilage, separated his upper from his lower body. A long, thick penis, no darker than the surrounding flesh, hung youthfully over a flowing scrotum. In its depths were cradled two heavy balls, just visible below the large, partially exposed rose-colored glans that already showed a drop of moisture at its peak. Long, muscled legs completed the picture of a warrior of the Classic Age. In the Terran fashion, little hair was to be seen on his body below his eyes.
"Turn towards your right, raising your arms against the post," the Marshal directed, his throat dry and tight. From this position, the boy's heavy arm and shoulder muscles, as well as the proud thrust of his chest and his prominent lateral muscles were even more gloriously displayed. The Marshal had all he could do to resist resting his hand on the rounded buttocks that flowed seamlessly into powerful legs. It was just as well that he did, for suddenly a loud knock disturbed the breathless silence. "Relax, soldier - and, again, welcome to my home," Alexios murmured.
Walking slowly - almost reluctantly - to the door, Alexios opened the portal and greeted the four young Tacians who waited respectfully just beyond. After they had greeted their host and entered, the Marshal introduced the first boy, Damian, to Justin. He, in turn, introduced his cabinmates: Tycho, Eros ("Watch him; he's let his name go to his head!"), and Tarshi (the largest of the four and a bit rough in both appearance and manner). All were the Tacian equivalent of 18 years old. For a long minute, they just stared at each other. Whatever his questions, Justin was just happy to finally meet the legendary Tacians, especially Tacians of his own age. The Tacian boys, on the other hand, were dumbstruck! Slightly built, they averaged 5'4" or so. (Reputedly the second tallest cadet on board, Tarshi was only 5'7"!) Due to adolescent hormonal imbalances, their skin was a rather strange light blue in color. Eros was even darker. Given that they were all still adolescents, it was their genitals that commanded the greatest attention. Whereas the external appearance of their genitals was roughly similar, the equipment of the blue-skinned foursome was, perhaps, half the size of the average Terran - and considerably less than that compared with the richly endowed Justin. Their mouths slightly open, they looked at each other somewhat...helplessly. With a slight chuckle, reminding them that the Cadet Mess would soon close, Alexios returned them to consciousness and got them on their way.
For what seemed to be an eternity, the naked fivesome scrambled through different color-coded hatchways, climbed up and down ladders, and tried to stay out of the way of others who always seemed to outrank them and would snarl ferociously at them for no visible reason. Whenever a Tacian stopped long enough to notice Justin, the procession would halt and his guides had to explain what he was and why he was on their ship. While the explanation was being given, of course, Justin would be closely, albeit visually, examined. In brief, he was a showstopper everywhere he went.
Eventually, they reached the Cadet Mess, a large and relatively noisy compartment in which several hundred naked young men were busy chowing down. As they went through the chow line, piling food on large trays, Damian explained that Tacians ate very little meat. That made the surprise even more delightful when one of the cooks handed Justin a tray that contained a mammoth, beautifully grilled steak. ("We always keep a few on board for carnivores!" Tycho chortled.) He collected a few fresh vegetables, obviously American, and an apple to complete his meal. As they made their way to a table over on the side of the mess hall, silence suddenly descended on the room. Everyone had spotted Justin! Damian simply yelled out that everyone needed to meet their new friend and fellow cadet, the Terran Justin Lawrence. A great howl of welcome went up from the young men who also banged various things on the metal tables. All through the meal, boys would come over to the table at which they sat, say hello, and wish Justin well. According to Damian, every cadet officer in the hall stopped by and shook his hand. (Well, the Tacians didn't shake hands. Rather they grasped each other's forearms. Works just as well...) He seemed quite proud of his shipmates.
After they had finished lunch and policed their table, Damian asked Justin if he would like to see their quarters. Given his enthusiastic acceptance, they were off again. Entering a rather small, overly warm compartment on "D" deck (probably the noisiest and hottest on the ship), Justin found two relatively small double bunk beds with a small metal table between that folded up against the bulkhead when not in use. The fourth wall showed a limited number of drawers, a compact built-in medicine cabinet and mirror, a door that led to a small closet, and the door to the corridor. Still, however humble, it was theirs and they clearly welcomed a couple of hours where they were relatively free of duties. Eros dug around under his bunk and came up with two bottles of a beer that he pronounced the very best on Tacia. "We can share," he grunted, handing one bottle to Justin and slapping his bunk by way of inviting their guest to relax. As a matter of fact, other than being warm, it was damned good and Justin really enjoyed it as he sprawled on Eros' bunk. They laughed and joked for a while until, at one point, Tarshi groaned and asked Damian to work a kink out of his neck. As Tarshi sat on Damian's bed, moaning in pleasure, Eros ran his hand up Justin's back and began massaging his heavy shoulders. "We could have some fun, you know," he murmured, "but we don't have to if it's not your thing. You'll still be our friend, no matter how it goes." Justin simply grinned, turned towards Eros who lay close, and kissed him while running his hand over the young cadet's sturdy blue thigh. "Wait just one second," Eros moaned, stood up and, with the help of his buddies, got his mattress down on the space between the bunks. Sprawled on the mattress, Justin felt multiple lips and hands exploring his body as they had obviously wanted to since meeting in the Marshal's cabin. His proud torso, his prominent genitals, and his inner thighs received a thorough exploration, which he returned with mounting passion.
After a few minutes, Eros whispered in his ear, asking him if he enjoyed being rimmed. "Oh, yeah!" the young Terran laughed and accepted the help of his hosts in turning over and getting into a good position. The truth was that Justin had been rimmed before (a couple of his buddies were experts), but he had never been serviced as he was now. God knows how many of the youngsters sucked on his anus that was still moist and pliable from the earlier lubrication! (That yellow pill really did the job, he remembered thinking.) He knew only that he could feel himself opening up in record time! And then, of course, it began...the slow insertion and exploration of a tongue. Now moaning in heat, the Terran urged it on. Suddenly, he realized that the tongue wasn't stopping. Damn! Nobody had a tongue that long! When it reached his prostate, there was another surprise. The tongue didn't simply bump the gland, as enjoyable as that would have been. Rather, as he began to writhe on the mattress, it felt... and this was very difficult to describe...it felt as if the tongue inside him had lips and its own tiny tongue! God being his witness, it began to lick his prostate gland and sensually stroke it. Within seconds, a high-pitched scream broke from Justin's lips and his body, in full rut, thrust upwards on his arms! He remembered looking back down the underside of his body and seeing his obscenely swollen cock. The fiery red skin looked paper thin and completely translucent as it fought to contain the flesh that pulsed with increasing ferocity. As a monumental orgasm hit him and he spun into unconsciousness, he sensed that his body was being turned over onto his back. When he came to, all four boys were licking up the substantial amount of cum that covered a large part of his body. "Wow..." he giggled groggily. "Wow, yourself!" Eros exclaimed. "We've got to know more Earthmen!"
Before another minute passed, the still stunned young Terran saw Tarshi push Eros aside and flip him back over onto his stomach. Justin heard him growl at them, "Let a real Tacian show you how to do it!" With that, it began anew...the tongue entering the open anus and slowly snaking up the canal until it reached the prostate. A light nudge to the gland caused an aroused Justin to gasp and hold on for what he thought was coming next. He was wrong. The tongue continued its upward journey...into his very guts...pausing now and then, evidently to taste the area through which it was moving. Tarshi appeared drunk, moving his head back and forth, mumbling about how it tasted even better than an Earthman's cum. Into the stomach... somehow into a vein that pressed on past various organs until it reached the heart itself... Slowly it entered. Justin's head suddenly rose and he let out a violent cry of pain followed by writhing and then...quiet. "Tarshi, you idiot!" Damien shouted. "Didn't you stay awake in Comparative Anatomy? They're not built like us! Don't you know that you've entered the pump that supplies blood to an Earthman's whole body. If blocked, the person dies! Get your damned tongue out of there...now!" After some signs of effort, the frightened Tacian blubbered that he couldn't move it and froze. With a curse, Damien slapped a button on the wall of the room, resulting in a loud clanging throughout that part of the ship. A team of medics had Justin on his way to the infirmary almost immediately.
The young lad awoke in a comfortable bed, the Field Marshal sitting by his side. "Wha..." he muttered as he came to. "Not to worry," Marshal Alexios said encouragingly. "You're in the finest hospital presently on this planet. You've had a most successful operation and all's well."
"They cut me open?" the frightened lad whispered. Taking a mirror, the Marshal showed Justin a tiny spot on his chest. Tacian surgeons are experts in microsurgery, my young friend. Their instruments entered your body through that small wound and repaired minor damage to your heart. You're going to be fine in a couple of days. We've already asked permission of your officers for you to remain on the ship until you are ready to return to duty."
Still in a state of confusion and fear, Justin asked about his new friends. "Don't worry about that," Alexios stated firmly. They are already in the ship's brig. Tarshi will go before a court-martial and could face serious penalties before receiving a dishonorable discharge; his fellow cadets will be immediately cashiered from the Tacian Armed Forces." "Oh, no, Field Marshal...please! I was just as involved as they," whimpered a shocked young Terran. Thinking back over his courses, he asked, "Do the Tacian Armed Forces have a custom anything like ours that says that a foreign visitor may request amnesty for his host's nationals when on a formal visit?" "We may," replied Alexios, "but I doubt that it would apply in this case. If it did, it would demand the approval of the ship's senior officers. We might even have to wait for approval from Tacia. We shall see. Rest easy now, Justin. Everything's going to work out."
Within twenty-four hours, the Tacian government had not only approved the amnesty for their four cadets, but ordered the Captain of the Orestes publicly to praise Justin as a "model of concern for one's allies". The Captain and the Field Marshal actually met over a drink and shook their heads, wishing that all potentially messy situations could be cleared up so simply!
Seen off by his grateful young friends and many new ones, Justin soon returned to his duties. His Adjutant service with Marshal Alexios would have to await another day. He did wonder about the skill of Tacian surgeons. If they were that good, shouldn't it be possible to transplant one of those tongues into his mouth...at least one long enough to reach the prostate? Maybe that's what he should have requested!
(To Be Continued)