Space Force

Jake’s strong yet gentle hands dried the water from my skin. With the taste of his semen still in my mouth, I kissed him with each opportunity. His smiling countenance occasionally changed as his emotions seemed to overwhelm him. I took a towel and dried his back. I took the opportunity to slip my hand between his cheeks and lightly massage his tight pucker.

Once we were dry, we slid between the sheets of my bed. Life truly had changed direction for me. Last week, I was anxiously anticipating my new partner and wondering how well we would work together. Now, my new partner lay naked beside me at the beginning of our personal and professional journey. I moved my hand to run a finger down his jawline. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Jason, I am in awe of you. I could tell when I first met you that you were an awesome dude. Smart and caring. I was hoping we could be really good friends. But now I get more than that.”

“Friendship is just a start for us. I think we’re really lucky. The goal of being on Project Argos has brought us together. It hasn’t taken us long to be friends and…”

“Lovers?”

I nodded, “and lovers, too. Plus, we’re going to make the cut to be on that ship.”

“Can we be in hypersleep in the same pod?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen the final design for the hypersleep pods. I’m not sure when our training for them will happen.”

“I guess it doesn’t matter,” said Jake. “I know I’ll dream about you even if I’m not next to you.”

I felt his fingers wrap around my penis. The blood rushed away from my brain, and my dick began to harden.

Jake chuckled. “What’s your favorite thing to do with your penis?”

“You mean when I’m alone or when I’m with my new partner?”

Jake made his mouth curl up on the sides in the same way the Grinch from Dr. Seuss did. “My mind is running wild now, but I mean you, me, and…” He glanced down toward my crotch, “ your dick.”

“Are you turning red?” I asked. He was. “Baby, you are so cute.” I kissed his chin. Hands pulled me on top of him; I moved my legs until I was between his. “Talk to me. Tell me what you want. You can, you know.”

“I… just…”

I put my arms under his knees and pulled them up. Our crotches now rubbed together. Jake sucked a little air into him. “It feels good, doesn’t it.”

“Yeah.”

“Whenever you want that, tell me that you want it. Did you like it when I sucked your dick?”

“Of course I did. It was incredible.”

“I’ll do it every time you ask. Just say, ‘Jason, I want you to suck me.’” I kissed him with my open mouth. “Do you want me to suck you again?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you have to tell me. I want to. I want to have you in my mouth. I want to play with your cock with my tongue. Oh, I want you to cum in my mouth; I want to swallow your load. I want your seed to become part of me.” I paused. “But you have to ask; you have to tell me that you want it.”

“Jason, don’t tease me.”

I bumped my nose across his; then I kissed his nipple and ran my tongue across it.

“Suck me, Jason. Suck me now.”

I slid down and sucked his cock into my mouth. It stiffened immediately. I ran my tongue from his ball sack and up the shaft and circled the head. Jake moved rhythmically beneath me. He grabbed his knees and pulled them farther apart. I could tell he was trying to hold back, so I began to suck harder. He ejaculated so hard that the stream ran down my throat without my having to swallow.

“You’ve taken me inside you twice now. I need you inside me. I want you to breed my hole.”

I grabbed my spare pillow and pushed it under his lower back. With his legs still spread, I had a perfect view of his hairy hole. I collected spit and a little of his semen that I still had not swallowed, and I lubed that hole. I slipped a finger inside, forcing Jake to gasp. “Relax, baby; don’t grab my finger. Let it slide inside you. I’m getting you ready for my dick.”

“Nobody’s been in me before. You’re my first, and you’ll be my only.”

Had I not realized until that moment that Jake was my match? He truly was the one man for me. “I love you, Jake.” I wet the head of my dick. “I love you with all of my heart.” I pushed the head of my cock inside him.

“Oh, fuck. That’s a rush.”

“I’m inside you, Jake. We’re physically joined together.”

“The two become one. I love you, Jason.”

I leaned forward. My penis pushed into him a little farther. He gasped slightly, and then we kissed. I slowly tilted my hips back and forth, and he let me inside a little more deeply with each gentle thrust. As I reached the zenith of my insertion, Jake began to suck on my tongue. The intensity of the oral pleasure and the incredibly wonderful pressure of his tunnel on my cock gave me the feeling that I was floating. The rhythm of our fucking slowly increased. The animal grunts from Jake coupled with my groans as I pushed in and reached the limit of ingress increased in volume. Jake began to beg me to fuck him harder and faster. I felt myself nearing climax; I tried to hold back. I wanted to slide in and out of him all night when suddenly I tensed as I never had before. Ropes of semen were forced from my body deep into him. With the last ejaculation, I looked down and met his eyes.

Both of us remained speechless. I hoped his first time was all that he had ever hoped it could be. As for me, my previous encounters paled in comparison to this, and I slowly lowered myself.

“Hold me, Jason.” I did, and he held me, sleep overtook us, and when we awoke the next morning, we were still holding each other.

A banging at the door woke us. Jake got up and grabbed a towel we had left on his bed. He covered himself and went to the door. I sat up and made sure the covers didn’t expose me. I realized I was sitting in a wet spot, and it made me smile.

The voice on the other side said, “Security.” As the door opened, a man and a woman in security uniforms pushed into the room. The man grabbed Jake and pulled him away. Once the door was closed, the woman told me her name, Enlisted Debra Wingham, E-4.

“Your partner’s been taken in for questioning. Officer Sinclair was murdered last night. And surveillance shows that he was the only person not in his bed.”

I looked over at the bed next to mine, still made from the day before. How did they know he wasn’t in it? I asked myself. Surely if they are spying on us in here, they saw the two of us in the same bed. Was this some sort of game?

“What time did he get back?”

“He never left,” I told her.

“So you were awake the entire night?”

“No.” Fuck, what should I volunteer? Am I going to be questioned as well? If they’re so certain that he’s involved, do they think that I’m part of it? Sinclair dead. So many things happening so fast. How could they think Jake was involved? I looked over at the other bed. I got a bad feeling.