To the End of Space: Chapter Three
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Floating, tumbling, turning, gazing at the stars. They seemed close enough to touch, even though I knew they were unfathomably distant, and indescribably beautiful. I saw clouds of dust, illuminated from within. Jets of gauzy plasma that could swallow a planet. Binary stars, locked in a lover's embrace, feeding off of each other. I should have been frightened by my isolation, my aloneness, in the cold vacuum of space, but somehow I felt warm and enveloped, protected and guarded, completely safe and free.
So pleasant was my dream, I tried to will myself back to sleep when I tiptoed across the threshold into the waking world. Such an attempt is rarely successful, but this time, at least, the feelings of wonder and warmth and completeness persisted. Gradually, as more faculties came on-line, I realized that the feelings were not completely a dream, that they were in fact rooted in the here and now. The warm presence curled around me was real. And that was puzzling, because I was pretty certain I had gone to bed alone, after a night of debauchery.
Uncurling from my fetal position, I rolled onto my back, pushing my unexpected companion away so that I could get a good look at him. Kellen. He stretched like a cat without even opening his eyes, and laced his fingers together behind his head, still dozing.
"Mmmfklz," he rumbled deep in his throat.
Surprised to find him there, I studied him for a bit. It was strange that he wasn't in his own bunk, but maybe he was just too accustomed to being packed in like a sardine in cadet quarters. Maybe he just didn't like sleeping alone. Maybe he was too drunk when he got in to realize that he had flopped down on my bunk. Maybe he hadn't had his fill of male companionship and came in search of more. Any spaceport in a solar storm.
The only thing I knew for sure was that he had found time for that haircut he needed. Under someone's practiced clippers, his unruly mane had been transformed into a classic Scout look. Short sides and back, curly golden brown locks on top. It looked good. He looked good. He smelled good. Young. Strong. Male. I leaned over to get a whiff of his right pit. The aroma made me want a taste. He shivered a bit when the tip of my tongue made contact with his sensitive skin. Even though he didn't open his eyes, he did smile.
"Mmmm, tickles."
I nipped around there for a bit before migrating down to his chest. I wondered if his light dusting of fur would fill in and thicken when he was older. Mine had. His was short and wiry, a mix of gold and brown, a little denser around his dark nipples. They jutted out like rubber erasers, hard to the touch. I wondered what he felt when I strummed them with my calloused fingers, or when I sucked on them. I took my time, exploring territory I'd seen but never visited. I had been his CO for a year, but he hadn't yet made it into my rotation of sex partners in the unit. It's a tricky thing. Every Scout needs release on deployment, and the unit Commander is no exception. But not every grunt should be in the CO's rotation, especially when the grunt is just breaking in. It occurred to me that, just maybe, this explained why Kellen had chosen to come into my bunk the night before. Maybe he had decided he was ready.
Looking up at his face, I saw that he had opened his eyes.
"Morning, soldier," I said.
"G'morning."
"You have a good night?"
He nodded. I don't know if it was the memory of whatever he had done or my roaming fingers, but the sheet had risen like a tent held up by a single pole. I lifted the edge to get a peek. Gods, he had a nice cock. Just seeing it, my mouth started to water, and I experienced that sensation of the bottom falling out of my stomach. His own excitement had caused the fleshy cowl of his foreskin to partially retract, exposing the flushed head. I reached down and grasped the base of his shaft with two fingers, steadying it, and gently tugging the skin just enough to cause the taut bulb to pop completely free. Its smooth, dark red surface glistened, and it contrasted with the paler veiny skin of his shaft. With my free hand I smeared the leaking fluid over and down his pole, lubricating it, and he took a deep breath.
Rotating into position, I paused, inhaling the ripe aroma. Despite its heavy mass, Kellen's cock stood proudly erect, and I nuzzled around, causing it to bob back and forth. I could feel a quiver under my tongue as I began to lick and chew and nip. It tasted delicious, especially after I took it deep into my mouth. As I sucked, I tugged at his heavy balls and massaged his legs, expanding my terrain of exploration. Unlike the previous day, when the simple urgency of my need to ejaculate had driven me faster and harder, today I was patient, savoring all that a Scout in his prime could offer.
Not content to be passive, Kellen shifted his position so that he was under me, his face below my crotch. I glanced down to watch him tongue my tool, which floated over his lips. I'm not as big as he is, but there was no way he could have considered himself deprived. Opening wide, he gently captured my balls with his mouth, before moving on to the compact prow-like glans. Some guys are endowed with a bulbous battering ram at the end of their tools; I sported a low-profile probe that prepared the path for invasion by the thick shaft. Bigger than most, smaller than some, I sure as hell haven't heard any complaints that it can't get the job done.
We locked ourselves together in mutual oral exploration, first with me on top, then him, and then side-by-side, legs open wide. Gods, it was unbelievable to look down and see him burying his handsome face in my crotch. The only thing better was the feeling. Either he was a natural, or the other guys in the unit had instructed him well. No wonder they were upset that I had brought him with me. Greedy bastards wanted him for themselves.
Roaming around, his hands came to rest on my ass.
"You're still plugged," he observed.
He was right. For some reason I hadn't gotten around to taking it out, even though the doc's suggested time had come and gone. I guess I had been distracted by other activities. Grasping it between his thumb and index finger, he withdrew the device, creating a feeling of emptiness. He rolled me onto my hands and knees so that he could inspect my hole.
"How's it look?"
"Fit and ready. But I'd better do some recon." He leaned in to get a closer look, and I could feel his breath, steady and strong. I involuntarily clenched, hoping that what I expected would, in fact, happen. And so it did, as he leaned in and used his tongue to trace a circle around my pucker.
"Mmmmm," he growled as he wiggled his tongue in. Every hair on my body stood on end, and I could feel a deep flush spreading across my chest, even as goose bumps broke out everywhere else. Reaching back with both hands, I opened my crack wider, hoping that somehow this would enable the wiggling invader to penetrate deeper. Glancing at the mirror on the wall, I saw that he was jacking his cock while he rimmed me. Oh, Gods, that had better mean that he's planning to fuck me, I thought to myself. Even though I was his Commander, I wanted him to take charge of me, for his pleasure and mine. I wanted him to command our two-man unit, put me where he wanted me, take care of all the needs he could see I had, and then drive on to achieve his goal.
In reality, I guess I wanted to see what kind of officer he would be. Would he hesitate, or would he have the courage of his convictions? I got my answer soon enough. Given his age, I thought that he would probably just take me in that four-on-the-floor position and pound it in, like any other junior cadet would do. But that expectation gave him insufficient credit for maturity. Straightening up, he pushed me down and onto my back. Hooking my calves over his shoulders, he slipped a pillow under my butt and drove forward, resting his lips on mine, his cock on mine. Even though he was completely supporting his own weight, as evidenced by the bulge of his triceps, I was acutely aware of his mass. It wasn't gravity that attracted me to him, but it very well could have been. His body, his physical presence, truly put him in command.
His invasion began at both ends. Tongue and cock each began to probe, looking for undefended territory, a chink in the armor. Not that there were many defenders. They were retreating fast, racing to the tips of my fingers and toes, leaving a trail of sparks that lit me from inside. If I had been any less horny, it might have been more of a challenge to take him in, but fortunately my craving had intensified to the point where I really had no choice but to satisfy it. And he took it slow, probably understanding that his size required a degree of care. At least the first time. I wondered if I would ever get to the point where I could take it to the hilt in one stroke. By Gods, I was going to fucking try to learn.
Back and forth, in and out, he worked at it. The membrane that lined my canal oozed a slick fluid that coated his cock. That must have been one of the improvements. I could see it glistening on his tool as he withdrew on each stroke. Reaching down, I transferred some of the sticky substance from him to me and began to jack myself, which helped me to relax and accommodate the invasion. It took awhile, but finally he was buried completely inside of me. He paused for a bit so that we could each savor the feeling. He was completely encased; I was completely filled. We were each completely satisfied with the situation.
"I never knew commanders' asses were so tight," he whispered in my ear as he nuzzled.
"I never knew cadets were so hung," I replied.
We fucked in that position for a while, but he was a bit like a kid in a candy shop, and he wanted to try everything, every position. From behind, on our sides, straddling him as he sat in a chair, suspended up against the wall with my legs hooked over his arms. And finally, him on his back with me on top, rocking back and forth. Both in charge, both dictating speed and depth, both exploring each other's sweaty bodies. A merger of equals. Scouts forever.
"You about ready?" I finally asked.
He nodded, his blue eyes sparkling, and I increased my pace to match his thrusts. While he jerked my cock, I tweaked his nipples and reached around to cup his balls. I couldn't see them, but in my mind's eye they were swollen to a giant size, ready to shoot a geyser. I looked down at my own, and they had retracted into a solid package as they prepared to discharge.
"Oooooh," he groaned. "Oooooooh."
He had been holding back his release for what no doubt felt like an eternity. Now that the gate had been opened, he was just going to let loose. Rather than trying to meet his thrusts, I rocked forward a bit, giving him the room he needed to execute his battle plan. I started to shake as I felt the spasms begin, deep in my guts, emanating outward from the point of deepest penetration, pulsing along my canal, lighting a fuse deep in my balls.
I couldn't hold back. "Ohhhh, fuck, ohhhh, yeah." The initial contractions were so hard that they almost hurt, yet they only produced a bare dribble of cum. Then came the deeper, stronger pulses of orgasm. Thick jets of sperm rocketed out, leaving a ropy trail across his torso, and a spray of droplets across his face and into his curly hair.
The smell and taste of my cum must have been like a trigger for him. He began to buck wildly, trying to bury himself deeper inside of me. I swear I could feel him pulsing, growing even larger, filling me even more. When the moment finally came, he whipped his head from side to side, gritting teeth, but not in pain. It was complete pleasure, a thing of masculine beauty. Just fucking awesome.
We lay there for a while, not saying anything, just being. Together. That's how deep camaraderie is born. Scout camaraderie. Without that, we wouldn't be able to get out of the jams we find ourselves in. Without that, space would be too fucking lonely.