To the End of Space: Chapter Five
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Asker's suite was awesome. I guess that's the civvie life for you. The lounge area alone was as big as the quarters that Kellen and I shared. There was probably enough room for my whole unit, all thirty-one of us. Down a passage, I saw an equally spacious bedchamber. But the best part was the view. Rather than being up in the main vault of the station, this high-end guesthouse thrust out into space. Large viewpanes offered an amazing vista of stars and busy space traffic, which darted in and out of the nearby hangar bay. A glimpse out of a measly porthole always amazes me. This view blew me away.
Asker had ordered in enough food and drinks to provision an army, though we numbered only nine. I had invited Roban and Kellen to join, and they in turn had alerted Vin and Trevi, Nik, and Bux Holman, Kellen's new favorite guard. The two of them had apparently enjoyed a good time at the aqua center and were game for a rematch, especially if there were some other players on the field. Asker didn't seem to mind that we had taken the liberty of adding to his guest list. Basto was the last to arrive, and I was actually surprised that he had acted on Asker's invitation. Yet despite his comparative youth, he circulated easily among us, and I found myself wondering why he was settling for life as a server in a sookah bar. He seemed to have more on the ball than that.
We were quite a cross section of the Republic. Nine guys, eight different home worlds. Only Vin and Trevi shared a planet of birth, and, for them as twins, it couldn't have been any other way. The seven of us who were in one of the services all seemed to have followed different paths to get where we ended up. Social misfit, heir to family tradition, champion ass-kicker, adventure seeker, and patriots all. Fortunately, unlike typical civvies, neither Asker nor Basto begged us to tell stories of our exploits, so that they could vicariously enjoy some cheap thrills. I can't speak for pilots or the Intelligence Corps, but, despite our bravado, we Scouts play it pretty close to the vest. Our ethos is to get the job done and keep it to ourselves. You could tell your tales to your closest buddies, the ones you love best, but you wouldn't share the stories with just anyone. All of us had lost comrades in battle. Telling their stories, of how they lived and died, to men who didn't love them the way we did, well, it's not the Scout way. It's just not done.
As we ate and drank, zones of mutual attraction began to form. Kellen and Nik commandeered a twin apiece, Roban was a sucker for Basto's lean and youthful good looks, and Asker and Bux fell into deep conversation near one of the viewpanes. They made a striking pair, roughly evenly matched physically, but a contrast of blond and dark hair. As they talked, Bux casually reached down to remove his pouch, releasing his stout member from its confines. It quickly rose to the occasion, eliminating any possible doubts about whether the dimensions of his equipment matched his brick shit-house physique. An average sized prick would have looked tiny on his massive frame, but one glance his way confirmed that he could dominate any situation, sticky or otherwise.
"You guys enjoying the view?" I asked.''
Asker looked over at Bux. "I bet he could put it to shame with a flex."
Bux laughed and showed us his guns. "You really think so?"
His body and the view were equally impressive, though in a different way. I asked him why he hadn't enlisted in the Scouts, and had opted for the Security Force instead.
"I did, but never got out of basic. Just wasn't my kind of discipline."
I was going to explore that, but right then Asker loosened his own garments and tossed them aside.
"Host's prerogative," he said with a wink, before leaning over to give Bux's broad shoulders a squeeze and pulling him closer. The two of them started to kiss, and I did my part to help by reaching in to unfasten the remaining parts of Bux's uniform, enabling the rest of his body to come into view.
Squatting down, I jacked my own cock as I watched them grind their rigid pricks together. The swordplay made for a great show, but I didn't wait too long before leaning in to get a taste of both pieces of meat. Working back and forth between them, I methodically brought each right up to the edge before switching. Having just been hooked up to Asker's cock at the sookah bar, I probably had a better understanding of what would get him going, but Bux provided plenty of real-time telemetry as I chowed down on his veiny piece.
"Fuck yeah," he growled as he thrust into my mouth. With him, the challenge was his thickness. Fuck, the first thing that crossed my mind was what it would feel like churning my guts. Glancing over at Kellen, who was already balls-deep in one of the twins, I wondered if he had experienced it. Something about Bux's swagger told me that he probably didn't give his own ass up too easily, though it did happen a time or two as the evening wore on.
It wouldn't be true to say that the nine of us tried every possible combination, in every possible position, but I can honestly say that nobody got left out of anything that they wanted to accomplish. Bux eventually did fuck me, taking a turn after Asker had opened me up with his perfect dick. Gods, he does have the handsomest piece of meat I have ever seen. At one point he and I took turns spearing Nik's dark hole, which gave me the opportunity to see it in action. No doubt he made Nik squirm, but I should point out that our horny little pilot didn't actually shoot his load until I was long-dicking him. Score another point for the Scouts!
The orgy ended with everybody ganging up on Basto. Fucking, sucking, riding, licking, kissing, rubbing, we did it all to him, and everybody got off one last time in the process. Trevi had his twin brother shoot a load on Basto's cock, providing the lubrication for a fast fuck, which he enjoyed while watching Bux, Nik, and Kellen make their deposits into our young friend's open mouth. That left Asker, Roban, and me to finish the job with a stout fucking of his tight ass. Asker went first, doggie-style, followed by my hung buddy Roban, who chose the good old-fashioned missionary position. Although Basto was fully adult, and appeared to have some experience under his belt, I still hoped that he could appreciate the tutoring he was getting from these two older and more seasoned fuckers. I knew that Roban had pumped hundreds of asses in his day, and I had little doubt that Asker had done the same. Their experience was something to be passed on.
When my turn finally came, I decided to lie back and have Asker and Roban hoist Basto up and over my rigid prong. Gods, it felt like slicing into hot velvet as they pistoned him up and down on my spike. Not only was Basto's ass full of who-knew-how-many loads of cum, he was also hard as a rock and leaking like a sieve. It was just about the hottest fuck I could remember, and I was grateful when he started squirting so that I could let go and add my spunk to the juices that were seeping out of his ass and down over my balls.
At least temporarily spent, we took turns peeling off in twos and threes to go shower in Asker's marble-lined bath, and we revisited the food and drink. There was the occasional tug on another's cock, and I affectionately sucked Roban for a bit, out of friendship and camaraderie more than anything else, but the lusty fires had burned down a bit. I suppose that we would have eventually gotten up for another round, had not everything changed. But it did.
The heavy cruisers appeared in the field of stars.
They locked their weapons on the station.
They commenced firing.
Amid the fire and smoke, Nik led us to his ship.
We strapped in.
And we jumped away just as the station's shields crashed.
A few minutes longer, and the nine of us would have joined the other 5000 souls who in that instant made the passage to eternity. But fate had chosen a different path for us. A different destiny for us. And that is the rest of the story.