Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2007 12:36:51 -0400
From: carl_mason@comcast.net
Subject: THE NEW EARTH - 02

THE NEW EARTH - 2

Copyright 2007 by Carl Mason

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real life, however, sexual themes unfold gradually.  Comments on the story are
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This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both adults
and teenagers.   As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the personal
enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults.  If you are not of legal age to read
such material, if those in power and/or those whom you trust treat it as illegal, or
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remember that maturity generally demands safe sex.


CHAPTER 2

(Revisiting Chapter 1)

At the close of the short exercise in showing the interest of the top brass in their men,
Marshal Alexios turned to General Patterson and noted that his Cadet Adjutant was ill.
Were he willing, he wondered if Justin Lawrence might serve him through noon
tomorrow.  Justin, of course, was ecstatic, especially when a tour of the Tacian flagship,
the Star Cruiser Orestes, and an opportunity to meet young Tacians were mentioned.
Though without his dress uniform, the Marshall smilingly promised him appropriate
dress when they reach the Orestes.  Until then his camouflage fatigues would do.  The
Marshal spoke with Lieutenant Farnsworth for a second, the sergeant checked the
young man's readiness, and they were off.  Later asked by a colleague why he
approved the Marshal's request, Lieutenant Farnsworth snorted that even less than
generals, lieutenants to do not oppose the requests of field marshals.  Besides, he said,
the young man would return only slightly the worse for the wear and having additional
knowledge of the real world.  Part of his education...

(Continuing Our Story:  The Orestes)

As they traveled in the Field Marshal's personal air car from the Common to the
massive Tacian mooring and service platform several miles beyond the ruins of Logan
International Airport.  What remained of the hair on the back of Justin Lawrence's tightly
shaved neck was standing straight up as the approached the structure that hovered
high above the waters of Massachusetts Bay.  Given the Tacian involvement in Terran
affairs, it was second in size only to the one near the Terran capital, the thoroughly
reconstructed city of Frankfurt am Main in what had been Germany before the
Canmuton subjugation.  (Washington, D.C., and New York City has been hit with
multiple casmitic weapons and would be uninhabitable for centuries.)  Space craft of
every size and purpose were docking at and departing the platform.  The largest, of
course, was the great Star Cruiser Orestes, the flagship of the Tacian fleet.  It dwarfed
even the enormous freighters that carried materials for the reconstruction of cities on
the northern Atlantic Coast.

The handsome young soldier's eyes were glued to the windows of the air car; the Field
Marshal's were generally glued on him.  Alexios had worked with too many people and
too many situations during his long career not to recognize the personal and
professional promise of the tall, dark-haired, magnificently-built eighteen year-old who
sat opposite him.  In truth, he WAS the new Earth.  Hence, the interest of the Field
Marshal, who would probably be appointed (the chiefly honorary) President of the
Tacian Alliance when he retired, went considerably beyond a momentary dalliance...
however exquisite the young Terran.  On solid, personal relationships were strong
alliances built, alliances that profited all concerned!

Far too soon to satisfy Justin's fascination, the little air car entered and came to a stop
like a floating feather in a tiny private dock near the starship's command center.
Quickly walking around to the Marshal's door, his marine-driver opened it and saluted
as Alexios and the boy exited.  They strode into the ship through hatches manned by
saluting marines, presented their IDs for a completely perfunctory inspection, and
entered a transportation system, the likes of which Justin had never seen.  The Marshal
punched a few keys and they were off...at high speed.  Though it looked like an
elevator, it surely wasn't that, for it not only went up and down, but also appeared to
travel horizontally.  Further, it appeared that the metal door opened where you had
directed it to - in this case, after perhaps three minutes, in the foyer of the Field
Marshal's spacious quarters!

Alexios informally showed him his room with a connecting bathroom and told him to
return to the living area when he had freshened up.  Within minutes, Justin returned to
his host who was busy on a communication device.  Motioning for Justin to be seated
(next to a table on which he found an excellent beer and some great snacks).  Finally,
with a sigh of irritation, he turned from the communicator and further appraised his
guest.  "Demands over which I have little control force me to make some minor
changes in our schedule, Justin, but no matter.  It will all turn out the same in the end.
Nevertheless, I would have you help me set up a field simulation for our cadets this
evening rather than early this afternoon.  The Lieutenant did say you were an electronic
genius!"  Justin shook his head negatively and grinned bashfully.  "No matter," Alexios
said, "it will be enough if you are intelligent - and I already know you are far more than
that.  Our 'cadets', by the way, are 18 and 19 year-olds who are just beginning their
formal military service.  It's just that in the Tacian service, they don't take their formal
oath of lifetime service until the beginning of their twentieth year.  In any case, if we
move the schedule around, you might like to go to the Cadet Mess Hall [dining room] for
lunch with some young men your own age.  They're all Tacians - and quite a handful...
They could also give you your first tour of the Orestes after lunch - probably somewhat
different than the one I'll give you later on.  There is one problem:  Our cadets are not
uniformed during the two years prior to taking the oath.  You may dress and enjoy a
good lunch here in my apartment while I complete my obligations elsewhere or you may
strip and go with them.  The choice is completely yours."  "With your permission, sir, I
shall join the cadets for lunch and a tour of the ship," Justin answered promptly.  "Very
well, young Terran.  In that case, you will want to clean up thoroughly.  I think you will
find everything you'll need in your bathroom.  By the way, if you want to try something
new, there are some small blue pills on the sink.  Two of them will clean you out inside
within a very few minutes with no discomfort whatsoever.  You then take one of the
large yellow pills for the best lubrication I have ever experienced."  Grinning, he added
that he suspected they lubed him up to his Adam's apple!  "If we have missed
something, just let me know and I'll have it delivered this afternoon.  There are hangers
for your fatigues in the bedroom closet and drawers in the chest.  Now scoot while I
arrange for your new friends to stop by and take you to lunch.  Also I need to begin
gathering materials for my meetings."

Justin had never been in a fine hotel.  In the first place, no one in his family could afford
it.  In the second, most of them had been destroyed in the subjugation and never
rebuilt, at least for the use of Terrans.  Hence, he had never seen anything like the
room in which he found himself after he had stripped and left his clothing and boots in
the bedroom closet.  He felt like a little kid in a proverbial candy shop!  The scale gave
him more information on his physical condition in seconds that had been collected in his
Army induction physical.   One glance at the mirrored walls and he went hard as steel!
Man, he had put on some weight since he left home - and it all seemed to be muscle.
Also, he could swear that he was a little taller, pretty close to six feet even.  Cupping his
balls and pulling on them a little, he stretched and checked out a body into which he
had put a lot of work.  Front...both sides...  "OH, WOW!"  Little Justin let him know that
he hadn't gone hard for nuthin'.  Wonder what these Tacian guys were like...  Oh, man,
he was on top of the world!  Realizing that he was hot...and really needed some...he
took those two blue pills and, after an unbelievably short time and the least hassle
imaginable, the big yellow one.  No fuss, no muss...  God, he felt great!  He then
stepped into a shower that just about washed him.  A little better than a cold stream
when on maneuvers...  He even washed his dark brown hair - really the only hair on his
body if you didn't count a little over his long, still swollen cock.  Stepping out onto the
tiled floor, the youngster took a large towel off the heated rack.  Wondering if Earth had
any starships like these, he dried thoroughly, hung the towel over the shower door, and
returned to the living area where he quietly knocked on the doorframe.

"Sir, would you like to be alone so you can get your work done?" he asked shyly.  "No,
young Terran, I'll be leaving shortly after you do.  Come on in and get comfortable!" the
Field Marshall called from his desk.  "The cadets will be along within minutes - unless
they want to miss lunch.  And that's one mistake they never make!"   Suddenly, he got a
full view of Justin and gasped despite himself.  "Lord God," he breathed.  "Look at you!"

Before him stood as beautiful a young man as he had ever seen - and he was an
intergalactic connoisseur.  As he got up from the desk and moved towards the boy,
Justin knelt on one knee, his eyes lowered, his arms extended down and out, his palms
held open towards the Marshal in a position of supplication.  "You are a great lord, sir, a
far greater lord than I had even believed," he murmured.  "I am honored to be in your
home.  I am your servant, yours to command."  Impatiently, Alexios put his hands under
the boy's arm pits and hoisted him to his feet in one smooth movement.  As awed by
the Marshal's unexpected strength as by the magnificence of his surroundings, Justin
stood with bowed head, trembling slightly.  "No, my young Terran; you are neither
servant nor slave.  Stop prattling those lines that you have been forced to learn under
the boots of lesser men.  You are a proud soldier in a common cause.  You will serve
as my adjutant as soon as I can convince several of my officers to stop sniveling and do
their work!"  With that, he put a finger under Justin's chin and raised his head until they
were staring into each other's eyes.  "Do you understand, ADJUTANT?"  "Yes, SIR,"
the lad said firmly, snapping to attention.  "Now in the few minutes we have before your
contemporaries arrive, let me look at you."

Stepping back two strides, he beheld a handsome youth with dark brown hair cut in
military style and a pair of eyes that looked out at the world with obvious curiosity and
intelligence.  The youngster was a good four inches taller than the average Tacian and
considerably heavier and more muscled.  His broad shoulders and arms bulged with
smooth muscle.  Impossibly clear skin, well tanned, was stretched tightly over his heavy
muscular and skeletal framework.  Solid, well-defined pecs crowned a broad torso
whose abdominal muscles and powerful lower stomach were worthy of the gods.  A
prominent Apollo's girdle, a gracefully curved band of cartilage, separated his upper
from his lower body.  A long, thick penis, no darker than the surrounding flesh, hung
youthfully over a flowing scrotum.  In its depths were cradled two heavy balls, just
visible below the large, partially exposed rose-colored glans that already showed a drop
of moisture at its peak.  Long, muscled legs completed the picture of a warrior of the
Classic Age.  In the Terran fashion, little hair was to be seen on his body below his
eyes.

"Turn towards your right, raising your arms against the post," the Marshal directed, his
throat dry and tight.  From this position, the boy's heavy arm and shoulder muscles, as
well as the proud thrust of his chest and his prominent lateral muscles were even more
gloriously displayed.  The Marshal had all he could do to resist resting his hand on the
rounded buttocks that flowed seamlessly into powerful legs.  It was just as well that he
did, for suddenly a loud knock disturbed the breathless silence.  "Relax, soldier - and,
again, welcome to my home," Alexios murmured.

Walking slowly - almost reluctantly - to the door, Alexios opened the portal and greeted
the four young Tacians who waited respectfully just beyond.  After they had greeted
their host and entered, the Marshal introduced the first boy, Damian, to Justin.  He, in
turn, introduced his cabinmates: Tycho, Eros ("Watch him; he's let his name go to his
head!"), and Tarshi (the largest of the four and a bit rough in both appearance and
manner).  All were the Tacian equivalent of 18 years old.  For a long minute, they just
stared at each other.  Whatever his questions, Justin was just happy to finally meet the
legendary Tacians, especially Tacians of his own age.  The Tacian boys, on the other
hand, were dumbstruck!  Slightly built, they averaged 5'4" or so.  (Reputedly the second
tallest cadet on board, Tarshi was only 5'7"!)  Due to adolescent hormonal imbalances,
their skin was a rather strange light blue in color.  Eros was even darker. Given that
they were all still adolescents, it was their genitals that commanded the greatest
attention.  Whereas the external appearance of their genitals was roughly similar, the
equipment of the blue-skinned foursome was, perhaps, half the size of the average
Terran - and considerably less than that compared with the richly endowed Justin.
Their mouths slightly open, they looked at each other somewhat...helplessly.  With a
slight chuckle, reminding them that the Cadet Mess would soon close, Alexios returned
them to consciousness and got them on their way.

For what seemed to be an eternity, the naked fivesome scrambled through different
color-coded hatchways, climbed up and down ladders, and tried to stay out of the way
of others who always seemed to outrank them and would snarl ferociously at them for
no visible reason.  Whenever a Tacian stopped long enough to notice Justin, the
procession would halt and his guides had to explain what he was and why he was on
their ship.  While the explanation was being given, of course, Justin would be closely,
albeit visually, examined.  In brief, he was a showstopper everywhere he went.

Eventually, they reached the Cadet Mess, a large and relatively noisy compartment in
which several hundred naked young men were busy chowing down.  As they went
through the chow line, piling food on large trays, Damian explained that Tacians ate
very little meat.  That made the surprise even more delightful when one of the cooks
handed Justin a tray that contained a mammoth, beautifully grilled steak.  ("We always
keep a few on board for carnivores!" Tycho chortled.)  He collected a few fresh
vegetables, obviously American, and an apple to complete his meal.  As they made
their way to a table over on the side of the mess hall, silence suddenly descended on
the room.  Everyone had spotted Justin!  Damian simply yelled out that everyone
needed to meet their new friend and fellow cadet, the Terran Justin Lawrence.  A great
howl of welcome went up from the young men who also banged various things on the
metal tables.  All through the meal, boys would come over to the table at which they sat,
say hello, and wish Justin well.  According to Damian, every cadet officer in the hall
stopped by and shook his hand.  (Well, the Tacians didn't shake hands.  Rather they
grasped each other's forearms.  Works just as well...)  He seemed quite proud of his
shipmates.

After they had finished lunch and policed their table, Damian asked Justin if he would
like to see their quarters.  Given his enthusiastic acceptance, they were off again.
Entering a rather small, overly warm compartment on "D" deck (probably the noisiest
and hottest on the ship), Justin found two relatively small double bunk beds with a small
metal table between that folded up against the bulkhead when not in use.  The fourth
wall showed a limited number of drawers, a compact built-in medicine cabinet and
mirror, a door that led to a small closet, and the door to the corridor.  Still, however
humble, it was theirs and they clearly welcomed a couple of hours where they were
relatively free of duties.  Eros dug around under his bunk and came up with two bottles
of a beer that he pronounced the very best on Tacia.  "We can share," he grunted,
handing one bottle to Justin and slapping his bunk by way of inviting their guest to relax.
As a matter of fact, other than being warm, it was damned good and Justin really
enjoyed it as he sprawled on Eros' bunk.  They laughed and joked for a while until, at
one point, Tarshi groaned and asked Damian to work a kink out of his neck.  As Tarshi
sat on Damian's bed, moaning in pleasure, Eros ran his hand up Justin's back and
began massaging his heavy shoulders.  "We could have some fun, you know," he
murmured, "but we don't have to if it's not your thing.  You'll still be our friend, no matter
how it goes."  Justin simply grinned, turned towards Eros who lay close, and kissed him
while running his hand over the young cadet's sturdy blue thigh.  "Wait just one
second," Eros moaned, stood up and, with the help of his buddies, got his mattress
down on the space between the bunks.  Sprawled on the mattress, Justin felt multiple
lips and hands exploring his body as they had obviously wanted to since meeting in the
Marshal's cabin.  His proud torso, his prominent genitals, and his inner thighs received
a thorough exploration, which he returned with mounting passion.

After a few minutes, Eros whispered in his ear, asking him if he enjoyed being rimmed.
"Oh, yeah!" the young Terran laughed and accepted the help of his hosts in turning
over and getting into a good position.  The truth was that Justin had been rimmed
before (a couple of his buddies were experts), but he had never been serviced as he
was now.  God knows how many of the youngsters sucked on his anus that was still
moist and pliable from the earlier lubrication!  (That yellow pill really did the job, he
remembered thinking.)  He knew only that he could feel himself opening up in record
time!  And then, of course, it began...the slow insertion and exploration of a tongue.
Now moaning in heat, the Terran urged it on.  Suddenly, he realized that the tongue
wasn't stopping.  Damn!  Nobody had a tongue that long!  When it reached his prostate,
there was another surprise.  The tongue didn't simply bump the gland, as enjoyable as
that would have been.  Rather, as he began to writhe on the mattress, it felt... and this
was very difficult to describe...it felt as if the tongue inside him had lips and its own tiny
tongue!  God being his witness, it began to lick his prostate gland and sensually stroke
it.  Within seconds, a high-pitched scream broke from Justin's lips and his body, in full
rut, thrust upwards on his arms!  He remembered looking back down the underside of
his body and seeing his obscenely swollen cock.  The fiery red skin looked paper thin
and completely translucent as it fought to contain the flesh that pulsed with increasing
ferocity.  As a monumental orgasm hit him and he spun into unconsciousness, he
sensed that his body was being turned over onto his back.  When he came to, all four
boys were licking up the substantial amount of cum that covered a large part of his
body.  "Wow..." he giggled groggily.  "Wow, yourself!" Eros exclaimed.  "We've got to
know more Earthmen!"

Before another minute passed, the still stunned young Terran saw Tarshi push Eros
aside and flip him back over onto his stomach.  Justin heard him growl at them, "Let a
real Tacian show you how to do it!"  With that, it began anew...the tongue entering the
open anus and slowly snaking up the canal until it reached the prostate.  A light nudge
to the gland caused an aroused Justin to gasp and hold on for what he thought was
coming next.  He was wrong.  The tongue continued its upward journey...into his very
guts...pausing now and then, evidently to taste the area through which it was moving.
Tarshi appeared drunk, moving his head back and forth, mumbling about how it tasted
even better than an Earthman's cum.  Into the stomach... somehow into a vein that
pressed on past various organs until it reached the heart itself...  Slowly it entered.
Justin's head suddenly rose and he let out a violent cry of pain followed by writhing and
then...quiet.  "Tarshi, you idiot!" Damien shouted.  "Didn't you stay awake in
Comparative Anatomy?  They're not built like us!  Don't you know that you've entered
the pump that supplies blood to an Earthman's whole body.  If blocked, the person dies!
Get your damned tongue out of there...now!"  After some signs of effort, the frightened
Tacian blubbered that he couldn't move it and froze.  With a curse, Damien slapped a
button on the wall of the room, resulting in a loud clanging throughout that part of the
ship.  A team of medics had Justin on his way to the infirmary almost immediately.

The young lad awoke in a comfortable bed, the Field Marshal sitting by his side.
"Wha..." he muttered as he came to.  "Not to worry," Marshal Alexios said
encouragingly.  "You're in the finest hospital presently on this planet.  You've had a
most successful operation and all's well."

"They cut me open?" the frightened lad whispered.  Taking a mirror, the Marshal
showed Justin a tiny spot on his chest.  Tacian surgeons are experts in microsurgery,
my young friend.  Their instruments entered your body through that small wound and
repaired minor damage to your heart.  You're going to be fine in a couple of days.
We've already asked permission of your officers for you to remain on the ship until you
are ready to return to duty."

Still in a state of confusion and fear, Justin asked about his new friends.  "Don't worry
about that," Alexios stated firmly.  They are already in the ship's brig.  Tarshi will go
before a court-martial and could face serious penalties before receiving a dishonorable
discharge; his fellow cadets will be immediately cashiered from the Tacian Armed
Forces."  "Oh, no, Field Marshal...please!  I was just as involved as they," whimpered a
shocked young Terran.  Thinking back over his courses, he asked, "Do the Tacian
Armed Forces have a custom anything like ours that says that a foreign visitor may
request amnesty for his host's nationals when on a formal visit?"  "We may," replied
Alexios, "but I doubt that it would apply in this case.  If it did, it would demand the
approval of the ship's senior officers.  We might even have to wait for approval from
Tacia.  We shall see.  Rest easy now, Justin.  Everything's going to work out."

Within twenty-four hours, the Tacian government had not only approved the amnesty
for their four cadets, but ordered the Captain of the Orestes publicly to praise Justin as
a "model of concern for one's allies".  The Captain and the Field Marshal actually met
over a drink and shook their heads, wishing that all potentially messy situations could
be cleared up so simply!

Seen off by his grateful young friends and many new ones, Justin soon returned to his
duties.  His Adjutant service with Marshal Alexios would have to await another day.  He
did wonder about the skill of Tacian surgeons.  If they were that good, shouldn't it be
possible to transplant one of those tongues into his mouth...at least one long enough to
reach the prostate?  Maybe that's what he should have requested!


(To Be Continued)