Date: Sat, 10 Dec 2016 22:03:45 -0500
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Comfort Detachment

[Note: This story involves men (adult soldiers) and an underaged boy having
sexual encounters. As always, my stories are fantasies with no basis in
reality either intended or implied, I personally have a clearly defined
border between fantasy and reality in my own life and can enjoy these sort
of stories with no desire to go out and emulate them in my own life. But if
stories of this sort offend you, please, spare yourself and read no
further. I write a wide variety of stories (it's what lets me stay so
prolific) so check back next week for a story of mine that may not go too
far for you.]

                        COMFORT DETACHMENT
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
                   WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     I was standing by my Mom and Dad at the community meeting and
shuffling my feet from side to side, bored beyond belief. I mean, I'd never
been to one (they're for grownups only), but the Battlefleet Commander had
insisted that the families with young boys bring their boys with them to
the meeting. Mom had also packed a bag of my favorite things, but not what
you'd pack for a trip, it held my favorite toys and a picture of her and
Dad, but none of my clothes or even a toothbrush. I didn't understand it,
but she wouldn't answer my questions, just turned her head and sometimes
cried a little. And Dad just bit his lip and said, "It may not mean
anything at all. We'll find out at the meeting."
     So here I was, but the speeches were long and dull and didn't say
anything I understood. It was just the Battlefleet Admiral saying he had
orders to collect a "comfort detachment" from our community and arguments
from the Council, who were complaining about the many contributions to the
war effort our planet had made already and didn't want to give him a
"comfort detachment."
     But Admiral Zar was having none of it. "You Lellanites talk about the
foodstuffs you grow for us and the machinery parts you manufacture, but
when that's all said and done, it's men from my world of Delbara that have
to climb into those starships and fight the battles! And when there's human
blood spilled, it's Delbaran blood that boils out into the darkness! Your
world is made up of pacifists who refuse to fight, so it's us that has to
save you from the Skokwak! But we're not asking you to send anyone to fight
here! We just want you to send a comfort detachment for the men behind the
lines, a respite from the battles. None of the members of the comfort
detachment will be in any danger at any time and won't be required to
fight!"
     "But why do you want people from our planet to go?" an Elder
demanded. "Why not from your own worlds?"
     "Because our people are risking enough, sending all our brave young
men out to fight and die for your worthless hides! It's time you put your
own people into the battle lines, even if it's only safely behind all the
real fighting!"
     I looked over at my Daddy at that. "Who do they want to send to the
fighting, Daddy?" I asked. "You?" Did they want to send my Daddy out to
fight the Skokwak? Wow!
     "No." my father said and looked at me with sudden determination. "They
want to send you. You and your friends. All the boys from our village that
are healthy enough for the trip."
     "Oh." I said and looked back at the Admiral on the podium with
interest.
     "But why do you want our young boys for the comfort detachment?" a
woman in the crowd was asking. I guess it was to the point where
non-Council Elders could ask questions. "Why not women?"
     "Because women offer complications the male of the race doesn't."
Admiral Zar said. "There's the danger of the men falling in love with them
or the women with them, and forming attachments, or jealousies and
arguments and infighting. There's also danger of women becoming pregnant or
having the numerous female problems unique to their sex. Earthfleet isn't
set up to deal with such issues."
     "So why boys instead of men, in that case?"
     "Because men, as well as women, are of an age where the bonds of love
and rage and jealousy can raise their ugly head."
     "And boys won't?"
     "Not to as great an extent." the Admiral averred.
     The woman made a dubious grunting sound. "That doesn't sound like a
strong enough reason to take our boy children from us."
     Admiral Zar smiled, a bit wickedly. "True, but that's our official
position. But if you want the true answer, you would have to know a lot
more about the Delbaran peoples than you currently know."
     The woman looked puzzled,then her eyes widened. "You're saying that
the Delbarans.... Oh, my word!" She looked scandalized.
     "War is hell, in more ways than one. We would have been happy enough
staying on our own world and minding our own business, too, but there's a
war to be fought. Delbarans are contributing their fighting men, so you can
contribute your boys to make up their comfort detachment."
     "What's a comfort detachment, Daddy?" I asked.
     Daddy looked uneasy. "It's a group of people that go with an army to
entertain the men who aren't fighting just then."
     "Entertain?" I asked, and looked up at the Delbaran Admiral. Such a
big, strong man, so much bigger and stronger than my father or any of the
men of Lellanus. That's a part of our planets, Delbara is a world much
bigger and with a heavier gravity, so while the Delbarans tended to be wide
and strong with major muscles (natural soldiers, our Council had called
them over and over again tonight) while we Lellanites were thinner and
weaker. I'd be playing with men like him if I went on this "comfort
detachment?" The thought of that big strong man picking me up in his arms
made me feel all quivery inside. "Daddy? I think I'd like to be part of the
comfort detachment!"
     My voice carried over the crowd, for I'd spoken pretty loudly.
     Admiral Zar heard me and he laughed, beaming down at me. "Young
fellow, come on up here!" he invited.
     Heedless of my father's hands reaching out to catch me, I ran up onto
the podium and Admiral Zar's big strong arms picked me up and perched me so
I was sitting on his broad shoulder and upper arm to one side of his
head. "We have the first member of our comfort detachment here!" he called
out to the boys in the crowd. "We need a lot more boys like this brave
young lad. I'm off for excitement and adventure. Which of you want to come
with me!"
     And that was the basic end of the meeting. Several other boys ran up
onto the podium and swarmed around Admiral Zar and the other members of the
Delbaran contingent. The Council voted to let the comfort detachment be
formed, provided it was composed strictly of boys who volunteered for the
duty. Of course, I was signed up on the spot as were the other boys, and
more came forward to be with their friends on this adventure.
     After all that, Mom came up and gave me the bag of my stuff and kissed
me goodbye, my father didn't show up at all. I went off with the Delbarans
and the other boys that same night.
     Three days later, I wasn't so sure of my choice! We boys had been
taken to a special ship and there the Delbarans had left us. That ship was
manned by Gilivanians, a non-human species that were expert doctors, but no
fun to talk to. We boys were examined in a hundred different ways and had
very little time to play. But on the third day, we were taken to the
"comfort ship." This was to be our home from now on and I was pleased to
see it was one of several Delbaran warships that comprised Admiral Zar's
battlefleet group. I was given my room assignment, and glad to see it was a
nice-sized room with a big, comfortable bed and a television and computer
terminal. Lots of things to do here when my Delbaran friends, whoever they
would be, got in.
     My uniform surprised me, I thought it would be like the ones the
Delbarans were wearing, but they were more like pajamas, and skimpy pajamas
at that. The bottom had a slit in the seat that went from front to back and
didn't fasten, and the elastic waistband was loose enough that they almost
fell down when I walked. The top, too, was only like a vest with no arms
and didn't close together in front. I had only settled in when there was a
knock at my door, and a Gilivanian was there, he said, "Your first visitor
will be here in five minutes. Get ready for him."
     "Ready how?"
     The Gilivanian looked surprised, as much as his people could. "Why,
get on your bed, of course."
     I was puzzled but did as he said and got on the bed. Seemed like a
strange place to be, but the bed was the biggest thing in the room.
     The door opened and in came a Delbaran warrior. He was large, strong
and clean, and wore (we'd been taught the ranks of the military while on
the Gilivanian ship) a sergeant's markings. "Hello." he greeted me. His
hair was dark brown, unlike Admiral Zar's light brown, and his eyes were
even darker brown. His nose was long and regal, his chin cleft with a small
exclamation mark of folded skin, his cheeks rugged and square-jawed. His
skin looked almost leathery, he'd been through a lot in his life and it
showed. For all that, he couldn't have been more than thirty or so
Earth-years old.
     "Hello, Sergeant." I said. "My name is Tassurimenissillar."
     "I'll call you Tass." he compromised. "I'm Sergeant Bik."
     "Sergeant Bik." I memorized. "So what do you want to do first? Play a
game on the computer or watch television? Or we could go to the games room
down the corridor."
     "Never mind that." Sergeant Bik walked toward the bed. "I've got a
game we can play right where you are." He was tugging at his clothes as he
came my way. "Get that fuck off of you."
     I realized he meant my clothes. "We play this game naked?"
     "Oh, yeah!" he said, with a grin. "Don't worry, kid, I was told this
was your first time. I'll be gentle with you."
     I looked as he removed his jumpsuit, which included his boots, he was
now clad only in a t-shirt, boxer shorts and socks. I saw his broad, strong
muscles and my stomach gave that quiver again, and I was then tearing at my
own clothes. Whatever he wanted to do naked with me, that was just fine,
just fine!
     I got undressed from the pajama-like clothing as quick as he could
remove his socks. "Come on, let's go, I'm ready!" I told him, him now
sitting on the bed.
     "Calm down, kid, there's plenty of me to last you." Sgt. Bik said as
he got to his feet, and pulled his t-shirt over his head. I saw his back
muscles flexing in a beautifully diagonal harmony as he shucked the
t-shirt, and he turned around and I saw his boxers were sticking out. His
chest was as broad and muscled as his back, even more so, with the big
chest muscles, even two rows of smaller muscles on his stomach instead of
it being flat. His legs, too, were rippling with raw power, and my stomach
quivered more than ever.
     Sgt. Bik saw me naked and kneeling on the bed before him and he
grinned again, that wonderfully easy, happy grin. "You ready to get a look
at this?" He asked me, hands on his hips, clasping his boxer's waistband.
     "Yeah, come on, let's play!" I urged him.
     "All right then!" Sgt. Bik pulled down his boxers and I saw his
pinpin. Now, seeing a man's pinpin wasn't such a big deal on Lellanus, we
have a very warm climate and swimming while wearing clothes like on other
worlds just isn't something we do. I'd even seen a man's pinpin hard
before, it happened sometimes when a man would fall asleep in the warm sun
and have a nice dream. Daddy explained it was something that would happen
to me, too, when I got old enough, and when I was older, I would learn all
about it. Meanwhile, it's not nice to touch it, or stare at it, or make fun
of it, or even to talk about it, just pretend his pinpin wasn't hard and it
would go away when he woke up.
     But Sgt. Bik's pinpin was so much bigger than any Lellanite pinpin I'd
ever seen. "Wow!" I gasped when I saw it. Looked up at him. "It's so big!"
     "Yeah, we Delbarans are big in every way." Sgt. Bik agreed. "You like
it?"
     "Yeah, wow!" I agreed. "That's the biggest pinpin I've ever seen!"
     "Pinpin?" Sgt. Bik smiled. "Is that what you call it on Lellanus?"
     "Yes, sir."
     "We call it our schanicks." Sgt. Bik said. "And we like it when little
boys like you play with it for us. Would you like to play with mine?"
     "Yeah!" I agreed. I'd been secretly eager to touch that man's pinpin
when I'd seen it on the beach with my Daddy, but of course I'd done what
Daddy said to do, only stealing out glimpses now and then until he woke up
some ten minutes later and sure enough, his pinpin immediately got soft
again. I felt like I'd missed out on something, not getting to touch it
hard.
     So Sgt. Bik got into the bed and lay down next to me, me scooting back
on my knees to remain kneeling over him and he put his hands behind his
head and said, "Okay, Tass, let's see what you can do with this."
     My hand was shaking with eagerness as I reached out and wrapped my
fingers around it. Oh, it was so hard and so warm, and as my fingers
gripped him, Sgt. Bik moaned a low, soft groan.
     "Oh, oh, Tass, it's been so long since a boy has played with my
schanick. Do you know what to do with it,Tass? Do you know?"
     "Nu-uh." I said regretfully.
     "Don't worry, I'll teach you all you need to know." Sgt. Bik
said. "You have a good hold of it, now move your hand up and down for me,
while you hang on tight."
     I did as he told me and he grunted. "Ooh, yeah, that's the way, now
move faster for me, Tass, milk it for me, up and down, up and down, ooh,
oh, oh, yeah!"
     "Am I doing it right?" I asked as I moved my hand up and down that
meaty pinpin, it was like holding a wooden stick wrapped in a soft blanket,
the thick skin wrinkling around the large round head. I saw that a clear
liquid was covering the head now, and when I wrung his pinpin upwards, more
gushed out of his slit.
     "Ah, baby, your hand feels so good." Sgt. Bik's hand moved up and
caught hold of my own little pinpin and his fingertips played with it, and
I gasped, shivered hard at the pleasure rushing through my body. In my
pleasure, I bent over and that brought my face closer to that large,
reddened pinpin head.
     "Oh, baby, baby, can you suck on it for me now? Can you put your lips
on me and move them up and down like you do your hand?" Sgt. Bik begged
me. "It'll feel so good for me if you do."
     "What does it taste like?" I inquired, looking at all that clear
liquid.
     "It's not bad at all, salty and warm." Sgt. Bik told me. "I remember
my first time, I was like your age, I didn't want to taste it but when I
did, I loved it. Go ahead, baby," his voice grew soothing and kind. "Taste
it, that's all. If you don't like it, I won't make you do any more."
     So I placed my lips apart in the air over his cockhead and took a deep
breath, then dove down, and my lips clamped on after I had completely
covered his glans.
     "Ooh, yeah, like that. Taste it for me, Tass, taste it."
     I suckled the fluid off onto my tongue. He was right, it was warm, and
salty, a bit slimy, too, but not bad at all. I swallowed that sticky stuff,
and began to move my lips up and down on his pud. While I milked back up,
more of that fluid gushed into my mouth. It was warmer, and tasted even
better.
     "What do you think, kid?" Sgt. Bik asked me.
     I lifted my lips off his pinpin with a popping sound. "Tastes good!" I
enthused. "I want more."
     He laughed, a warm, rich sound. "Just keep doing that for me, Tass,
and I'll give you a whole lot of it. You'll see."
     I returned to my duties with a will, and he made soft moaning sounds
as I worked on him, his hand, which had dropped away when I began to suck
on his schanick, caught hold of my pinpin again and began to work me even
faster. The pleasure that his fingers were giving me was something
extraordinary. I'd learned how good it felt to play with my own pinpin of
course, but this was more, this was a man, a big, strong man, playing with
my pinpin because he wanted to. And I had his thick, large man-meat in my
mouth and it was heating up and getting even harder than it had before. I
quivered in joy as my little pinpin gave me the best feeling it ever had, a
tingle that ran all through my body and when it was done, I went back to
sucking on Sgt. Bik even faster than before.
     Sgt. Bik's breaths suddenly began to catch in his throat, a
huh-huh-huh sound. Then he gasped out, "I'm coming, Tass, going to shoot a
whole lot of juice out for you. Just hang on as best you can, and gulp it
down, it's good for you, Tass, make you grow up big and strong like me!"
Sgt. Bik gulped hard, a small sound, and then began to groan, softly at
first, but faster and louder as I kept on sucking on his schanick. "Oh,
ohh, ohh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-OH-OH-OH-OH-AH-AH-AHHAHAHAHAHA-AHHHHHH,
GUHHHHHNNNNNNNHHH!"
     As he made that last long sound, I got a mouthful of the hottest,
saltiest, richest tasting fluid in the world. While the stuff I'd sucked
off of his schanick before had been good, this stuff was just WONDERFUL! I
gulped at it eagerly as he sprayed it into my mouth, and there was a lot of
it just like he'd said, rush after rush flowed out of him as he made more
of those long noises, "GUHHH! GUHHHH! GUH-HUH, UH-HUH! Uh! Uhhhh!
Uhhhhhhhh!" Then he was down to just breathing really hard.
     I sucked the last dregs of that hot juice from his schanick and I
lifted up, wiped my lips dry with the back of one arm and asked, "Are you
all right, Sgt. Bik?"
     "Oh, yeah, oh, yeah! Tass, my boys back on Delbara couldn't have done
it better! You are one really special kid, Tass! Really special and I'm
going to tell my men all about how good you are, so they can ask for you
when they come in."
     That'd be nice." I agreed. "Now what are we going to do?"
     "Now? Sorry, Tass, but I have to clear out so another guy can come
in."
     "Another guy?"
     "You're part of the comfort detachment, Tass." Sgt. Bik told me as he
pulled on his boxers again. "You've comforted me really good. Now it's
another man's turn, who's in need of comforting. You remember what I taught
you and give him the same attentions and he'll be comforted, too."
     I considered this as Sgt. Bik dressed. "Will there be more after him?"
     "Oh, yeah." Sgt. Bik said as he pulled on his his t-shirt, sat down
and began to pull his socks on again. "They're going to want you to comfort
ten or twelve men a day. More if you can handle them. They don't want to
wear you out, and you'll have time to play and such, too. Don't worry,
these are all good men and they'll treat you right, I promise."
     I got dressed while Sgt. Bik finished and left. I only waited a few
minutes, and another man came in. "Hello!" I said, more confident now. "My
name is Tass."
     "Hi, Tass, I'm Corporal Sef." the man told me. "I got a buddy with me,
you mind taking two of us at once?"
     His buddy peered around the edge of the doorway. Corporal Sef was as
big and strong as Sgt. Bik, but his hair was black, his skin a deeper tawny
color, his eyes jet black. He was younger, maybe twenty-five Earth-years
old. His friend was blond, a hair color lighter even than Admiral Zar, and
his eyes were a green color I'd never seen on a man. The Gilivanians have
green eyes, but theirs are large and dark green, this was a light green the
color of leaves in spring. Both men were strong and clean and
good-looking. I began to wonder if all Delbarans were this attractive.
     "Mind if he joins us?" Corporal Sef said again. I just
nodded. Corporal Sef said, "Come on in, Vil. Tass, this is Corporal Vil."
     "He's a pretty one, all right. The Sergeant was right about that."
     "But remember, too, that the Admiral wants this one for himself. He'll
be here tomorrow, meanwhile, we don't play below his waist."
     "No problem, I could do a quick-and-dirty myself." Vil agreed.
     "So how do you want to play?" I asked, moving my hands to my clothes.
     "Keep them on. You'll be servicing us. We'll sit on the bed, you get
on the floor."
     I obeyed, wondering, while these two men unzipped their jumpsuit's
lower parts and brought out their schanicks. Both were nice and big, but
neither as big as Sgt. Bik. "Okay, kid, get on your knees and get to
working. See if you can do us both at once." Corporal Sef suggested.
     "I don't think he can do it." Corporal Vil put in.
     "I think he can if he really works at it." Corporal Sef smiled at
me. "Come on, kid, get to it. You got more men to deal with when you're
done with us, you know."
     "And tomorrow you're the Admiral's personal playtoy." Vil added. "So
you need all the practice you can get in pleasing a man!"
     The thought of being with Admiral Zar in this way made me quiver
inside all over again. I dropped to my knees and groped for both of their
schanicks. They were good friends and sat close together, a bare
elbow-to-fingertips' distance separated the two chunks of man-rods. I
stuffed the left-hand one (Vil's) into my mouth while I pumped on the
second one. This made both men moan, but after a dozen or so strokes, Sef
grunted, "Hey, don't forget about me!"
     I leaned over and got his schanick into my mouth, and had to work up
even more saliva to grease his pinpin. But I soon had him grunting, then I
switched back to Vil, who I'd been jerking while I sucked on Sef.
     After a bit of this, Sef grunted and said, "Man, let's get up and push
them closer together. He can suck them both quicker that way."
     "Works for me." Vil panted.
     So they stood up and I sat on the bed with them before, their
schanicks were now only inches apart and I sucked on one and then
another. I would have liked to get them together and try to suck both at
once, but I could tell I couldn't handle that much in my mouth at one
time. But I kept busy, sucking one then the other, back and forth as fast
as I could. I'd planned to keep it up until they both shot, but Corporal
Sef finally moaned, "I can't take it anymore!" and he grabbed my head the
next time I went onto his schanick and held me in place. "Come on, kid,
suck me hard, I'm ready to blow!"
     He was kind of rough but he didn't last very long, then he was
spurting his load right into my mouth and down my throat. He'd jammed his
schanick into me deep so I didn't have to do anything but hang on and
swallow. I choked a bit after a while, but he was done by then and he let
go, and I coughed and sputtered as he pulled his pud out, it still dripping
with his spunk.
     I'd barely recovered when Corporal Vil grabbed my head and said, "Come
on, now finish me up, kid, I'm humming already!"
     Vil let me do the work for him, for which I was grateful and I kept up
the pace of sucking him until he squirted his jizz into me. Again, I drank
and tasted that wonderful stuff. Sgt. Bik was right, now that I had it, I
wanted it, all of it! I gulped him down and they zipped up and left.
     More and more men came in over the next several hours, and I gamely
took care of each of them. Some wanted to lie back and have me do
everything like Sgt. Bik, some wanted to hold onto me and make me take them
the way they wanted. Again and again, I swallowed load after load of hot
man sperm, and when the Gilivanian came in and told me that was the last of
the men coming to me, I was pretty tired out. I slept, got up, showered and
went out to find the other boys.
     They'd all had a day like mine, and we spent some time comparing
notes. A few boys' men had been rough on them, and the Gilivanian took down
their names and assured us that these men would be disciplined for being
too rough. More of the boys talked about the men sticking their schanicks
into their assholes and ramming it in and out, and that had been painful
but bearable if the man was gentle about it. That reminded me and I asked
the Gilivanian who had been dealing with me all day about
it. "S'rlin'the'sen?" I said his name as best I could.
     "Yes, young Tassurimenissillar?"
     "Call me Tass. The Delbarans do." I said. "Why did the men who visited
me say that I was being saved for Admiral Zar, who was coming tomorrow?"
     He explained and it took a while, but I understood that the first time
you took a man's schanick into your ass was a special thing. "He wants to
be your first." the Gilivanian explained it. "So we are having the others
wait until he is done before they make love to you in this way."
     "So why didn't he just come be the first today?" another boy asked,
who was listening to this. They all were.
     "He wanted Tass to have some experience with men before he took him
for himself." S'rlin'the'sen explained. "It takes a bit of training for a
boy to learn the best way to love a man."
     "And I learned a lot today." I boasted.
     "Sergeant Bik did state publicly that you were a wonderful comfort
boy." S'rlin'the'sen agreed. "I think Admiral Zar will be more than pleased
with your abilities when you meet him tomorrow."
     I was well-pleased by that and went to bed on the end of that ship's
"day" happy.
     The next morning, I waited for Admiral Zar to appear. Well after the
time that the other boys were busily comforting the men who were visiting
the comfort ship by providing them with lots of hot boy-man love, I was
still waiting. Wondering if he had forgotten me!
     And then, with no other announcement, the door opened and Admiral Zar
walked in. "Hello, Tassurimenissillar." he said to me.
     I ran to him and into his arms, hugged him tight. "Call me Tass." I
said. "I've been waiting for you, Admiral Zar."
     "And you can call me Zar." Admiral Zar told me in turn.
     "How long can you stay?" I asked him.
     "As long as I need to." He assured me.
     He lifted me up and carried me to the bed and laid me softly in
it. His hands moved up to remove my clothes and I let him do this, until he
had stripped me as bare as I could be. Then his hands went to his own
clothing and he unzipped the jumpsuit from over that big, big chest and
lowered his hand as he unzipped, showing me at last that big, strong
chest. No t-shirt underneath, and I suddenly realized before he got that
low that there were no boxers under there, and no socks. Just the jumpsuit
and it was coming off!
     I gasped as his shoulders moved, peeling the suit from him like he was
a human banana, and the succulent meat underneath was there. The chest hair
was covered with a light, sparse coating of hairs a little darker brown
than his head, and that only served to make him more masculine than
ever. He pushed it down his well-muscled form and stepped out of them, and
was revealed then in all his majestic male glory. Even his erection was a
part of that majesty, adding to it rather than making it seem less mundane
and human, he was all of Mankind standing before me. And he walked over to
the bed and crawled into it to lie beside me.
     I rolled over and into his arms and he held me and kissed me right on
the lips, his first contact with me. I shuddered harder than I ever had
before. I wanted him so much just then. "Oh, oh, Zar, please, make love to
me, please make love to me!"
     "I've been told that you are a marvelous lover in bed with a man." Zar
told me. "Sergeant Bik is an old, longtime friend of mine, and I chose him
for your first lover, to teach you what you needed to know."
     "He taught me very well." I assured him. "Let me show you what he
taught me."
     Zar let me kiss my way down that broad, strong chest, my tongue
licking over his body. The other men had taught me other things, of course,
being limited in what I could do for them by the refusal of access to my
anus, they'd made me do all sorts of pleasurable things for them, and now
Zar was reaping the benefits.
     He grunted as I suckled at one of his nipples, then sighed as my
tongue ran a line down the central concave of his chest and stomach between
the rows of abdominal muscles there. Again, I marveled at the powerful
muscles of the Delbaran men, their planet must be very heavy, requiring the
men to be so muscular. But they were also almost uniformly handsome and
desirable as well, at least those I had seen.
     I slowly worked my way down to his manhood and it was a beautiful
schanick that was waiting for me there. Nestled in a deep fur mat of brown
fur even darker than the hair on his head or chest, his cock was a gleaming
arc of male virility that waited for me to lavish upon it all the need that
was bursting out of my soul!
     I ran my tongue up the shaft and Zar slipped out a soft moan of
appreciation. When I reached the top, I licked the gift of precome from the
tip and savored it, first taste of Zar's male essence. I then licked my
tongue around the glans, bathing it in my mouth's fluids until it was soft
and well-coated and ready for more. I then, for the first time, placed my
entire mouth over Zar's shaft and slowly lowered my mouth downwards,
feeling, tasting, relishing the feel, the bump of the flare of the glans,
the velvet-soft cockskin, and as I sank down upon Zar's prong, he again
gave out a soft, flowing moan of delight.
     "Oh, Tass, you're such a wonderful boy! I knew the moment I saw you at
that meeting of cowards mewing about how terrible it was to defend your
homes and your lives and your families. But you showed you were a true Son
of Earth, you stood up to everyone and said you wanted to come to join us,
ready to do your part to serve Mankind and protect the human race!"
     I had to make an admission! "Uh, Zar?"
     "Yes, my brave and wonderful boy and lover?"
     "I didn't do it for that."
     "Huh?"
     "I did it so I could be with you." I blurted out.
     "With me?"
     "You stood up there and said you were looking for boys, and Daddy said
you were wanting boys to entertain you. I knew right then, looking at you,
that I wanted to be with you, doing anything you wanted to do."
     I rose up and I looked him in the eye. "I'm told you want to fuck me
in the ass." I'd learned that term the night before, and was using it for
the first time. "I want you to know that I want that, too."
     "It can hurt a lot the first time." Zar hesitated.
     "I know." I said. "But I still want you to do it."
     "All right, then." Zar agreed. "But let's do it the right way."
     He rolled me over onto my stomach and lifted my hips to spread my
buttocks. I thought he was going to stick it right into me, but instead,
his tongue started digging into the crevice between my butt-cheeks, and I
gasped, first in surprise, then pleasure, then I got out the words several
seconds after he had started. "Zar? Zar, what are you doing?"
     "Can't just plow into you." Zar told me. "Have to get you relaxed and
greased up. Then it'll go in easier and won't hurt you as much."
     "Okay." I grunted and his tongue probed into me further. I couldn't
believe how good it felt, his tongue tip probing into my ass. I mean, you
push stuff out of it all the time and it doesn't feel like anything in
particular. But having someone actually sticking a warm, soft tonguetip
into it can make you moan like they were playing with your pinpin! I had a
climax just from his tongue sticking into my ass. And according to Zar, we
were barely started!
     When Zar had my anus twitching happily and giving way at every thrust
he made, he wet a finger and began to probe me with that instead. When his
fingertip first inserted into me, I winced but it wasn't agonizing, just
horribly uncomfortable. As he worked his finger into me, he leaned down,
his lips closed over my pinpin and he began to suck on me. Zar's mouth on
my cock made his finger feel better, believe it if you can. My brain sort
of combined the two sensations, turning it all into a strange sort of
pleasant discomfort, and the discomfort became submerged and overcome and
left only pleasure.
     Zar noticed my shift, and so he pulled out his finger and now two were
pushed into my ass. Again, the pain was only that of an uncomfortable
stretching and his playing with my pinpin overwhelmed it all over
again. Even when he repeated the stint with three fingers, I was able to
take it after a time and not only endure it, but enjoy it.
     Zar looked at me, his handsome face large and serious over my smaller
one. "Time for the main event, now," he told me. "I'm going to grease up my
schanick and then we'll try to work it into you a little at a time. Are you
ready?"
     "Yes, Zar." I told him meekly. I was almost worn out by all this, the
feelings that had been rushing through me for the last few hours had been
mostly pleasurable but all of it was beginning to overload my senses.
     But the sight of that huge, muscled man over me, his strong hands
lifting up my legs, and then the powerful push of his schanick, pressing
into me, separating me, making me moan as it moved into my stretched-out
bowels and pushed through that area and beyond.
     Then it came, the brushing of the tip on a place inside of
me. Suddenly the feeling in my ass wasn't as painful, there was pleasure
beyond and above what I'd felt before, and again the pleasure submerged and
overflowed the pain, and I groaned, my hands came up and caught hold of his
broad ribcage and I tried to pull him down into me.
     Zar groaned as well, a sound of raw joy and he murmured, "Oh, Tass, my
sweet little boy, I love the feel of your ass around my cock, I want to
just hold you like this and never let you go, ever!"
     "Oh, oh, Zar!" I gasped. "It feels so good, come on, fuck me, Zar,
come on, please, I need you, Zar, I need you to fuck me!"
     "I will, Tass, soon, just get used to it in there for now. I'm holding
you and my cock is in your ass, and you have to get used to it."
     "Oh, oh, oh!" And I began to move my hips, pushing myself down onto
Zar, but he rode with me and denied me the movement, holding us together.
     "No, no, Tass, get used to it."
     I held still, sobbing in my frustration and after a time, Zar said,
"There it goes."
     "Huh?"
     "You're ready now, Tass. You're ready to be fucked now."
     "Okay, okay, please!" I groaned. "Now, please, now!"
     Zar began to move his hips and that sent his schanick into me, the
large fat tool moving in and out of my insides, and as he moved, every
motion was nothing but joy! I wanted it, all of it, and I began to move
myself again and Zar this time matched me, making his thrusts match with
mine so that our combined motions sent him ever deeper into me. Every
thrust went inside me further, further, and after a time, Zar sped up and
again took charge of the sex. I could only hold on and let him ram into me,
his pleasure was beginning to control him, and any thought of his
gentleness had gotten lost.
     Not that he could hurt me anymore. I just clung to him with my legs
and my arms, and he rocked me back and forth as he drove into me. His face
looked into mine, but the eyes were glazed and his mouth open and he was
caught up in his pleasure. He was silent but for his breathing, then some
small, soft words made their way out of his mouth.
     "I, uh, uh, uh, I'm, coming, Tass, I'm coming!"
     "Oh, yes, yes, shoot it, fill me up, fill me up!" I begged him. "I
want it, I want it all!"
     "Ah, uh, uh, HUH, UH, UH, GAH-HAH-AH, HAHHHHHH!" Zar's face which had
been so open and vulnerable, now screwed up in concentrated orgasm and he
drove his dong deep into me and he exploded inside of me, I felt the hot
flood of jism pouring into me and Zar shuddering over me, his face flushed
red and then his mouth did open and when it did, everything about his
climax broke loose and he was spent, shuddering and quivering, and he
slumped over me, his elbows caught his weight and kept him from crushing
me.
     He held himself over me, his breaths pulling ragged and desperate for
so long I got worried. "Are you all right, Zar?" I asked him.
     His big face lifted up and he looked at me. "I'm fine, Tass. I'm
perfectly fine."
     "I'm glad." I hugged him.
     Zar turned his head to look at the timer on one wall. "Well, we still
have four or five hours left before I have to go." He told me. "What else
would you like to do today, Tass?"
     We played some games and an hour or so later, Zar fucked me
again. Then we visited some more until it was time for him to go.
     Zar visited me like that every week for some time. The other days, I
had to take on my quota of lonesome, horny, huge men, and I learned to deal
with them all with experience that never dropped into indifference. Some of
them became very fond of me, would visit me every time they had a pass to
come to the comfort ship. But none of them were as close to me as Admiral
Zar.
     But there came a day when the attack group my comfort ship was with
had to move out. Time for it to join in again the battles that were raging
through the cosmos, they'd come too close and now these ships needed to
face the enemy.
     But my comfort ship was to draw back, to another system where it could
be safe. We comfort boys would be servicing other men, other ships. I may
never see Admiral Zar again!
     Or that was what the other boys would be doing. When a man commands an
entire battle group, he has powers other men don't. So soon, I'll be
slipping down to the docking bay, and hiding in a shuttle departing for the
flagship. Admiral Zar will be waiting for me at the other end, ready to
hide me in his cabin until we are safely in hyperspace. And nobody will say
a word about me on board all the time the ship is under battle conditions.
     As for me, I won't just be Admiral Zar's sexual partner. I'll be doing
my part to keep all the men on the flagship in peak fighting
condition. Providing aid and comfort to our men in battle.
     And after all, isn't that what a comfort detachment is really for?
                             THE END
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