Date: Sun, 18 Jun 2023 17:00:07 +0000
From: Guy <smileyg2@proton.me>
Subject: Aldorian Moon: Chapter 5

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After getting back to the Apollo from the conference on Dagabbia, the
home planet of the federation that the space station orbited, I entered
my unit very late at night to see Daro sound asleep in our bed, while
Harry snored quietly on the couch.

Removing all of my clothes, I carefully crawled into our bunk next to my
boy. Trying not to disturb him, I slowly slid under the covers, spooning
him from behind as I gently kissed his supple neck, thinking about how
much I had missed him over the last week.

Right as I was settling into the bunk, I felt a small area of dampness
underneath my hip. Having awakened in the middle of the night to Daro
masturbating on previous occasions, I didn't think much of it. Figuring
he had just been horny and missing me, as well as missing my dick, I
didn't pay much attention to the cool, wet spot beneath me and went to
sleep.

****

The next morning, Harry and I were down at the loading dock, working on
the inner components of the shuttle. Since Daro didn't like being with
an android babysitter when we went on drops, he usually hung out with
Steg, the loading dock manager, playing video games and checkers with him
in his office.

Steg was a giant, humanoid being from Dagabbia. Though he looked like a
frightening figure, standing almost seven feet tall, with dark blue skin,
a muscular physique that would put a power lifter to shame, and pale gray
eyes that resembled a wolf's eyes, he was also very much a big teddy
bear; a teddy bear who had once been an assassin for the federation. His
codename had been Goliath.

As Harry made adjustments to one of the electrical circuits in the back
of the shuttle, I was up in the ship's cockpit, working on recalibrating
the navigation system. "Hey Harry, did you ever find that socket wrench
that I was looking for last-"

Swiveling my flight chair around, I immediately spotted a small area of
dried liquid on the floor underneath the console. Crouching down to take
a closer look, I realized that the stains were of both a white and clear
substance that looked like someone had attempted to clean up. As I
continued staring at the smeared substance on the floor of the shuttle, I
began to realize that the stains looked like bodily fluids.

Suddenly, I flashed back to the wet spot on the bunk that Daro and I
shared. When I had been making our bed this morning, I had noticed the
same kind of stains, both white and clear, on the dark sheet. As I began
putting two and two together, I instantly felt a seething, hot, anger
begin to bubble up inside me.

Looking to the back of the shuttle, grimacing, I glanced up at where
Harry was standing. Suddenly losing all control, I stood up from the
pilot seat to quickly begin moving in his direction. Approaching Harry as
my temper started to flare, I saw him begin to slowly walk towards me,
not paying attention as he looked down at his communicator.

"Naw, dude, I never-"

Putting my left foot forward, I pulled my right arm back. Balling my hand
into a fist, I quickly swung my arm forward again, watching as it swiftly
connected to the front of Harry's face. Seeing him fall backwards, I
watched him land on his back as his communicator jumped out of his hands,
hitting the floor with a thud.

"YOU COULDN'T WAIT TIL I WAS GONE SO YOU COULD FUCK HIM, COULD YOU?!"

Sitting up, Harry wiped away the blood dripping from his nostril. As I
watched the expression on his face change from shock into realization, I
readied myself for his retaliation. Though Harry was usually a sensible,
easy going guy, I knew he was too proud to back down from a fight once
he'd been punched.

Dusting his ass off as he rose up from the floor, Harry acted
surprisingly calm. "Guess I fuckin deserved that."

"Yeah, you fuckin did!" I said with a sneer.

"Don't suppose you wanna talk about it?"

"Nope. I don't." I responded, curtly.

"So, we're doin this?"

"We're doin this!"

As Harry raised his fists in front of his face, we began to fight. Being
we were both soldiers for the federation, and had been highly trained in
hand to hand combat, for about the next five minutes, my co-pilot and I
tried as hard as we could to crack each other's skulls. Exchanging blows
in the confines of the shuttle, we hammered at each others bodies with
our fists and used our legs as battering rams as we proceeded to kick box
one another into the walls.

Tackling me by my waist, Harry pushed me toward the hatch as we violently
rolled out of the shuttle, tumbling down the loading ramp to land onto
the dock floor. While continuing to roll around on the ground, forcefully
striking each other about the stomach, chest and face, a group of other
pilots and dock workers had formed a circle around us, hollering at us to
either fight harder or to stop fighting all together.

Concentrating solely on killing the man who had betrayed me, I didn't
hear it when Steg came to break up the fight. Grabbing Harry and I by the
back of our necks, he separated the two of us with each of his huge
hands, holding us up to his line of sight like he was holding a couple of
cats by the scruff.

"THE NEXT GUY WHO THROW PUNCH WHEN I LET GO, GET PUNCH FROM ME!" He
yelled.

After Steg put us back down, Harry and I sat on the ground glaring at
each other as we licked our wounds. Watching the circle of spectators
begin to break up, I shifted my eyes away from my opponent to see Daro
standing behind Steg; his big orange eyes were streaming with tears.
Suddenly, all the fight and anger in me began to dissolve, and all I
wanted to do was comfort my boy.

Seeing Steg turn around and take a knee in front of Daro, I watched him
as he whispered in his ear. Seeing the gentle giant hug Daro in an effort
to console him, I then saw my boy nod his head, acknowledging the dock
manager before turning around to walk back to his office.

Getting up off the floor, Steg turned his attention back toward Harry and
I. "Both of you, storage unit, NOW!" He barked.

Sore and in some pain, Harry and I stood up, then staggered to our
storage unit knowing Goliath was right behind us.

****

Sitting beside each other on a large crate, holding rags up to our
bruised and bloodied faces, Harry and I looked sheepishly up at Steg as
he paced back and forth in front of us with his arms folded. "There be
scared little boy in my office right now, crying he eyes out cause he
think two most important men in he life want to kill each other!"

Harry and I exchanged shameful looks when we thought about how our
fighting had looked to Daro.

"Ya sure, you both love boy. But that no reason to fight like animal on
loading dock floor! Daro is good boy, he deserve a family who love each
other, not family who want to hurt each other!"

Looking up at Steg, I sought out further clarification in his statement.
"Wait...you know about Dar and us?"

Steg nodded his big, bald head. "That pilot men have romantic interest
in boy? Yes! We friends. He tell me everything!"

Harry and I exchanged nervous looks. "Hey, uh, Steg," said Harry,
"Y-You're not gonna say anything about this to anyone, are ya?"

Steg wrinkled his brow as he waved his hand at Harry. "No. Man-boy love
be beautiful. I used to eat boy, before he know you two. Mmm,
exquisite."

Trying to decipher what the manager meant by "eat boy," I was suddenly
shocked when I realized that he had just admitted to eating Daro's pussy
at one time. Harry and I suddenly sat up straight. "Wait, you and
Daro?" I said. "When?"

"Almost year ago. Before loading dock manager, I be babysitter at child
refugee sector. But I scare kids, so they transfer me. I ask Daro, he not
tell anyone about us. And by way, boy not let me put thing inside him.
Say he save that for special man. That be you two." Said Steg as he
turned to leave. "And by way, I fine you both three-hundred e-notes for
fighting on dock floor. So no more fighting, yes!"

Harry and I nodded our heads in agreement.

"Good! Now, be friends again. Make boy feel happy."

Watching Steg leave the room, I tried to follow his advice. Staring at
the floor, I attempted to swallow my pride. "I'm sorry I punched you."

Harry chuckled. "No, you're not. And you fuckin shouldn't be...I'm
sorry, Riggs, I really am. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Staring down at the floor, I knew I wanted to forgive Harry, I just
didn't know how yet. "Do you love him?"

Harry didn't miss a beat. "With everything I got...so now whadda we
do?" He asked, facing me.

Looking over at my best friend, I took a big breath. "We need to ask Dar
what he wants."

****

A little while later, Harry and I sat Daro down on the bed as we sat on
the floor in front of him. "Dar, baby, you know I love you, right?"

"Yes, sir." Daro said to me with sad eyes.

"And you know I love you too, right champ?" Asked Harry.

Daro responded to Harry with a nod of his head.

"So, buddy, Harry and I talked...and we want you to know, whichever of us
you want to be with, the other guy's gonna understand."

"Right." Said Harry. "Champ, I know you were with sir before me, so if
you still wanna stay with him, I'll be cool with that."

Daro listened closely, looking sullen.

"And, baby, if you feel like you wanna be with Harry, we'll figure out
how to make that happen, okay." I said.

Scrunching up his face, Daro flung himself back on the bed. Turning to
face the window, he rolled his little body into a ball as he began to
sob, uncontrollably.

Exchanging looks of confusion, Harry and I, being as sore as we were,
moved onto the bed as quickly as we could, placing our hands on his
little body.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I asked, feeling terrible.

Rolling back around on the bed to face us, Daro reached out for both of
us as he wept. "I-I don't want j-just one of you...I-I want you both."
He said through his tears.

As Harry and I both held one of Daro's hands, suddenly, we understood
who we were to him: Daro wasn't in love with just me or Harry, he was in
love with the both of us. Watching as his crying ceased, we continued to
listen to him ask for what he needed.

"Can't I have you both? Can't we all be together?" He asked,
innocently.

Exchanging glances with Harry, I tried to explain our side to Daro.
"Baby...as much as I want for you to be happy, I-I just don't know if
Harry and I, well, if we can share you."

"Why not?" Asked Harry. "I mean, if it's what D wants, right?"

Looking into Harry's eyes, I suddenly felt confused. "Harry...I-I just
don't kno-"

"What? You don't know if it's gonna work? Riggs, I don't wanna lose
D. But, I don't wanna lose you either. Who knows? Maybe we got somethin
special here. But how are you ever gonna find out if you don't try?"

Listening to Harry speak his truth, I suddenly realized why he was my
best friend. Letting go of my worries, I decided to stop being afraid and
embrace the two boys I loved most in the world. "Alright, let's try it
then."

Seeing the haze of melancholy evaporate from Daro's demeanor, Harry and
I watched with elation as our boy began to smile. Seeing Daro spring up
from the bed, I felt a sense of excitement and relief when he embraced me
as hard as he could.

Though I was thankful that our boy was happy again, I couldn't help but
wince when Daro hugged my bruised and battered body. "Oh! Ow! Baby, I
think we may have to wait to celebrate our new relationship in a few days
when Harry and I aren't so sore."

Trying to be careful not to hurt me as he backed away, I noticed Daro
turn his head to look at the bruises and swelling on Harry's face.
Glancing back at me, I realized he had an idea when he suddenly began
smiling broadly.

****

A few minutes later, Harry and I were lying side by side on my bunk,
naked. Having been asked by our boy to strip and lay down next to each
other on the bed, we waited patiently for Daro to come back from the
bathroom to let us in on his plan.

"So do you have any idea what the fuck is goin on here?" Asked Harry,
jokingly.

"I have no idea." I responded, chuckling. Looking over at Harry, I
couldn't keep from telling him how I felt. "Harry, I want you to know,
I wasn't mad because you and Dar had sex. I mean, I see how you two
interact. I understand there's chemistry there. I just wish you woulda
talked to me about it before you did it. That's all."

Harry turned his head toward me to speak. "I shoulda let you know how I
was feelin, dude. I know that now. I was just worried you were gonna
freak the fuck out. I didn't wanna ruin our friendship."

"Harry, you don't need to worry about that. You're my brother. We've
been through a lot together trying to survive this crazy war, and I'm
never gonna forget everything you've done for me. I know you have my
back...and that's why I have yours. I love you, man."

Harry smiled. "Yeah, I love you too, dude. But let's not get all mushy
while we're layin naked together in bed, alright?"

Again, I chuckled. "Alright."

"Okay, where the hell's our boy?" Said Harry. "We been layin here
like he asked for about ten minutes."

Just then, Daro emerged from the bathroom. Walking to stand beside Harry
and I as we laid on the bed together, he showed us what he had been doing
in the bathroom while we had been waiting for him. As Harry and I looked
up at his little, nude physique, we noticed our boy had painted some sort
of tribal symbols in a straight line down his torso; one on his chest,
stomach and pubis in dark, black ink.

Remembering what Daro had told me about his family and his Aldorian
culture, he had mentioned that his father had been a warrior, and that
his grandfather had been a healer for their clan.

Seeing Daro's beautiful, nude body covered in stark black paint, Harry
couldn't hold his tongue. "D, what the fuck did you do to yourself?"

Smiling, Daro responded. "My grandfather used to draw these on my father
when he got hurt in battle. Then he would wave his healing stick over him
so he could heal faster."

Exchanging confused looks again, this time, I spoke. "But baby, we're
the ones that are hurt. You said it's the wounded warrior who wears the
symbols. And you don't have a magic stick."

Daro shrugged his shoulders. "I don't need the stick." Producing a
black marker, he leaned over, drawing a symbol right above my pubic hair.
Next, he jumped up on the bed, crawling over me to get to Harry to do the
same thing.

Crouching down between us on the bed, Daro explained his plan. "Cause I
don't have my grandfather's healing stick, I have to deliver the
healing energy to you through my body."

Even though he didn't buy it, Harry decided to play along when he
realized why Daro had painted symbols on all of our pubic areas. "Ah, so
you're gonna heal us with your..."

Daro nodded excitedly.

"Well, okay then, buddy. Heal away." He said with a shit eating grin on
his face.

Rolling my eyes and smiling at Harry's perverted sense of humor, I
reached my hand up to gently stroke Daro's cheek as he crouched down
between Harry and I on the bunk. "Okay baby, if you think this ritual
will help us, then you do it."

Kneeling down between my legs, Daro began gleefully sucking on my penis,
working on getting it hard for his ritual. Seeing our boy wax my wood
with vigor, Harry became impatient.

"Hey, how come he gets to go first?" Harry asked Daro.

Turning my head towards my friend, I jokingly slapped the side of his
bare thigh, making him wince when I forgot about the large bruise there.

Watching Daro's tiny, full lips slide up and down the length of my
turgid member, making it glisten with his spit, I reached my hand down to
lovingly stroke his braided hair as he massaged the dome of my meat with
his mouth.

Glancing over at Harry, I immediately noticed him slowly stroking his
long, burgeoning erection as he gazed at our boy giving me a blow job.
Though at first I was a little embarrassed by Harry watching Daro suck my
dick, after a couple minutes passed, I began to notice I was getting
turned on as he continued to watch.

Taking his mouth off of my hardened dick, Daro stood up on the bed,
maneuvering himself over my crotch as he bent his knees to begin lowering
himself down on my tool. Grabbing my dick with his small hand, I
continued to stare as he guided my thick member through the opening of
his smooth, warm, tunnel, squatting down to penetrate himself with the
girth of my phallus.

Leaning forward to hold onto my hips, Daro began riding my cock as I
watched my thick, turgid member disappear inside his hole. Placing my
hands on his knees, I watched our boy's bright red lips separate as my
dick invaded him; his little, hard dick-let leaked fluid as it protruded
straight out from the top of his crease. As drops of his precum began
dripping all over my lower abdomen, I watched him quickly fuck my dick as
he moved his body up and down on my stiff pole.

Glancing to my right, I noticed Harry watching our boy as he used my
dick, tugging on his balls with his left hand as he aggressively fapped
his erect penis with his right.

Looking back at Daro, I noticed he looked like he was concentrating with
his eyes closed as he quietly had sex with me. Beginning to feel the
usual tightening around my dick, that I always felt whenever I fucked my
boy, I looked back down at my crotch, watching as the girth of my meat
stretched his slit out to its limit.

"Slap, slap, slap." Hearing the skin of our crouches as they loudly
collided with each other, for a moment, I thought I saw a flash of light
emanating from Daro's hole. Thinking I might have had a mild concussion,
I chalked it up to a hallucination caused by Harry hitting me in the head
several times during our fight.

Watching Daro's little, naked body rapidly pumping up and down on my
penis, as well as reveling in the soft, warmth of his hole, I could feel
the beginning of that familiar rush coming on that I always got when we
had sex. As I felt my body beginning to tense up, I could feel my groin
being pulled upward as a wave of euphoria caused me to goon out; a term
that Harry liked to use when he described himself having an orgasm.

Feeling my cock erupt like a volcano inside Daro, after I had shot my
wad, I suddenly found myself able to focus again. Looking down at our boy
as he trembled from his own orgasm, I watched as he steadied himself by
placing his hands on my hips. Raising his lithe, young body up off of my
dick, I couldn't help but feel a perverted rush of excitement when I saw
my cum dripping out of his pussy.

Looking at Harry watch the fluid running down Daro's inner thighs, I
knew the same image excited him by how quickly he was jerking his dick.

"Oh, fuck ya! C'mon D." Said Harry, enthusiastically.

Moving over to Harry, Daro was just about to lower himself down when he
smiled mischievously. Turning around, he pointed his little bare ass
toward Harry, squatting down slowly to take his long cock deep inside his
tight, little cunt; his cunt that had already been drenched by my load.

Seeing his cock slide into Daro's hole, already soaked with my cum,
Harry leaned forward, grabbing his hips so that he could thrust himself
deeper inside our boy. "Fuck yeah, baby!"

Seeing our boy bounce up and down wildly on Harry's dick, I began to get
concerned when I saw a strained look on his little face. This worry
subsided when I noticed Daro holding onto Harry's legs, anchoring
himself so that he could force himself down onto his long, hard dick.

As I watched the both of them aggressively fuck one another, again I
noticed a small flash of light eminating from Daro's hole. Though it was
difficult for me to deny seeing it this time, I figured it was probably
just a trick of the light that happened when starlight shone in through
the window.

Masturbating as I continued to watch Harry and Daro copulate, I suddenly
saw the both of them seize up. Staring closely at the two of them, I
couldn't help but be fascinated by watching Harry as he experienced that
euphoric rush that happened whenever he or I had sex with Daro. As I let
my gaze linger on his nude, cut physique, with his eyes rolling to the
back of his head and his muscles tensing up, it looked as if he were
having some sort of out of body experience. I found this interesting
because I figured this must be exactly the way I looked whenever Daro's
succulent, little hole brought me to orgasm as well.

Suddenly, I watched Harry return to his body when I heard him cum,
loudly. "Ooh, fuck! Oooooh, fffuuuck!" He yelled out.

Hearing Daro quietly panting and moaning, I knew Harry's dick had been
hitting him in just the right spot when I saw his little body trembling
with pleasure. Reaching over to rub our boy's smooth little back, I
suddenly saw a burst of fluid spray outward from underneath his butt,
spilling out all over Harry's inner thighs.

****

Opening my eyes, I realized that Harry and I had fallen asleep, still
lying beside each other with Daro lying over the top of us. Needing to
use the bathroom, I slowly maneuvered my way out of bed, being careful
not to wake either of them up in the process.

Seeing the digital clock on the wall read 4:25am, I was still half asleep
as I made my way to the bathroom. Standing over the toilet, I pointed my
dick downward, aiming it toward the bowl as I relieved myself. Smiling as
I urinated, I couldn't help but think how natural it had felt sleeping
next to Daro and Harry in my bed all night long for the very first time.

Turning around to wash my hands, I was suddenly surprised by what I saw
when I looked up into the mirror and saw my own reflection. Closely
inspecting the lines of my face and nude physique, I was immediately
floored when I noticed that the cut on my cheek, and all of the bruising
on my body from my fight with Harry the day before had completely faded
away. Stretching my arms upward, I could no longer feel any kind of
soreness or aching in my muscles at all.

Walking back to my bunk, I noticed both Daro and Harry were still
sleeping soundly as they lay next to each other in our bed. Grabbing my
communicator off my nightstand, I turned on the flashlight inside of it,
pointing it down at Harry's body. Examining the length of his nude
physique, I immediately saw that all of the bruising and injury that he
had sustained from the fight we had the day before had completely and
totally disappeared.

Continuing to run my eyes over Harry's naked body, I couldn't help but
be amazed. "Son of a bitch." I said quietly, in disbelief. "Dar
actually healed us."

****

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