by Mark Alders
"What happened?"
Emerson shook his head. "He couldn't even get hard for a start, let alone stand up straight. It was like trying to work with one of those animated cadavers the medical students use to practice on." He then used his thumb and index finger to indicate the small size of his ex-boyfriend's dick. There wasn't much gap, and Ely couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh, my God, that's terrible." Ely sipped from his glass in time with Emerson, realising he was doing so and not caring about it either. Imitation was the best form of flattery, after all. The ale was good, and so was Emerson's company. Many times, Emerson brushed his hand across Ely's, so tender and caring, staring deep and long into his eyes as he did so.
"That's not the worst of it. When I finally got him so he was useable and my jaw ached unlike anything I'd ever experienced in my life, he crawled on top of me and fell asleep. Not even a penetration. Took me ages to get the useless lump off me."
Ely's eyes widened. So Emerson was a bottom? How delicious. "I bet you dumped him quick smart after that."
"I didn't get a chance. Came on board the Mandrake and been lonely ever since. He keeps trying to contact me, saying he's sorry and blah, blah, but really, after his lack of effort, I don't think he's the one for me even though I thought about getting back with him so many times. It's lonely--"
Ely squeezed Emerson's hand, a gesture of reassurance. "You're not alone any more, Sonny. And I can tell you right now I won't get drunk and fall asleep on you while we're making love, and that's a promise."
"You're just saying that because you want a fuck." Again, Emerson didn't sound malicious with his words, but with a gentle, kind tone that Ely found dead sexy.
"I sure do. Who wouldn't want to have you? Besides, one fuck can lead to another and another…and then…well, we'll take it one step at a time, shall we?"
"You're so handsome, Ely." Emerson got up from his seat, pulling Ely up with him. "I think we should go somewhere more private."
"You took the words right out of my mouth. Let me just go pay for the drinks, I'll be with you in a tick."
Emerson nodded, heading for the entrance.
Moments later, hand in hand, Ely and Emerson were walking down the corridor toward the lift. "We'll go to my cabin. I've been allocated single quarters, no share," Emerson said.
"You have?"
"Yeah, all science staff have been. It's a kind of done thing, I suppose. At any rate, we'll be alone."
Ely liked the sound of that. His quarters would have been an interesting choice. He couldn't imagine anything worse than trying to seduce a new date into some amorous action between the sheets with Braden groaning in the other room while he ploughed himself with his dildo.
"Here we are." The door to room 210 was unlocked with Emerson's deft hand on the touch pad, the invitation to enter more than welcome. When Ely passed him, he leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek.
That was all the encouragement Ely needed. He grabbed Emerson around his waist and pulled him into the cabin. The lights went on automatically, so no rummaging around in the dark to find the sofa.
Moments later, Ely was at Emerson's lips, pressing hard and sending in his tongue. A burst of taste struck him, a mild tang with a hint of sweetness and Starsparkle ale.
When parted, Emerson's lips glistening with their effort, Ely asked, "How far do you want to go?" He ran his hands down Emerson's back, going under the material of his shirt, feeling his welcome heat against his own touch. Ely groaned, pulling Emerson in closer, pressing his groin against his own.
Emerson gasped, his lips a quiver, his eyes a sparkle that could outshine any star. "All the way."
Chapter Three
"All the way it is," Ely said.
"Um…I don't want to kill the mood, but have you got the skin seal?" Emerson asked when Ely pulled his shirt apart so he could feast his gaze on his chest and stomach. The sight was wonderful. Yes, Emerson was skinny, his skin and muscle only a scant covering for his ribs and hipbones. But he was so smooth. Not a blemish on him. Not even a mole or a scar. The best part of all was that his nipples were aroused and red. A definite sign of his interest.
Ely had the urge to rove his tongue all over his skin, lick and nibble those beautiful nipples that looked like sensual beacons on a field of snow. Before he did so, he replied, "No. Have you?" Emerson sat up, forcing Ely to sit up with him. He wanted to get on with it, and the sofa was a good a place as any. "What's the matter?" Ely questioned, one hand tugging on Emerson's trouser waist.
"Why is it always up to the bottom to provide the protection?"
Ely was taken aback. Was this now a no-go situation because he had forgotten to bring his can of skin seal? How stupid was he? The military gave the stuff out by the crate load. He had at least a dozen canisters in his quarters. And what with the new, slim line design, no one would have noticed it in his pocket.
"I…I…" Ely stammered, clambering off Emerson. The sight of him was still so arousing, but the man was right. Ely wanted to retain his positive health check record. Such a thing meant that he could continue to be assigned missions, work in places where others may not have an opportunity to do so, such as on board the Mandrake. The military required all their personnel to be in peak condition. Random tests were common.
Emerson smiled, got up off the sofa and took Ely's hand. "Lucky I have some then, isn't it?"
Ely sighed relief. "For a moment there I thought--never mind." He drew Emerson close again, lavishing him with more kisses. "Now, where were we?"
"Right about here." Emerson pulled him toward the first available door. It was his bedroom. The cot looked so enticing. But Ely knew it would be even more so when Emerson was lying naked upon it.
Both of them stood above the bed. Ely unzipped Emerson's trousers and they fell away with ease. He kicked them away. The man was wearing briefs and the bulge was something to be seen to be believed. Ely didn't need an imagination to know that Emerson was both excited and well hung.
When he sat down on the end of the cot, moving Emerson so his groin was at eye level, he slipped his fingers under the elastic band of the briefs. Seconds later, and with a gasp that took his breath away, Emerson's cock was freed from it cloth prison.
"By the Great Red Spot of Jupiter, you're fucking massive." Ely spoke the truth. Emerson was, without doubt, the largest guy he had ever seen in real life. By the old scale, he'd say an easy eight inches, if not more. Tackling it would be interesting and fun, to say the least.
Emerson had a smile on his face that couldn't be wiped away in a million years, he'd bet his left nut on that. The man sure was proud of what he was endowed with. What's more he had nice ripe balls that hung beautifully beneath the monster. Ely cupped them, feeling their weight. They were warm. But not as warm as what his cock would be, Ely imagined. It was so hard now that it had been given some air, veins bulging, that his foreskin retracted of its own accord. His head a shiny, healthy pink and ever so inviting. Ely couldn't wait to take him into his mouth, get him in a begging mood for a good hard fucking.
Before Ely could bring his lips to his lover's cock, start to lick the pre-cum that oozed from his piss slit, Emerson placed his hand under Ely's chin in the universal gesture for him to get up onto his feet.
"What's the matter?" Ely asked, again worried by how Emerson did things and whether or not he'd done something wrong. Panic turned his stomach's butterflies into a storm that made him feel nauseous.
"I want to see you naked, too. I know what I look like."
Ely smiled and kissed him, sending in his tongue, chasing and dancing with Emerson's for the longest time. When parted, Ely let him take off his clothes. He was as hard as he'd ever be, and needed to get the restricting cloth off him, anyway.
Emerson gasped when he had disrobed Ely, pulling on the root of his dick so that his foreskin could reveal his bulging, wet with pre-cum, head. "You've got a massive dick, too." He then pushed Ely onto the bed, tickling him in the process.
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bsp; Soon the cabin was filled with laughter as they both rolled around on the bed, naked and without a care. The cot springs creaking. In a natural pause in their fun, Ely sat up, cross-legged. He took Emerson's hands, looked him in the eye, and said, "Mine's nowhere near as big as yours. You're so beautiful, Sonny, and I'm glad we got together."
Emerson seemed to enjoy the compliment. His cheeks were as blushed and red as his head. He leaned over and opened his top drawer. "There's only one way to find out."
Before Ely could add another word to the conversation, Emerson had pulled out an electronic tape measure, a canister of skin seal, lubricant, the warming variety, and a dildo, the latest silicon model complete with realistic, veins, balls and foreskin. Ely couldn't believe his eyes. "What else you got in there?"
Emerson winked, and with a chuckle said, "Who ever said sex has to be serious. I like to have fun, and now I don't have to do it with myself, do I?"
Again, Ely was amazed by the way Emerson did things. The guy sure was different. Perhaps that was the attraction he sensed in him in the first place. Whatever the reason, Ely know knew without doubt that his times with Emerson wouldn't be normal in the vanilla sense of the word. Glancing over to the open, top drawer confirmed his suspicions. There was a butt plug or two, a fleshjack and at least a dozen different types of cock rings, some with mechanical vibration, some without.
Ely was about to mention that Emerson was one kinky son-of-a-bitch, when the tape measure was activated and the starting point placed at the base of Ely's dick.
"Now, let's see, you're as hard as you can be, aren't you?" Emerson was careful to make sure Ely's pubes didn't interfere with the reading, running his fingers over his length to both tease and help the device. He even did all of this with his tongue poking out from the corner of his lips, deep in concentration. Fuck, he was damn cute.
"Yeah, I'm as hard as I'm ever going to be. Can you blame me? I'm all naked and in the handsomest man's bed on the whole ship."
"Do you want the result in metric or imperial?" Emerson said, again with a chuckle. Ely knew he was enjoying this.
"Imperial. Dicks should always be measured in inches, it's tradition."
Emerson took away the electronic measure. "You're eight inches. Told you, you're a monster. Now, measure me."
Although, Ely would bet his left nut that Emerson already knew his own length, the tape in his top drawer proof of that. Ely smiled. He couldn't help but be swept away by the mood of sheer fun and enthusiasm Emerson had created in such a short space of time. While Ely calibrated the measure for a reading, Emerson placed the skin seal can, lube and dildo next to him on the cot.
Ely decided to tease Emerson while he measured, fondling him, running his finger across his frenulum and down the length of his shaft. He then cupped his balls just to watch Emerson's stomach quiver. Within minutes of this, his cock was dripping with more pre-cum. That smile still planted firmly on his lips.
"My, you're nine and a half inches. Beats me hands down."
Emerson leaned over and kissed Ely, pushing him back down onto the cot, a loud creak accompanying the action. A moment was spent getting their limbs untangled and then tangled again.
Ely, underneath Emerson, ran his hand across the bed clothes to try and find the skin seal. He struck something and grabbed it. Success. "Let me just spray this on and we can continue, all right?"
Emerson nodded, coming off Ely so he could put on his protection. Pulling on the root of his cock, making sure all of the inner lining of his foreskin was exposed along his length, Ely sprayed the contents of the can over himself. Thank goodness, Emerson had kept the stuff at room temperature. Nothing worse than cold skin seal.
A second later, the white sheen that had been sprayed onto his dick had been absorbed into his skin. The agent reacting with his cells to create a barrier against any sort of nasty. Even when he would inevitably cum, and Ely was close to that right now, the skin seal would stretch to form a bubble at the end of his piss slit, capturing it. Removing the seal was easy, from the base of the cock, roll the finger up the length, the seal would then come away, able to be dispensed.
Ely was ready.
He grabbed Emerson by his waist, coming so that he was on top of him, the opening of his legs all the invitation he needed to proceed. "You ever dildoed a guy while you've made love to him, Ely?"
Ely had to admit he hadn't. "No."
"Let me show you. It's mind blowing."
With that, Emerson took up the rather realistic looking toy and applied lube in generous quantities all over it, covering Ely's erection as well. Ely couldn't help but think of Braden in his cabin earlier. Was the dildo similar to the one Emerson had? Then again, it wasn't like he had got up close to see it, most of it was sunk into Braden's arsehole.
When Emerson had finished lubricating everything he needed to, he offered it to Ely and laid back, opening his legs wider. "Whatever you do, don't use it like a weapon. Tease me with it. Massage the edge of my hole and do gentle insertions. Remember, you're preparing me for the real thing, getting me loose so you can slip in easy."
"Sure thing." Ely feasted his gaze on Emerson's beautiful pink arsehole, nicely framed with hair, too.
"I so want you, Ely, I really do."
Talk like that got Ely worked up even more. He could feel the pangs of ecstasy ripple up through his body from his now tight balls. Emerson was a caring and gentle man, and sharing this experience with him reinforced that in Ely's mind.
"I have a better idea." Ely got up onto his knees.
"You do?"
"Get up so you're on all fours. I want to lick your sweet hole as well."
Emerson's smile beamed. "Now you're talking."
"I bet you and Braden would have a ball together." Ely retracted the dildo's foreskin, running his finger along the slit. It did feel realistic. "He's so hot when he uses one of these."
The smile was wiped from Emerson's lips. "What did you say?"
It was in that moment Ely realised he had just said the most stupid thing he could have ever said to a guy while in his bed and sharing and deep and sexual experience. The last place anyone would want to hear about anyone else was when being intimate. The only way he could have made this worse would have been to call out Braden's name in a fit of passion while fucking Emerson.
Ely was frozen to the spot. Holding the dildo now felt uncomfortable and, he had to admit, ridiculous. "I-I--"
Emerson sat up, pulling the bed clothes over himself to cover his nakedness, folding his arms to complete the picture of disapproval Ely had just graced him with. "So you're thinking of Braden while you're with me, Ely? You said I was handsome and…did you lie? Does he do it more for you than I do? How could you? I feel…I feel used and--just get out. Get out and leave me alone."
"But, Sonny, I--"
Emerson's eyes were filled with tears, his emotion flowing over to affect his voice, which was now hoarse and filled with disappointment. "Don't…call me…that."
Ely got up off the bed and gathered his clothes, not bothering to remove the skin seal off his now flaccid cock. The stuff would be absorbed completely and harmlessly into his bloodstream in a few hours, anyway. He just had to remember he had it on if he needed to piss before then. "I'm sorry, Emerson. I really am. I didn't mean anything I said--"
"So…you do…lie, then? I'm not…handsome to you, am I? I'm just a…fuck, nothing more and nothing less. And even though I opened up my heart and shared with you my inner most desires, that wasn't…wasn't good enough for you, was it?"
"No--I mean, yes. Oh, I…I want you so bad, Emerson. I really do."
Emerson didn't reply. He had hidden his face from view. If Ely didn't know any better, he'd swear the man was crying. In that moment, he felt worse than the lowest form of life that had crawled up out of the mud at the dawn of Earth's history.
When dressed, he left room 210. His chances blown with the most interesting guy, both in personality and charm, he had ever met. And yes, he was
handsome, too. Ely could kick himself right now.
Chapter Four
Ely found himself at the viewing lounge where he had bought Emerson the drink that started tonight's disaster. He didn't fancy going to his cabin. The sight of Braden right now would be too much to bear considering the circumstances. He needed a drink. His throat was tight and his stomach churned. More from anger at himself than anything, but still. A good shot of alcohol would help numb the pain.
"What you havin', sugar?" Lily asked, coming up to him and sliding her hand over to his. Her touch was warm. "You look like you just lost the world. Nothin' to do with that tasty bit of scientist you had in here earlier?"
She was in her late thirties, but somewhat easy on the eyes for a woman. She was the owner of the lounge, one of the many who bought into the space the military contracted out on their vessels. Sure, meals were free in the mess, but no matter what, a good drink, one paid for with the toil of work, always seemed to be more rewarding.
Ely nodded. "It has, and I was such an arse. No, I was worse than that. I had it all, a guy who was special and different and funny and…I blew it, Lily. Big time. I fucking blew the best thing I've had in--ah, I bet you don't want to hear my sob story. Bet you get an earful around here."
Lily offered a smile. "You're my favourite cadet, Ely, what with keepin' the ship steady and true. I always got time and an ear for you. Now, what you having? On the house."
"Thanks." Ely offered a quivering smile in return. "Something strong."
"How about a Callisto Cum Burst."
"Sounds like my sort of drink."
"I knew you'd say that." She produced a tall, thin bottle. The fluid inside it was multi layered, a heavier cream coloured substance underneath a clear top one. Ely would bet his left nut that the bottom part was the cum burst of the drink's title. "Some have said it's like gobbing down the real thing. Although, I do suspect the ones who have said that are complete raving virgins."
