Space Force

After a great shower, we requested dinner. One box with a dry sandwich and two bottles of water arrived. I requested to speak with the person in charge, but after receiving no response, I sent a video message to General Tarkin.

I got an answer within five minutes. He would be meeting with us tomorrow. Plan for 900 hours, the message read, unless delayed by weather or pressing matters.

“What other pressing issues would supersede this one?” Jake asked. There was a knock at the door.

“I’m not sure,” I admitted. “But we need to figure out why anyone would want Tamara dead.”

Jake opened the door, and an MP handed him two medium-sized boxes with two bottles of root beer. We heard the door locked behind him. Dropping the bottles in my lap, he opened the box to find a fresh salad, a thick slice of hot ham, sliced apples, and a pudding cup. “Looks like my man has some clout.”

We ate the meal and turned our attention to your assignment. I reviewed it, took some notes, and got caught up with my personal logs. I went back and reviewed my notes. Once that was done, I began reading a selection dealing with interstellar navigation. I found the subject fascinating, and I got a new notebook to begin sketching the system to help me visualize it in my head. I must have been well into it because I didn’t hear the knock at the door to mark the arrival of dinner.

Jake sat next to me as we opened our boxes. We had what appeared to be chicken alfredo with angel hair pasta, broccoli, a mix of fresh pears and peaches (not a combination I’d pick), and Jello for dessert. I would have preferred about three times the amount of Jello. Jake ate his without an ‘mmm’ or a ‘yuck’ so I wasn’t sure about his preferences.

“I’ve read the entire Survival manual, and it’s nothing I haven’t heard before.”

“Then I’m in good hands,” I smiled.

“I think we should practice.”

“I’ve got a kink in my neck from reading. I think a hot shower is in order. That’ll allow you to show me those good hands. How about a movie? We can get under the covers and watch together.”

“As long as I’m with you, I’m good,” was Jason’s answer. He finished his Jello, chewed on the last bit of broccoli, and he was finished. He put the remains of the box in the slot marked trash and stood in front of me as I took my last bites of Jello. He removed his shirt.

I used my free hand to rub up and down his stomach and chest. He held my hand against his nipple, and I pinch it ever so slightly. I heard him breathe in sharply. “Will you make love to me after the movie?”

“As many times as you want.”

Jake pulled his pants off, turned around, and grabbed his ankles without any effort. “Fuck me now.”

I stood up, pushed my pants to my knees, and wet his ass with my spit. I pushed my dick in. It seemed to slide in more easily today. I added a little more saliva and thrust.

Jake grunted.

“I want you to take me hard, Jason. Fuck me hard and fast.”

I began to piston him. I thought only of my dick and how it felt. He kept squeezing down on my cock. I grab his hips and piston more quickly.

I could tell Jake had clenched his teeth. “Fuck, yeah. Do me, baby.”

It didn’t take me long to come with talk like that along with the vise holding my dick. I slammed into him and shot a load.

“Jake, you’re a vampire. You suck my life juices out with your ass.”

Jake laughed. “Kick the rest of your clothes off and let’s clean up.”

I obeyed him and we were in the shower with hot water cascading down. Jake’s hands massaged my back with his hands as they also lathered the body wash over me. I could have remained here for the rest of my life. The warmth of the water, and the gentleness of his hands. When he pulled me close to him, his penis, regardless of its size, poked my ass cheeks. It was his hardness, and not his size, that excited me. Knowing that he was excited turned me on. I wanted him to penetrate me, and I told him. I let him know there was no pressure, but I reminded him that I wanted to try, and he promised to let me know when he was ready.

We found ourselves snuggling in my bed after the shower. Jake whispered in my ear that he had done a little research. “I want to stimulate your prostate with my finger.”

The look in his eyes told me how much he cared about me, and we started kissing rather passionately. At one point, he started to suck on my chin, and then my neck. Jake moved on to my collar bone. I felt myself ooze precum as he kissed the skin over my clavicle. He began to suck my nipples and his hand moved down to my dick. All of a sudden, he was sucking my dick and rubbing his finger over my hole. I wanted him to plunge his finger into me, but he kept teasing by rubbing his fingertip around and around.

He drove me to the point that I wanted to grab him and shove his hand up inside me. Instead, he sent a finger into me. It wasn’t any old finger, it was one with the knowledge of my interior anatomy. Before long, his finger was rubbing the magic place and I was dumping seed into his mouth. He slid off and moved up next to me. The kiss he gave was a wet one. I could taste my own cum.

“Jason.”

“Jake.”

And then we held one another until sleep overtook up.

When we awoke the next morning, the uncertainty of the meeting with General Tarkin hung in the air. “No matter what,” I whispered to Jason, “volunteer nothing.”

He nodded.

“We’ve told the truth, we have to hope everything works out. Just be prudent.”

“I will, baby,” Jake replied. “Don’t worry.” We headed to breakfast in the conference room.

But worry was my middle name, and I was an expert at it.