Date: Fri, 18 Nov 2011 18:27:04 -0800 (PST) From: niftystoryteller Subject: To the End of Space, Chapter Four Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of consensual sex between adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such materials, or if it is illegal to read them in your jurisdiction, then read no further. If you have any feedback, feel free to drop me a line at niftystoryteller@yahoo.com. _______________________________________________________________________ After breakfast, Kellen glanced at his clickpiece and saw that he could still potentially intersect with the not-very-subtle checkpoint guard at the aqua center. I reminded him not to forget his workout session, and then we agreed to meet up for the late-cycle meal. Watching him depart, I could see that he had a bit more swagger in his step than before. Fucking the Commander must bring out something new in a cadet. Certainly heads turned as he strode by, though that might have been due to his decision to wear only the breeches from his uni, and no pouch. If he kept that up, I'd need to take a number if I hoped to get a crack at his ass. Following my own admonition, I went to the gym for a workout. It felt good to pump up, and I thought I might find someone to scratch that itch that was already making itself known. Gods, I think sex is my main mission when I'm on rejuv. Maybe my only mission. No one at the gym caught my eye, though, so I decided to go cruise the new technology display center. Space Force likes to give us grunts a taste of the toys they're planning to roll out in the field, and it's always eye opening. Plus, I like the stud geeks who hang out there. Civvies think Scouts are a bunch of rockheads, but some of us have brains that are every bit as big as our tools. Both come in pretty handy in a tight spot. I caught a robocart over to the display hall and was soon wandering the aisles, taking it all in. One display in particular caught my eye, a mock-up of the next generation Scout Expeditionary Vehicle. SEVs are a class of small, fast, maneuverable ships, designed to drop a single unit into a hot spot and get it back out before anyone notices. My own unit had done a couple of those missions, and I was keen to see what the improvements were. The guy standing next to me noticed my interest in the sleek model. "She's a beauty, isn't she?" he remarked. "Yeah, not as bare bones as the last model." "I didn't think you Scouts cared about creature comforts." "Well, I've heard that's what you pilots think." I was pretty sure he was a pilot. Short, lean, and wiry, that's the way they're all built. I guess it's so they can keep the cockpits small. Or maybe it just compensates for their big egos. He laughed, showing his even white teeth, which contrasted with his golden-brown complexion. "I always want all of my passengers to be comfortable." He held out his hand. "Nik. Nik Bron." I accepted the handshake, which was good and firm, and his dark eyes held my gaze. Always a good sign. "So, what do you pilot?" I asked. "Cruiser class or bigger?" "Actually, I fly for a test program. We do it all. Cruisers, assault ships, recon, whatever you've got. Right now, I'm breaking in a new small transport. Fastest thing I've ever flown. Real sweet. I'm doing an all Beta cruise, station to station. I'm supposed to meet up with the engineer in charge of development here. He wants a debrief before I take it back out. I think he just wants an excuse to play with the boys." "I can think of worse meeting spots. Beta stations are sure as hell better than the shitholes I see out in the field." He laughed. "Yeah, I come in a couple of days early at each stop, to catch the scene. Beta-10 is my favorite so far." Talking to Nik, I decided that perhaps I'd been too hard on pilots. Or maybe test pilots are just a different breed. He seemed very easygoing. Not showing much skin, so I could only gauge his body through his uni, but he was definitely good looking. Judging from the dark seventeen cycle shadow on his cheeks and the black fur on his forearms, I figured he was pretty hairy. I wondered if he shaved his body like the other pilots I had messed around with. "So, you want to go get something to eat?" I asked. "Mid-cycle's just about here, and I passed a sookah bar on my way in. They usually have good food." "I'd like to, but I told Asker I'd meet him here. Not sure if he has my geolocater address. Ah, but there he is." He pointed to a civvie who was approaching. Asker Wiley, engineer extraordinaire. He was just about the opposite of Nik. Tall, golden blond hair, strappingly muscular. The only thing they shared was golden brown skin. Nik could thank his genes, but Asker owed his to the sun, artificial or real. After introductions were made, Nik floated my suggestion of the sookah bar. Asker quickly agreed. "Hell yeah! I haven't been to one of those in a hundred cycles. And three dicks is perfect." After a short walk, we pushed through the heavy door that cordoned off the exotic world of the sookah. It took my eyes a couple of centiclicks to adjust to the darkness. Aside from some mood lighting, most of the illumination came from the sookahs that sat on each occupied table. Clear, crystalline bulbs shimmered with fiery illumination, powered by the sensations generated by the men that they serviced. The host showed us to a free table in the back, giving us a nice view of all the action. Our servicer appeared quickly. "Just the three of you for sookah?" "Yes, and bring us a round of food and drinks, too," I replied. "So when's the last time you did this?" Asker released the fastener that attached his tunic to his breeches and folded both back. Curly golden hair covered his tan legs and melded with the denser triangular patch that padded the base of his belly. His plump, uncut cock rested comfortably on his fist-sized sack of balls. Based on their size, I would have bet on him in any cum-shooting contest. He could surely produce enough to hose down his smooth torso. Nik smiled sheepishly. "Well, I was on Beta-3 just five cycles ago. They've got a real nice sookah joint." I snorted. "Yeah, he's really been on a hardship tour." I watched as Nik peeled back his uniform. Not bad. Unlike the other pilots I'd encountered, he was satisfied with just a trim, leaving a neat covering of clipped dark hair on his torso, transitioning to slightly longer pubes. The tamed pelt seemed to accentuate the definition of his lean muscles. His cut cock, already hard and ready for action, curved upward like a dark-skinned scimitar. He was clearly a horny little devil, even if his walnut-shaped balls weren't as big as Asker's. At that point the server showed up with our sookah, and I pulled off my pouch, exposing my own equipment. He placed the device itself in the center of the table, while a helper served us drinks and food. "This is our special aphrodisiac punch," the server said. "A secret recipe." As we sipped our drinks, he attached three kah wands to the central cylinder and activated the unit. A very faint glow emanated from the large crystal globe that protruded from the top. "Who would like to be first?" he asked. "I always defer to a man in uniform," Asker gestured in my direction. "What about a man out of uniform?" I joked, nodding my assent to the server. "I appreciate the gesture." The server, whose nametag identified him as Basto, knelt down next to me and began to suck on my rapidly hardening dick, preparing it for sheathing. He was probably no more than 20 circuits old, but he was clearly very experienced. And pretty sexy, too, if you like them that young. Chestnut brown hair, fine features, flushed cheeks, and nice cock-sucking lips. I bet that he scored some pretty good tips. It didn't take him long to prepare me for the kah wand, which he guided over my erection. It was an awesome feeling. The whole idea of sookah is that it keeps you right on the edge of orgasm, while simultaneously transmitting the sensations from all of the other cocks plugged into the same device directly into your nervous system. I agreed with Asker. It's fun to do it with another bud, but two others is about perfect. Anything more and it all just blends together. Way better to be able to pick each individual cock out of the feed. Nik was next. I think both Asker and I enjoyed watching Basto work his red lips and tongue over the upward-curved prick, which was topped by a helmut-shaped head. Clearly enjoying the attention, Nik spread his legs wide and gave Basto free reign to prep him for the kah wand. It's always a little jarring when the other guy's cock comes on line. You're sitting there, minding your own business, enjoying your own wand's precisely calibrated jacking action, and then, bam, there's another cock crowding into your brain. Fuckin' A! The only thing better than enjoying one Scout cock is enjoying two. Or three. And based on the signal that I was getting from Nik, a pilot cock wasn't half bad, either. By this point Asker was hard as a rock from watching us, so he probably could have dispensed with the pre-sheathing service, but he clearly wanted the full treatment. "Just top me off," he said, guiding Basto's face into his crotch. His foreskin had been pretty loose when he was soft, but that changed as his erection reared up and out. The tightening skin also had the effect of pulling his balls into position and making them even more prominent. Gods, his rigid tool would give Kellen a run for his money. It might not have been as long, but it was one of the thickest I'd seen. Basto was quite a trooper, but I think he was glad when a respectable amount of time had passed, and he could sheath that fucker. The sensation was very different from Nik's signal, which was focused right around the head. Asker had a very sensitive shaft, and the electric impulses seemed to emanate as much from inside as on the surface. With all three of us plugged in, the crystal globe glowed nicely, tracking the ebb and flow of our stimulation. Watching the dance of colors and comparing to the signals I was receiving, I deduced that Nik's signal was in the red part of the spectrum, Asker was orange, and I was yellow. As one of us would get closer to the point of orgasm, the intensity of our color would grow, but the kah wand knew to back off right before the point of release, and then the focus would shift to someone else. "Fuck, this is great," Asker said. "You service guys have some nice cocks." Neither Nik nor I could argue with that, but we assured Asker he was second to none. Most of the men in my unit would sure as hell have given their left testicle to have a dick like his in the unit. We really didn't even try to have a normal conversation while we were on the sookah. Somehow that just never works. Instead, it's very conducive to a detailed description of your 10 favorite fucks, or the best blowjob you've ever had, or the most depraved hazing ritual ever performed at cadet school. Somehow the state of politics in the Galactic Republic or the latest developments in quantum physics just never seem to come up. Sookah really is the perfect rejuv activity. Yet it's also a very intimate thing, to experience what someone else is feeling. Normally I only do the sookah with buddies, comrades, guys for whom I'd lay my life on the line. At the time I didn't know that Nik and Asker would become part of that club, and maybe they wouldn't have if we hadn't shared that very pleasant couple of clicks. But we did, and they did. "How're you guys doing over here," Basto finally asked, clearly eager to turn the table. Our near climaxes were coming faster and faster at that point, and the crystal globe pulsed with sexual energy. We were ready. One small adjustment on the sookah was all it took, like releasing the brake on a runaway robotransport, and we were on our way. When you're having sex, you don't always know exactly when your orgasm is going to creep up on you. After two clicks on the sookah, you know it isn't far away. Aware that the other two were feeling everything I was, the desire to blow a grade-A Scout load was intense. As I watched the two of them grooving on their wands, as I felt it, I thought about getting fucked by Kellen that morning, about sharing those twins with Roban, about the first time I'd fucked another cadet in zero-G, about how Asker's fat cock would look pumping into Nik's dark hole, about the time Roban and I worked over our tactical instructor from both ends, about how I had watched my XO piss all over a particularly mouthy new recruit before fucking him to show him who was the bad-ass boss, and finally about cumming just a couple of clicks earlier with Kellen buried deep in my ass. "Uhhhhh, fuck," I grunted, yellow light brightening into a brilliant flash, followed in short order by orange and red. The three of us rode our mutual orgasm for what felt like an eternity, but it was actually no more than a couple of centiclicks. Asker was the first to speak when we came down. "Men, that was fucking awesome. I'll take a replay anytime." Neither Nik nor I could disagree with that. As we were being unhooked, Asker proposed that Nik and I come over to his quarters that evening, to pick up where we left off. "I've got this big Company suite, might as well use it. Bring some friends if you like." He looked down at Basto, who was working to extricate Asker's cock from the kah wand. "If you're not working, you should come by, too." It was settled. The night promised excitement. To say that it delivered would be an understatement. It just wasn't exactly the way any of us expected.