Ulysses 2 (scifi)
by J_Alexander
Knut wandered the halls aimlessly. Meeting Ethan in the hospital wing was nice, but just his smile and the way that he smelled had given him a hard-on that refused to cool down. So he thought he’d visit the motor pool and work on something to clear his mind.
The area was mostly empty when he got there. There was a whole wing of R-9 Raptors on the deck. As he approached, Knut saw a man working on one of them curse and throw up his arms.
“Gotta pull the whole vitting thing just to get it in the tubes!”
“Excuse me – are you the Head Mechanic? Can I help with something?” Knut offered.
The man turned around to face him. Knut watched as he took in Knut’s age, ripped body, and prominent bulge. Knut took the opportunity to admire the man. He was of average height, dark olive tone skin, and very short, very messy black hair covered his head. He wore a tank top which showed off his broad chest and thick bulging arms, a slim waist tapering down into his flightsuit pants, which showed an impressive bulge. The man smiled and shook his head, and Knut looked back up.
“I’m not a mechanic, I’m a pilot. Name’s Derek. You know planes?”
Knut nodded, moving closer.
“Yeah. I haven’t worked on an R-9, but I did tons of R-7s back on my last assignment before ISS3.”
Derek’s eyes widened. “You were on ISS3?”
“Yeah.” Knut said, already looking inside the R-9 with a flashlight. “See, your problem’s with the ignition fuse coils. We just gotta give em some love. You know? Hand me the lube.”
“Which one is lube?” Derek asked, looking at the tool rack. “Pilot, remember?”
Knut laughed and reached around Derek’s waist, snatching up an orange bottle. He gave it a loose shake with his wrist and then went to work.
“Come look at this so you can learn.”
Derek had to bend close over Knut’s back to see what he was doing. Knut enjoyed the feeling of the pilot’s hot body against his, but he wondered what Ethan would be feeling. Would Ethan be mad?
“Shiny.” Knut muttered, standing up again. “Now we just jump the coils, and she’ll purr like a lioness.”
“Sweet. Wanna see the cockpit?” Derek asked. Knut raised an eyebrow but nodded. Derek led him around the plane and up a ladder. Derek swung his legs in first, and then gestured for Knut to slide in front of him. Knut clambered in, and was fully aware of the heat at his back from between Derek’s legs. Then Derek reached his hairless, muscular arms around him to start the Raptor. It roared to life around them, and Derek sighed with happiness.
“That’s my girl. You fixed her well. What’s your name?”
“My friends call me Knut.” He replied, leaning back into Derek’s chest.
He felt Derek’s arms close around him and pull him close. Then one hand slid down his chest toward his waistline, slipping under the hem and firmly grabbing hold of Knut’s rigid cock.
“Knut, eh? Want to fly with me? I’ll go easy on the throttle.”
With that he gave the teen’s cock a delicious squeeze. Knut’s eyes rolled in pleasure as Derek began to kiss the side of his neck.
“Derek, I really really want to, but I’m kind of committed. I should at least check with him to see it’s okay. Maybe the three of us could get together. But I wouldn’t want to hurt him or you.”
Derek stopped and drew his hand out of Knut’s pants. There was a moment of silence.
“Are…are we okay?” Knut asked.
“You’re so hot. And I’m struggling to keep my hands off you right now. But if you want to wait, that’s fine with me. Just don’t wait too long.”
Knut breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks for understanding.”
He stood and turned around, but before he stepped out, he leaned down and gave Derek a kiss, their lips locking for a heated moment. Knut’s hands cupped Derek’s face while he gave Knut’s basket a final squeeze.
“Damn.” Derek sighed when they broke apart. “You’ve got quite a tool.”
Knut shrugged, grinning. “I’m a mechanic. I’ll be back soon for that lube job. I mean, really soon.”
And he climbed down the ladder, hard-on worse than before. Knut left in search of Ethan.
Inside the cockpit of the Raptor, Derek unzipped his flight suit, pulling out a hefty cock, nine inches and cut. Thinking of the beautiful twink mechanic, he began to stroke his meat, lovingly at first, then with more urgency and speed. Precum began to leak from the rosy tip, and it coated his hand as it slid up and down his long shaft. He began using both hands, to maximize sensation on his long meat. He moaned loudly as he felt the familiar pressure begin to build. With a gentle cry, he came, hot sticky cum gushing over his hand and pants.
That was when the alarm sounded.
“Shit!” Derek muttered, stowing his still wet cock and zipping up his flight suit. His helmet was on, and his plane powered up before any of the other pilots had reached there. Within a minute, he had launched from the Ulysses into space.
“What the vitting hell is going on?” Derek shouted into the comm.
“Enemy patrol, came out of nowhere.” Officer Curtis’ voice sounded back. “One minute to intercept. You’re the first one out there, Captain, so do us a favor and vape the bastards.”
“You got it.”
In Commander Brooks’ quarters, Brooks had just leaned down to suck in Ethan’s rigid pole again when the red alert sounded. Ethan breathed a sigh of relief. Brooks stood up and looked at his tactical monitor.
“What is it?” Ethan asked.
“A Tyreni warscout. They sometimes try to intercept returning ships. We’ve got Raptors closing in.”
“Can I go, Commander?”
Brooks sighed, but nodded, engrossed in the monitor. “Yes, you probably should. Dismissed, lieutenant.”
Ethan blinked. “Uh…sir? I’m still handcuffed to the bed.”
“Oh right.”
Brooks unlatched the handcuffs and grinned sheepishly. “Sorry about those, lieutenant. I guess I got a little carried away. Watching the footage from ISS3 got me a bit randy and you’re the hottest man around.”
“It’s alright, sir, no harm done.” Ethan replied, gathering up his clothes and putting them on. When Brooks nodded, he left.
Just then, an explosion rocked the ship. Ethan staggered into the wall, and he heard someone around the corner cry out. He rushed to find a wounded soldier, clutching his arm. Without a moment’s pause, Ethan picked the man up and headed for sick bay.
The ship rocked around him, but Knut kept running. He couldn’t find Ethan anywhere, and Derek was off the ship, fighting the Tyreni ships.
But there was one thing he could check on.
He reached the door labeled “secure holding area 2”. There were two guards in front of it.
“Stop!” they announced. Knut stopped.
“Look, I know I’m not allowed in, but you need to check and make sure the cargo in there is secure.”
“No one has come in or out.” The guard on the left said.
“I know that, because Commander Brooks ordered it that way, and you two are obviously the best. But the explosion could’ve damaged the cargo. Please, I’ll wait out here, just check and see if it’s undamaged.
The guards exchanged a look.
“How do you know so much about it?”
“He’s that kid from ISS3.”
“I heard some kinky shit went down over there.”
They laughed a little, but stopped and looked at Knut.
“Yeah. I’ll go in and look at your vitting nanites…”
Knut sighed with relief.
“If you give my buddy here some head.”
“What?”
“You heard him.” The second guard said, groping himself in anticipation. “Give me head, and if it’s good enough, we’ll do you this favor.”
“This is really important!” Knut shouted.
“Then you shouldn’t be wasting time.” The guard said.
Knut frowned, but quickly got down on his knees. The guards laughed, but Knut shrugged it out of his mind. He liked giving head a lot, he just wished it wasn’t being coerced.
The guard wasted no time in unzipping his fly and pulling out his cock. It was seven inches, uncut, and stood out straight like a spear. Knut closed his mouth over it and began working it with his mouth, sliding along the thick bottom vein with his tongue, and lapping at his balls.
“Holy shit, man! This kid is good! Mmm!” the guard exclaimed. “Yeah, suck me off!”
The other guard put down his rifle and unzipped his fly too. Soon he was beating his meat while watching Knut gulp down his buddy’s shaft.
“Yeah, eat his cock!”
“Take out your own, kid, give yourself some love.”
Knut drew back a bit so he could unzip himself. When he drew out his massive throbbing dick, the guards gasped, but he wasted no time in returning to the job at hand, while jerking himself off with his other hand.
“Damn! He loves it! He’s-oooooh-he’s swallowing on me!”
“Look at him jerk himself off! He’s so hot for it!”
The guard he was sucking grabbed his head suddenly and began pounding his meat down Knut’s throat, but Knut was experienced and knew how to deal with it. Soon, he had the guard spilling his load down his throat. The other guard came as he watched Knut swallow, spraying it on Knut’s face and shirt. Knut stood, licking his lips.
“Happy? Will you check now?”
“Kid. You’re a vitting good cocksucker. I should introduce you to my friends.”
“WILL YOU CHECK?” Knut shouted.
“Yeah! Yeah! Chill, kid. Check the room.” He said, nodding to the other one.
While the second guard typed in the code, the first glanced appreciatively at Knut’s impressive manhood. “Sure you don’t want me to return the favor? Looks delicious.”
“Not right now.” Knut said, tucking his erection away. The guard looked disappointed, but nodded.
The door slid open, revealing a charred room with a broken glass tube at the center. The explosion had damaged it, and there was no sign of the nanites.
They had escaped.