Ulysses 3 (scifi)
by J_Alexander
The guard’s name was Sergeant Travis. He had been on two tours to the rim, this being the third return. He had lost comrades and won battles, come through impossible situations, and for that, he became a special ops.
While in the special forces, he had been on secret missions that went beyond the solar system, past Alpha Centauri, to the Sirius system, where the Tyreni had lived on a small moon, orbiting the far side its binary star. His team’s return with Tyreni technology had heralded a new hope in the fight.
All of this had sculpted him into a perfect specimen of manhood. His uniform strained to contain his massive chest and bulging arms, laced with veins. His legs stood massive and powerful, and actually one of his feet was a mechanical-biotic interface.
His many commendations were what led Commander Brooks to choose Travis for guard duty on a secure holding area. Whatever was in there must be pretty important if they were pulling special ops for the job.
Despite the obvious importance, the job was desperately boring. There was nothing to do but joke around with Rogan all day (his partner) and even that grew tiresome. Nothing could possibly happen on a return trip that had already reached the Belt.
“Fuck, I’m horny.” Rogan complained.
“Whine whine whine.” Travis replied, shifting his weight.
He’d shifted to adjust his own hard-on, which inevitably arose whenever Rogan started talking about how horny he was. They had never done anything together, but on past tours, Travis had gotten some pretty heavy action from fellow officers in the showers. It was how they stayed loose. He had been looking for someone on this tour to approach, but none had really caught his fancy.
“Look, Travis, I know you fool around. I’m so horny! Wanna find somewhere and jerk off?”
“No.”
“Please?” Rogan was begging. “I’ll suck you off. I’m desperate man.”
“You wanna suck me off, do it right here. No one will mind. But we’re not leaving post.”
Rogan nodded and was reaching for Travis’ fly when the alarm blared and the ship shook around them. A grease-monkey, no more than twenty, came pelting down the hallway. Rogan quickly drew back his hand. Travis sized the kid up. Here was a twink worth fucking hard. He had a beautiful face, and body. He decided to put him to the test.
“Stop.” He ordered.
“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.” Travis 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.”
“How do you know so much about it?” Travis asked, suspicious.
“He’s that kid from ISS3.” Rogan exclaimed. “I heard some kinky shit went down over there.”
Travis laughed, and Rogan nervously laughed along with him. Finally, Travis spoke:
“Yeah. I’ll go in and look at your vitting nanites…”
Knut sighed with relief.
“If you give my buddy here some head.”
When he stopped spasming, and his massive cock stopped spurting cum on the kid’s face, he turned to face the storage area. He typed in the code and the door slid open, revealing the devastation within.
“Oh no.” the kid said, backing away. “Oh shit oh shit oh shit”
He had turned and ran down the hallway before Travis even turned around.
“Damn. That kid had a juicy cock. I wanted to suck it so bad-”
“Can it. We should look around.” Travis said.
Picking up his rifle, Travis stepped cautiously into the scorched room. Rogan looked curiously in from the doorway.
On the floor lay the remains of a glass container. Nothing was inside.
“Do you know what we were guarding?” Travis asked.
“No. We’re never told anything.” Rogan said.
“That kid knew. Go after him and find out will you?”
Rogan nodded and sprinted down the corridor.
On the floor, a drop of silver darted closer. It looked like Mercury, but behaved like something else. It slid closer and closer to the big man in the room. Finally, it reached his shoe, and began its ascent.
It took awhile, but the drop made its way up his entire muscular frame, until it reached his mouth and slipped inside.
“What the-”
Travis muttered at an unfamiliar taste. But soon all that faded, as the nanites flooded through his system and into his brain, releasing electrical impulses at certain spots and in delicate patterns.
Suddenly feeling hornier than he had in a long time, Travis was filled with the desire to find a private place to beat off. But also, in his throat, he felt a burning thirst for cum.
Unsure why these impulses had suddenly arisen, Travis left the storage area, making for one of his favorite haunts on the Ulysses.
He arrived soon after at the restroom of C deck aft. He entered without pause – there would be no one inside with the current state of alarm.
There were two stalls and a row of urinals. The wall of the stall had a hole punched in it at just the right height for a cock to slip through. This was the glory hole he had frequented many a time on his past tours. And he knew from gossip that it was just as popular with this tour’s men.
Quickly, he slipped inside the stall and sat. Lowering his uniform pants, Travis sighed with relief as he took hold of his thick eight inch shaft and began to stroke it.
The intercom blared:
“Got ‘em, sir! I repeat, all enemy combatants destroyed.”
Travis smiled to himself. The soldiers would be relieved that the fighting was over again, and being a soldier himself, he knew what they would want next. Lazily jerking his meat, he sat back and waited for the first.
Two young men entered the bathroom. They approached the urinals nearest to the stall Travis waited in.
Not sure why, Travis leaned forward and muttered to them, “Hey buddies, want some action?”
“Fuck yeah.” The nearest said. He turned to aim his shaft toward the hole, revealing a six-inch cut shaft, thick, and standing straight out. Without waiting, he shoved it through the hole, and Travis latched onto it, lapping at the young meat.
“Damn!” the other one said. “I’m next!”
“Get in line, this guy’s gooooood!” the one being serviced said. His hands gripped the top of the stall as Travis licked the sensitive spot just on the underside of the head. A force compelled him to keep sucking, and without knowing why, he suddenly took the cock down to the hilt, swallowing around it so that his throat massaged it just so.
“Oh shit! Oh shit! I’m cumming!”
Sure enough, the young randy soldier’s meat throbbed and shot six times down Travis’ throat. The soldier tried to pull back, but Travis kept sucking, consuming every drop until his lips couldn’t reach it through the glory hole.
“More!” Travis moaned.
“You got it, boss.” The second soldier said, stepping forward and offering his meat, slightly longer but less thick.
While Travis began slurping at that young cock, the first soldier laughed. “You’re really cum-hungry huh? Well if you wait a few minutes, I’ll feed you another load of delicious.”
Just then, Travis heard the door open again. Excellent. More cocks to service.
“What’cha fellas up to?” asked the new voice. Travis paid it no mind, but kept on slurping happily away at the young buck’s shaft. The soldier moaned and twisted a bit, trying to feed as much of his shaft through the hole as he could.
“There’s a damn good cocksucker in there. Give him a go after Joe finishes. You won’t mind, will you?” the first guy asked.
Travis, or rather whatever was controlling him, raised his head just long enough to say, “Happy to be of service.”
Then he voraciously dove back down on Joe’s rigid cock. Joe cried out a lusty groan and came, filling Travis’ mouth two times. After he pulled back, Joe leaned down and said,
“Wow! You are good. Thanks very much.”
“Move aside, kid, let’s see what this guy can do.”
Suddenly, the most beautiful package Travis had ever seen was presented through the hole. A full, ten inch cock, just starting to rise, with a trail of precum sliding down the veiny shaft, rising over a pair of egg-sized balls, covered in a trim dusting of jet black hair. Above, he could see the bottom of a razor-sharp six-pack. This guy was gorgeous.
“Come in here, so I can admire the view.” He said.
The package disappeared for a moment and then the stall door was open. Standing there was a man, with a face, and lips to kill for, his uniform jacket open over a bare chest, also dusted with coarse black hair, pecs bulging over his killer abs, and the most delicious cock he’d ever seen, rising from his unzipped pants, which were tucked into black combat boots.
“This work for ya?” he smirked, and Travis almost keeled over. But the stranger was giving Travis a once over himself, and didn’t look unimpressed.
“Come out here and we’ll give these kids a show.”
Travis rose and left the stall. The two younger soldiers were still there, watching the encounter of raw sexual energy.
Very quickly, Travis had the handsome soldier out of everything but the combat boots. And in the same amount of time he was completely naked. The two hunks collided with ferocity, the daredevil’s lips crushed against Travis’ own, their stiff cocks rubbing like spears.
When they saw the two going at it with such wild abandon, the two younger soldiers eagerly began to strip as well.
Oh yes, it was going to be a party.
Travis pinned Boots (for so he had named the sexy anonymous devil in his mind) to the stall and knelt before him. Boots looked on with fierce blue eyes which Travis met as he began to swallow the ten inch monster.
He almost began to choke, but then the thing in his mind took over, and Travis managed to gulp the entire shaft down. Boots raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then cried out as Travis swallowed around him. Joe and the other soldier were now kissing and groping each other eagerly.
Travis admired Boots’ muscular chest as he breathed heavily, the sharp mounds of muscle moving with such vigor. Slowly, he pulled back off the throbbing mast and smirked up at him.
“I want you to fuck my mouth hard. Can you do that soldier?”
Boots gave no reply but to grab the back of Travis’ head and thrust his shaft back between his lips. Travis grabbed Boots’ muscular ass and pulled him in as they began to fuck in earnest. Joe and the other soldier ceased their sensuous writhing to come over and stand behind Travis, beating their meat to the sight of the majestic face-fucking.
Below them all, Travis’ own shaft began to leak as well – but leak silvery liquid.
“Yeah! Oh yeah! Take my cock! Fuck yeah, soldier, swallow my meat! Aw YEAH!”
Boots was a dirty talker, and continued to do so as he pounded his hot shaft into the hunk’s throat.
With a cry, Joe came for a second time, splattering Travis’ back with hot salty cum. Following him was his buddy, who shot across Travis’ chest, and some of his load landed on Boots’ boots. When Travis swallowed again, Boots gave a cry and shuddered, his cock pulsing heavily as he shot loads of thick salty liquid deep into the sergeant. His muscles contracted in orgasm, showing off his perfect abs and chest. Then it was time for Travis too to cum, jerking himself off into the puddle of silver on the floor.
All four of them paused, noticing for the first time the silvery substance, ignored in their passion.
“What is that?”
“It’s expanding!”
“What…it’s changing!”
“Are those arms?”
“Oh my god!”
“Help, it’s got me! IT’S GOT ME!”