ISS3: Contact (scifi)
by J_Alexander
When you live in close quarters with people, you tend to get to know them pretty well. And the quarters of International Space Station Three, where Captain Rick Dayne was stationed, were pretty cramped.
There were five total crew members, all male. Command had decided that sending a woman out to live in the miserably tight space with four men wouldn’t have ended all that well, for her.
Rick Dayne represented the Global Department of Defense. He’d been hand-picked from dozens of applicants to oversee the weapons projects being developed near Saturn for the war. He was tall, strong, and handsome, able to get the job done, while also being a perfect poster boy for the war effort. So the Department had slapped his gorgeous face on every enlistment poster they could print.
It was true that he was a prime specimen of manhood. He kept his dark hair short and neat, and his body in top shape. He exercised a lot, which led to his bulging arms, and sculpted chest (impressive pecs and a sharp six-pack). His legs were well-developed from lots of running, but what swung between them was most impressive. A nine-inch monster, thick as a soda can, complemented by a pair of massive, heavy balls.
The other men on the station were his good friends. They all had nicknames, just to keep things light and easy. Rick was called “Cap”, and John Edwards was called “Eagle”, because he had two jobs. He worked in the weapons labs on organic materials, and he was also the station’s pilot. If they needed to move the station, or detach in one of their two shuttles, he would be driving. John and Rick had been assigned missions together before, and John was his second in command. Rick had had many secret fantasies about crawling into his friend’s bunk before, but had never acted on it, instead jerking off to the thought of John’s ripped muscular frame.
Rick climbed up the tunnel to the weapons lab and saw Eagle standing behind a massive gun, facing out a window at the rings of Saturn.
“Good morning, Cap.”
“Morning. How’s the organic…thing?”
“The S-cannon I’ve been working on for months? Pretty good. I’m getting the targeting system nailed down.”
With that, a red circle appeared on the window’s screen and highlighted one of the rocks in Saturn’s ring. Eagle fired the cannon, sending a glob of material flying out into space. As Rick watched, it hit the highlighted rock and within seconds, the rock had vanished.
“Nice shot. What happened to it?”
“The organic nanites analyze what they come into contact with and change their form to devour it.”
“Wouldn’t that destroy everything? What stops them from eating?” Rick asked.
“Well, that’s the beauty. They can only change their form once, so those nanites will be attuned to that specific kind of rock until they die.”
“They can die?”
“Why are you asking?” John said, scribbling on his notepad.
“In case there’s an emergency or something. I like to be prepared. I mean, what if some unchanged nanites came into contact with the hull?”
“I see your point. Well, again, they’re organic robots, so any normal EMP device should wreak havoc on ‘em.”
“I’ll have to test that sometime. Can you send me a small sample?”
Just then there was a loud jarring clunk and an alarm buzzer sounded.
“Okay, lock down your nanites. I’m going to find out what the devil is going on. Get me that sample.” Rick said, jumping down the tunnel and landing in the central hub corridor.
“KNUT! WHAT HAPPENED?”
Chris “Knut” Kant was the youngest of all of them. He had been in cryo for the trip out, so he was biologically only eighteen. Just enlisted, but was one of the best mechanics on or off-world. So he’d been sent here, to help with any technical problems they had. Rick often thought about pinning him down and fucking his hot twink ass. He had a youthful look while still being toned and deliciously muscular as only eighteen-year-olds can be. And as an added bonus, when he got some oil or grease on his arms or face…damn, he made a hot grease-monkey.
“Nothing major, sir, just the air circulation kicking out. I’m replacing the belt here.” Came his voice from the direction of the life support module.
“Is everything okay?” Rick asked. There was no immediate answer. “CHRIS?”
“Yep, sir, it’s fine. Fixed. Dandy.”
Knut finally emerged from the life support section, wearing loose cargo pants and a tank top which stretched over his young bulging pecs and emphasized his muscular arms.
“Anything else I can do for you, Cap?”
Rick took a deep breath and said, “Nothing. Good work.”
As Rick departed, Knut said, “You look stressed, Cap, maybe you should see the Doc.”
The fourth member of the crew was what had once been Russian. Once humanity had reached out once more into space, and found malevolent life there, the countries of earth had joined together, becoming a global force. Still, Alexander “Doc” Meisnov was a certified genius. He was the medical officer on ISS3 as well as the cook, and often joined Rick on his workouts. He spoke English fairly well, and Rick enjoyed his company. Doc was probably the oldest among them at thirty-seven.
As Rick entered the Medical center, Doc looked up and smiled. “Good morning, Cap. How can I help you?”
“Do you have anything for stress?”
“Stress? Yes, but let me look you over first. It’s about time for your physical anyway.”
“Come on, Doc, you know I’m fine-”
“This is an order, Captain. Sit on the table and take off your shirt.”
Rick sighed and did as he was told. Meisnov listened to his heart, and Rick closed his eyes, breathing deeply and feeling Doc’s fingers brush gently against his skin, along with the coldness of the stethoscope.
“Have you been eating your assigned regimen?”
“Yes. All the usual proteins and vitamins. You should know, you cook it.”
“Perhaps it’s the workouts, and your blood pressure. You know space has an effect on that.”
“No, this has been a recent thing.”
Doc hesitated.
“What?” Rick asked. “Come on, Alexander, what is it?”
“Have you been sexually active with any members of the crew?”
Rick gasped, and then laughed. “Doc, I haven’t had any relief from anyone but myself since I got here.”
“Alright, then. Keep doing that, by the way. It may help. I’ll also proscribe you some pills. And get some rest. Not much happens out here, so I doubt it’d be awful if you took a day off.”
Rick chuckled, pulling his shirt back on. “Thanks, Doc.”
He was about to leave when he ducked back in, “Hey Doc, have you seen Ethan today?”
“No, sir. He may be sleeping. Sometimes he and Eagle like to take rotating shifts instead of working together all the time.”
“Okay. I’ll let him sleep then.”
“Go get some yourself.”
Departing with a smile, he headed back to his quarters, thinking about Ethan. He was their latest crew member, another weapons specialist. He was Eagle’s assistant in the lab. Ethan had studied the hostiles on the war front, and knew their strategies. So he was a soldier, and acted like one, too. He was young, about twenty-two, and pumped weights just like the rest of them. His blonde hair was also kept short, but it had an appealing curl to it, and his frame was more slim. Still, at 6’2” and 164 pounds, he looked divine. Instead of a six-pack, he sported a cut eight-pack which formed a ‘v’ pointing right down at his large cock.
Ethan was the only one who Rick had actually seen naked, because when their water recycling broke down for a few days, they had volunteered to shower together. Being military men, it wasn’t a big deal. Still, Rick couldn’t help scoping out the younger man’s hot stud body.
Smiling to himself, Rick passed Eagle on the way to his room. Eagle said, “Hey, I left the sample of nanites you asked for in your room.”
“Thanks,” Rick grunted.
Walking faster and faster, Rick dodged into his room and slid the door shut, finally happy for some alone time. Fumbling with his buttons, he slipped his stiff shirt off and dropped it to the floor, soon followed by the tank underneath. Bare-chested, he strode over to his bunk, pulling off his boots to free his feet. Urgently now, he undid his pants and shucked them, along with his underwear. Finally he was standing completely naked. His hands wandered instinctively to his exposed member, first gripping it firmly, and then stroking it lovingly. Rick sighed in relief, tossing his head back and enjoying the feel of his warm palms caressing his nine-inch stiff veiny hot cock.
He pictured Ethan’s hands jerking his tool and sped up his pace a little. When he started to leak precum, his vision switched to the twink, Knut, greasing up his pole with his palms.
His cock was making wet slapping sounds as his hands’ movement caused his huge balls to collide with his thighs and the back of his hand. His cock was shining now, wet with massive amounts of precum. Finally he imagined John lowering his mouth over the big knobby head and sucking on the tip. Rick gasped aloud as his hands sped up even more. He couldn’t stop now, he was so close. Finally, his balls tightened and he knew the time had come. His cock tightened and jerked, and Rick let out one word: “JOHN” as he came. His cum spewed forth like a geyser, in wet sticky strings. Some of it drizzled across his abs, his hands were covered in it, dripping onto the floor.
What Rick didn’t know, was that one gob of his hot, salty essence had landed on the rim of a small petri dish, sliding inside slowly, where it met what looked like a fine white powder. It hissed as the drop of cum touched it, and then turned into a silver liquid that looked like mercury.
And then the nanites began to feed.
Sighing with relief at his release, Rick found a towel, dampened it in the sink, and cleaned himself up. Then, still naked, he climbed into his bunk and let his tired eyelids close.
The mercurial liquid soon devoured the drop of cum in the petri dish. But the smell remained in the air, so it changed its form, hundreds of thousands of nanites working together to form tiny legs, so that it could climb out of the dish in search of its new sustenance. Skittering quickly across the desk, it dropped to the floor, and happened across a stray orb. Greedily, the swarm devoured that too, and reinvigorated, the nanites reproduced more of themselves. The insect-like glob of silver grew larger.
Sensing more of the life-giving essence nearby, it scuttled over to the laundry, where the towel lay disposed.
Jumping with glee, the being swarmed over the towel, sucking every molecule dry and multiplying, multiplying, multiplying. When the towel was completely drained of Rick’s hot sticky cum, the swarm was about the size of a turtle.
And it was hungry.
Using its delicate, tendril-like legs, the swarm of nanites climbed out of the laundry and scanned the room. The source of the nectar was nearby, recumbent on the bunk. Excited at the prospect of more food, the swarm made its way over to the sleeping captain and crawled on top of him carefully. It examined his hairy balls and his large, thick member. It didn’t want to destroy the source of the substance, but it definitely wanted more.
Crawling up the wall, the swarm accessed the computer panel to find the man’s records. It spent a long time there, absorbing all it could about the creature and his race. The swarm was very excited when it learned about reproduction and how there were others of this race on the station. It must have them all.
Educated, the swarm crawled back over to the sleeping man’s genitals and reformed its shape again. It became a thin sheath that completely encased the man’s large hot shaft and balls. Then it began to hum, vibrating itself to send sensations rolling up and down the Captain’s cock and balls.
Immediately there was a response. Rick shifted in his sleep and moaned aloud, and his manhood grew to its full nine-inch long height. The nanites adapted and kept stimulating him. Soon Rick was writhing on the bed, clawing at the sheets as he was brought to the climax of his life. The nanites knew exactly where to squeeze, and how.
Finally Rick woke from his dream and reached down to stroke his cock again, surprised that he was this horny. What he saw was a completely silver-coated cock, but before he could react, the nanites’ vibrating became faster and faster, and he thrust his hips up automatically, arching his back at the intense pleasure.
“Oh my god…oh…OH!”
He froze as he erupted again, blasting load after load into the little silver sheath. The nanites adapted again, absorbing everything he shot and being careful not to spill a precious drop. As he reached down to touch it though, it grew its legs again and skittered away from him, up onto the ceiling. As he watched, the swarm replicated itself. Fueled by the Captain’s massive load, it was now the size of a housecat.
Still, it was utterly alien, the way it moved. As Rick reached for his gun, it slipped into an air ventilation grate and disappeared.
“What the fuck was that?” Rick muttered.