Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 11:04:35 +0000 (UTC)
From: Patrick Thomas <red.cheshire@yahoo.com>
Subject: Exploring Kirk's Frontiers - Part 2

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Chapter 2 - Running About in a Nebula (Kirk, Chekov, and Sulu)

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***Shuttle Log: Stardate 2260.69

We are a week into monitoring the Mikbra Nebula, with a few days left on
our mission.  We've recorded a lot of interesting data, which should keep
Stellar Cartography busy for quite awhile.  The only 'glitch' to the trip
has been that a shuttle is close quarters for three people to occupy for an
extended period of time.  For a mission like this, it's been necessary so
that one of us can pilot, one person can analyze data, and the third person
can rest.  However, Ensign Chekov and I have been sketching some ideas for
a larger vessel...something that you could run about in for a good amount
of time or with 3-5 people; we're looking forward to showing them to Scotty
and see what we can build.***

Lieutenant Sulu pressed his finger to the control panel, ending the log
entry.  Closing his eyes, he rolled his head around from side to side,
trying to unwind a little after nearly six hours in the pilot seat.  He was
enjoying the mission, but after a week it was beginning to wear on him.
The nebula was pretty, but there wasn't much to do in the way of actual
piloting - it was really just checking the instruments to make sure they
were holding one position, heading to a new spot, and then maintaining that
position for a day...and then again, and again.  Chekov tended to be extra
chatty when he got bored; the idea for a more robust mission vehicle was
something that would actually be useful, but it was also handy for
occupying Chekov's time and mental energy.  And the captain...was restless.
He was pacing a lot, working out to pass the time...and otherwise kept
switching between activities during his free time, none lasting more than
an hour.  He was like an animal in a cage in one of the old Earth zoos,
bored and wound up. The captain had spent the last hour exercising and had
disappeared into the lavatory to shower.  Chekhov was tinkering with a 3D
holographic model of their enhanced shuttle idea, trying to determine the
ideal dimensions.

*swoosh*. The lavatory doors slid open as Kirk emerged, drying off.  Clad
only in a pair of briefs, he was toweling his hair dry.  Sulu swallowed
hard and spun around in his seat, facing the view screen again.
"Pavel...any room in that design for a bigger shower?  And sleeping
quarters?". Their shuttle was a large open space, minus the lav...which
meant that whoever was sleeping was doing so on a bed that slid out from
the wall - not the most ideal setup, especially on a longer mission or with
multiple people. Personal space was an issue...and so was getting off. He'd
given up on day four and beaten off in the shower, trying to only do so
every few days so that the other guys wouldn't notice his long showers
being a regular thing.  He was worried that he'd bone up or start moaning
in his sleep.

"What about you, Sulu...anything to add to our dream machine?". Kirk
plopped into the other piloting seat, the towel draped over his
shoulders. Sulu maintained his eye contact with the nebula, avoiding the
sight of Kirk's body. "Not that I can think of, no sir.".

Kirk's foot tapped Sulu in the shin. "We've been stuck in here together for
over a week.  Told ya, it's Jim.  Nothing comes to mind?  Fencing studio,
VR sim...?".

Sulu turned, feeling that it'd be awkward holding a conversation while
looking forward, and it appeared that the captain was intent on
chatting. "Maybe more exercise equipment - free weights, yoga gear, jump
rope, stuff like that.".  His focus locked onto Kirk's eyes, but in the
periphery he could see the other man's chest, with a dusting of hair that
wandered down below, into the waistband of the grey underwear he had on,
the groin area showing off a nice package. It didn't help that Kirk was in
a very relaxed pose, leaning back in the chair, which put his goods more on
display.  He stood suddenly, his crotch at eye level.  Sulu blinked for a
moment, as Kirk clapped his hand to the lieutenant's shoulder and made his
way towards the back. "Variety of exercise equipment.  Noted.  Pavel...is
that something we can do?".

Chekhov looked up from the virtual display, noticing a wince in Kirk's
expression as he sat down at the work bench. "Da, ve should be able to.
That won't take up much space, just a locker.  Is Kiptain okay...?".

"Jim, Pavel...Jim.". They'd been fucking for about a month and he still
couldn't get the kid to be less formal with names. Chekhov had proven to
have amazing oral skills, getting him off quickly with blowjobs during
Sulu's showers. Although he was dying to sink his cock into something more.
"I think j just did too many push-ups or something. Need to find something
else, but can't run or really anything in here.  How many more days do we
have?"

"Four days, Kiptain Jim."

"Four days...". Kirk sighed, feeling the boredom begin to descend on his
kind again.

"If ve vere on the ship..." Chekhov had lowered his voice and held up his
hands, hinting at the idea of one of his amazing massages.

An idea ran through Kirk' mind, quickly developing into something more, his
morose expression turning into a broad grin. "Actually Pavel, that'd be
great."

The look on Chekov's face was priceless, shocked at the captain's
brazenness. His eyes flicked towards Sulu and then back, silently
questioning the appropriateness of Kirk's request. A furrowed eyebrow
signaled "it's fine" as the captain spun the chair around, facing
away...and towards the front of the craft.

Taking a deep breath of apprehension, Chekov stepped forward, placing his
hands on Kirk's shoulders and squeezed, getting a feel for the stiff areas.
As the massage progressed, both men loosened up - Kirk's tension melted
away and Chekov's nervousness faded. Aiming to loosen a knot, Pavel's hand
dug in harder...eliciting a groan from the captain.  Sulu turned in his
chair to see what was the matter.  He froze in place, surprised by the
sight of the captain, still wearing only his underwear, sprawled out in the
chair, Chekov's hands working his upper back. "What...?" Sulu croaked out.

Kirk winked in reply. "Worked out too hard...and Chekov was known back at
the Academy for a killer massage.".  His legs shifted slightly as he spoke,
his thighs opening up while the other foot drifted forward.  Sulu fought
hard to keep his eyes up...and still he could notice the way the fabric
played over his captain's crotch, stretching a bit with the movement.

"I...didn't know that.". He swallowed, slowly.

"Pavel!  Looks like your massage abilities weren't as well-known as you
thought.". Kirk looked up with a grin, lightly teasing the other man.

"Sulu was not on running team..."

"Ohh...". Kirk looked back at Sulu, winking. "Well, sounds like you weren't
in the right sport...". He groaned again as Chekov's fingers worked another
area. "You should ask for one...he does a great job.". His legs moved...and
again, Sulu fought the urge to look down.

"I...uh...maybe another time...".

Chekov paused, his fingers hitting the space where Kirk's back met the
chair. "Kiptain...Jim...that's as far as I can get vit the chair."

Holding Sulu's gaze, Kirk stood up and flicked a switch, turning off the
holographic display.  As he stood, his waist came became level with Sulu's
eyes.  In the moment before looking up, Hikaru noticed the outline of
Kirk's cock, the mound protruding somewhat, making Sulu suddenly
hungry. His eyes darted up, realizing that Kirk had noticed his brief
staring.  The other man said nothing, but hopped onto the now-empty work
table, face down, allowing Chekov more room to work his magic. Sulu watched
for a second before turning back around, afraid that the bulge in his pants
would become noticeable. He tried to focus on the instrument panel but the
light moans were distracting...and he could make out the reflections of
Kirk and Chekov against the transparent aluminum. His manhood was stiff and
throbbing in his pants, painfully restricted.

Several minutes later, the moans abated.  Hoping that the massage was over,
Sulu began reading a stream of data.  The silence was punctuated by a groan
from Kirk...and a wet noise. Glancing up, he tried to figure out the
reflection in the view screen, but it made no sense. Spinning around again,
Sulu's eyes widened as his jaw dropped. Kirk was now laying on his
back...his briefs tucked below his balls...his manhood only covered by
Chekov's mouth instead of grey cotton fabric.  "What the...?"

Kirk's head rolled, facing Sulu, wearing a look of pleasure. "Told you that
he gives a great massage...". Sulu glanced down at Chekov, whose face was
bobbing up and down on Kirk's pole.  Wet smacking noises filled the air, no
longer encumbered by trying to remain quiet.  Chekov shrugged, looking
somewhat apologetic but definitely enjoying himself - he loved wrapping his
lips around the captain's tool.

"I can't believe..."

"Hmm?". Kirk was showing signs of amusement in his voice.

"I don't know. I just can't believe you're..." Sulu waved a hand though the
air, pointing out the action taking place in the shuttle. "...that
you're...just...right here, out in the open...doing...this?"

Kirk lifted his torso up, supporting his weight on his elbows. The motion
shifted his groin forward, causing Chekov to gag as the captain's girth
lodged itself into the back of his throat. "Really."  The words came out as
a statement, not a question.

"Yes, really.  You guys are just..."  Sulu's eyes flicked down again,
watching Chekov's lips bob up and down the seven inches of meat.
"...wow...just doing this out in the open and don't care."

"Really."  Kirk repeated the word, his eyes locked onto Sulu.  Sulu held
his gaze, although he could still see the curly hair of the 19-year old
navigator as he worked on the captain's dick. "Deck 54."

Sulu's eyes widened, shocked that the captain knew about...

"Gay orgies on deck 54.  Gang bangs at the bottom of the ship. My ship."

"Oh shit."

"You think I didn't know?  That deleted security footage wouldn't raise a
red flag?  I had Pavel work on the computer system and he was able to
recover the data."

"Oh shit."

"Fucked by a handful each time? Blowing a dozen or so guys?  That time they
brought in a sling?  The time you let yourself be tied to a pipe and got
plowed by a dozen men?"

"Oh shit."

"What would your husband say?"

"He...uh, he doesn't know."  Sulu looked down, ashamed that the captain had
seen him do all of those things. "With the long-distance work thing, we
have an open relationship to...to take care of physical needs.  But he
doesn't know about the stuff on...Deck 54..."

"Sulu."

His eyes remained riveted on the floor, trying to figure out how he would
face his captain in the future, tryng to remember any open navigator
positions on other ships.

"Hikaru..."

Hearing his first name, spoken in a softer and tender tone, he looked up.

"The pipe thing was super hot, by the way. I tore up Pavel's ass as we
watched it."  He winked, as Chekov lifted his hand and gave a thumbs-up in
Sulu's direction, still sucking on Kirk's cock.

Blinking, Sulu absorbed the information. Not in trouble.  Not shamed by his
captain. If anything, exactly the opposite.

*pop* Kirk's cock dropped out of Chekov's mouth with a loud, wet
sound. "Show him."

Both of the other men, Sulu and Kirk, looked at Chekov with a mixture of
slight confusion. Placing his hands on Kirk's thighs, the ensign pushed
them off of the table, along with the rest of the captain's body.  Lifting
his own upper body upright, Chekov opened his pants and tugged them down,
before spinning around and getting on his hands and knees, his tight, perky
ass sticking up in the air at the edge of the table.

"Woah."  The word came from both ends of the shuttle at once. Kirk's
utterance was punctuated by his dick throbbing, a bead of precum appearing
before turning into a shining string as it reached for the ground. Sulu's
was in the form of a grunt as his already-tight pants became extremely
uncomfortable and wet. Walking to his locker, Kirk came back with a small
bottle.  Opening it, he drizzled clear liquid into the crack of Chekov's
rear before working some up and down his own shaft. Setting the bottle
aside, he stepped forward and tapped the length of his meat against the
tight muscles of Chekov's butt. He placed the thick head of his fuck stick
at Pavel's hole, teasingly. Looking at Sulu, he saw that the lieutenant had
his eyes locked at the captain's crotch and the ensign's ass, ready for the
show to begin. Pressing forward, his meaty cockhead entered Chekov, the
younger man's ass devouring his girth. Leaving just the tip in for a
moment, Kirk reveled in the hot tightness that was Pavel's insides...he
really enjoyed fucking the guy. Holding the other man's hips, he pushed
forward, slowly sinking the length of his shaft into Chekov, the other man
moaning loudly with pleasure, until the close-cropped hair of his crotch
was pressed into twin mounds of muscle. Both men sighed with contentment,
happy to finally be engaging in carnal pleasure again, which had been put
on hold by the shuttle mission.

Swinging his hips back, Kirk slowly pulled out, the glistening skin of his
cock reappearing, the cool air feeling chilly after the warm confines of
Pavel's ass. Removing all but the very end of his tip, Kirk knew what
Chekov wanted, and gave it to him by slamming his hips forward.

"Yo moyo!" the other man cried out, moaning, the tips of his fingers
digging against the surface of the table, his hips bucking backwards.

Kirk gripped Chekov's ass as he plowed it, thankful to finally be burying
himself into someone again.  Glancing over at the helmsman, he saw that the
other man was rubbing himself through his pants, mouth slightly open with
heavy, lustful breathing as he watched the pair fucking.

"Hikaru...you can make yourself more comfortable."  Kirk winked as he
slammed into Chekov's backside again.

Setting modesty to the side, Sulu pulled down the zipper of his pants and
tugged down his briefs, allowing his throbbing manhood to be free. Kirk
looked at it, impressed.  A little over six inches, Sulu had a nice
length...but at six inches around, he had a hefty thickness to his
tool. His skin shone, the lights revealing the copious precum covering his
dick. Wrapping his fingers around the base, his hand began working up and
down his shaft as he watched Kirk and Sulu go at it.

Nodding with approval, Kirk returned his focus to pummeling the ensign's
hole. One of his favorite parts of plowing Pavel was the way that the
younger man would squeeze his ass, grabbing Kirk's meat with his insides as
the captain withdrew. Sighing with pleasure, he increased his pace, ramming
his cock in and out of Chekov.  The ensign had descended quickly into his
lust-induced mixture of Russian and English, variations of "harder" and
"fuck me" in both languages, as he pushed back to meet the captain's
thrusts. Kirk realized too late that how much he was enjoying this and just
how long it had been, as he felt his balls churn. With a loud groan, he
began spilling his seed inside Chekov.  Sulu watched as the captain threw
his head back, body shining with a light sweat, chest heaving.  Knowing how
Chekov liked it, he pulled back and fired three shots of thick cum across
his ass before slamming back inside, releasing the rest of his load.

Breathing heavily, Kirk reluctantly withdrew. Slapping Pavel on the rear,
he looked at Sulu. "He's all yours, lieutenant."  Chekov lifted his hips
into the air, his voice a plaintive moan. "Sulu..."  Stepping away, Kirk
left the room.

Minutes later, after a quick run through the shower, he re-entered the
room, still nude, as he toweled off. For a moment he was confused - he'd
expected to see Sulu hammering Chekov. Instead, Chekov was still on his
hands and knees...

And Sulu was also on his knees. He'd pulled his pants down, just below his
waist, the black fabric framing the curved golden tan mounds of his
butt. He'd also pulled off Chekov's boots and pants...and buried his own
face into the ensign's nude form. Sitting down, Kirk watched as Sulu's
fingers gripped hard into Chekov's rear, spreading it apart, as he feasted
on the ensign's hole. Loud, wet smacking sounds filled the room as Sulu
worked his tongue and mouth, tasting Pavel's flesh and Kirk's
sauce. Chekov's back kept arching as the muscles of his entire body flexed,
loving the sensations that Sulu was creating in his ass.  He wasn't even
speaking any longer, just long moans and groans, wordlessly communicating
that he wanted more of whatever Sulu was doing.

Kirk settled into the chair, enjoying the show.  He watched as one of
Hikaru's hands came around, tugging on Pavel's cock, eliciting more
moans. Sulu's own rock hard dick was waving from the front of his pants,
precum leaking down onto his thighs.  Sulu pulled his face back and began
lapping his tongue, working Chekov's hole with quick swipes that grew
longer and slower, until he was running his tongue in long flat strokes
from the top of Chekov's crevice down to his balls.  Nearly all of Pavel's
rear shone in the lights, wet with spit, when Sulu spread the man's cheeks
and buried his face again, eating out the ensign's ass again with fervor.
Chekov responded by thrusting his ass back against Sulu's face, raising it
into the air. His back dipped as he raised his shoulders and head, his
moans so loud and sustained that they were nearly howls of pleasure.

Surprised, Kirk realized his cock was coming back to life after just
several minutes of watching the display of lustful decadence.  Normally it
would have taken him almost a half hour to be ready for action again...but
the combination of delayed sexual pleasure and the sex show in the shuttle
resulted in his rod bobbing in between his legs as it lengthened and
hardened.  Ready for more action, he rose and crossed the space between the
shuttle's chair and the table.  Placing his hands under Sulu's arms, he
lifted the helmsman to his feet. His tongue met skin at the other man's
shoulder and made its way up the neck and along the back of the ear, before
he bared his teeth, lightly sinking them into the earlobe.

"Hikaru..."

"Mmmmm...."  Sulu moaned, feeling Kirk's hot and throbbing pole pressed
against his backside, teeth working against his ear.

Kirk slid his hand around the tanned skin, bringing it to Sulu's cock,
wrapping his fingers around it. Tugging gently, he admired the thick piece
of meat. The skin was nearly brown, darker than the rest of Sulu's tanned
skin...almost the color of the man's nipples.  The arrow-shaped head was a
tannish-purple color, flushed with heat and primed, ready for action. Kirk
could feel it pulsing in his hand, and watched as beads of clear fluid
appeared with each throb.  His hand glided forward, rubbing the head and
gathering nectar, which he used to polish the head and shaft until both
were slick with Sulu's juices. Leaning his body forward, he caused Sulu's
own body to close the gap with Chekov's, until the head of his dick was
pressed against the younger man's hole. Throbbing a few more times, precum
spread out onto the surrounding skin.

"Hikaru..." Kirk whispered the man's name a second time. "You're giving him
a lot of pleasure."  He squeezed his fingers, tightening his grip around
the stick in his hand. "But give him what he really NEEDS."

Thrusting his own hips forward, Kirk's body propelled Sulu's forward again,
burying the first two inches of meat into the ensign.  Pavel groaned at the
sensation of having his ass stretched out.  Leaning his weight back, he
pushed his rear backward. Kirk and Sulu watched as Chekov's ass hungrily
swallowed inch after inch of flesh, until it had all disappeared from
view. Kirk exhaled in appreciation while Sulu moaned with pleasure, the
tight cavity contracting around his stick as Chekov ground his ass back
against Sulu's crotch.

Sulu pulled back, his manhood reappearing, already missing the warm
confines of Pavel's ass.

"Sulu..."  Kirk's breath was warm against his ear.

"Uh huh..."  He moaned the words as he sank back inside the hotness that
was Chekov's insides.

"He's never been to deck 54..."  The words trailed off as Kirk chewed on
Sulu's ear again.

"Uh huh..."  Again, he rocked his hips back and forth, his member appearing
until the edge of his knob was visible, before gliding back in.

"Show him what he's been missing down below."  Kirk's tongue trailed down
Sulu's neck.

Understanding the captain's meaning, Hikaru pulled back again, until the
flared edge of his cockhead was visible again.  Chekov's ass squeezed his
tip, invitingly. Placing a hand on the ensign's hips, he slammed forward as
hard as he could, pulling back with his arms at the same time, impaling
Pavel on his fuck stick.

"OHHH fuck YESSSSS...."  Chekov yelled, his words ringing through the
cabin.

Sulu pulled back before thrusting forward again, the sharp sound of his
hips slapping against Pavel's ass filling the air. Again and again he
rammed into the younger man.  As hard of a fucking as he gave, Chekov
seemed eager to take it, not relenting to the pounding. If anything, he
seemed to want more.

"Yo moyo moyo yo moyo fuck yes fuck me Sulu fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuuuuck."
The last word cried out for a full minute, the sound broken for a slight
moment every time Sulu hammered his prick home.

Kirk watched, impressed and turned on. He'd seen the videos of what Sulu
was capable of...and thought Chekov might like it, but wasn't
sure. Watching Sulu on the footage had been one thing, but seeing it in
person was incredible. The man's eyebrows furrowed as he focused his entire
physicality on fucking the brains out of the ensign who was on all fours
before him, both of them covered in sweat, both bursting out a combination
of words and lustful sounds. Chekov's voice reached a higher pitch as his
entire body tightened, the muscles bunching. He knew from frequent
experience just how much that ass contracted as Pavel came. Sulu groaned as
he felt it for the first time, the anal cavity gripping his rod almost
painfully tight as Chekov shot his load across the length of the table.

From their frequent hook-ups, Kirk knew that Chekov wasn't actually
finished and would still be eager for more...but he would need to slow down
for a bit. Finding the bottle of lube, he greased up his tool.  With a step
forward, he pressed into Sulu's backside, pinning the other man between him
and Chekov, his hard cock wedged into the crack of Sulu's ass.  His fingers
played with the man's nipples as his tongue and mouth worked magic on
Sulu's neck and ear again, his hardness rubbing into Sulu's flesh.  His
right hand slid up and tilted Sulu's head back, nibbling along his
jawline...meanwhile, his left hand wandered down, wrapping itself around
his dick. Finding the spot he was looking for, he pushed forward, inserting
the head of his cock as Sulu groaned. Having a good idea of the helsman's
desires, Kirk slowly eased forward, unrelenting, until he was balls deep.
Sulu moaned, his cock still stuffed inside Pavel as he felt the captain's
rod buried inside his own ass.  Kirk rocked his hips back and forth, the
bulb of flesh at the end of his cock running over Sulu's prostate again and
again. Sulu's moans grew louder and louder as the captain's tempo
increased, his own member twitching and jerking inside Chekov's ass.  He
was going crazy with not just the captain's tool sliding in and out of his
hole, but the firm hands exploring his body...caressing his ribs, tugging
at his nipples, and digging into his chest...while that mouth and tongue
worked wonders on his neck, ear, and jaw.

Not able to hold back any longer, Sulu reared his head back, a loud cry of
pleasure escaping his throat as his dick exploded. Chekov groaned happily
when the already-thick piece of meat swelled further, followed by the
sensation of long and slow pulses of cum splashing his insides. Sulu's
chest rose and fell with heavy breath as he recovered from both the fucking
and his release. Finally, he was unable to take any more and pulled
back. He was amazed at how Chekov's ass was still gripping his cock as it
withdrew, impossibly tight. The dark elongated head pulled free with a wet
noise; placing a hand behind him, he gently pushed back and slid himself
off of Kirk's rod.  Collapsing against the wall, he watched as Kirk flipped
Chekov over, holding the man's legs in the air as he soved his cock all the
way in. Fingers tightened around Chekov's ankles as his hips slammed in and
out, Chekov's moans cut short with each thrust. Sulu's eyes locked onto the
captain's ass, watching it flex with the pumping of his hips.  He'd watched
it move under the black fabric of the uniform fabric, but seeing it bared
and in action was hot. His mind began playing fantasies, wondering what
sorts of things the captain might be into. Turned on, Sulu pushed himself
away from the wall and stepped forward. Leaning over, he began kissing
Chekov, their tongues lashing against each other, his hand roaming over the
lean muscles until it bumped into his rock-hard member. Gripping it, he
squeezed and stroked as his mouth wandered south, tasting sweat and skin,
finally wrapping his lips around Pavel's dick.  Sucking hard, his fingers
played along the man's thighs and balls.  His head rocked with the motion
of Chekov's body as the captain's pounding became harder, his own orgasm
approaching closer.

"Ohhhh fuuuuuuuck!!!"  Pavel's cock exploded in Sulu's mouth, the taste of
sweet salt flooding his mouth. Swallowing quickly, Sulu got every drop down
his throat, suckling on the tip to get the last drops. Kirk groaned as he
went over the edge as well, Pavel's body clenching his cock. Pulling out,
he splashed Chekov's shaft with his seed, the first strike landing on
Sulu's cheek before he pulled off.  The second and third lines lashed
across the ensign's shaft...the fourth hit the curve of his ass as Kirk
plugged his dick back inside.  Grunting, he finished releasing the contents
of his nuts into Chekov's hole. Loosening his grip on Chekov's ankles, the
man's legs slid down the captain's body, feet resting against his
hips. Kirk lifted the ensign's feet, gently resting them at the edge of the
table. He watched as Chekov and Sulu made out, the younger man licking
Kirk's cum off of Sulu's cheek before descending into a kiss again.

Reaching forward, Kirk gave Sulu's arm a tug, pulling him towards his end
of the table. His fingers ran up Sulu's backside, gripping into the
navigator's hair, tilting his face upward...and then brought Sulu's head
forward, their lips mashing together. He could taste the mix of his and
Chekov's seed, the salt of sweat, and the taste of lust in Sulu's
mouth. Pulling the other man's face away, he used his grip to gently push
Sulu down to his knees, facing the table...and Chekov's well-used ass. Sulu
tilted forward, burying his face in between the cheeks of the ensign's ass
and began hungrily feasting on the cum-filled hole. Wet slurping sounds
filled the cabin once more as Kirk relaxed in a chair, enjoying the show,
finally feeling both spent and content.

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"Enterprise...we are...on our...approach...and should be docking...within
an hour."

"Galileo, is everything okay on the shuttlecraft?  Your audio is breaking
up."

"No...everything is fine.  Sorry, was in the middle...of yoga...when your
signal...came through."

"Ahh, good. See you soon. Enterprise out."

Sulu's hand lashed out, slamming the control panel and cutting the audio
connection. Naked, his skin glistened with sweat as he rode Kirk's hard
cock, his own meat bobbing up and down as he rocked back and forth.

"Yoga, eh?"

He grinned, turning his head to see the captain's own smirk. "It sounded
good."

"Oh, definitely.  Let's see your...what's it called, a 'downward dog'?"

Kirk pressed his lips to Sulu for another kiss before he pressed on Sulu's
upper back, pushing him down. His hands dug into the man's hips, keeping
his ass impaled on Kirk's tool. Chekov slid off of the control panel and
knelt down, pushing his dick down Sulu's throat.  Kirk watched as his own
meat pushed in and out of Sulu's hole, reminiscing on their trip.  He'd
have to ask Sulu to come by his quarters on occasion to...discuss the
ship's navigation systems.

"Okay guys, we have about half an hour.  Let's make the most of it. Oh, and
Chekov...get us some privacy please. We'll be in visual range soon."
Chekov reached up and flipped a toggle, causing the screen to go black,
making the transparent aluminum turn opaque.

"Ahhh..."  Kirk sighed as he increased his pace, intent on giving Sulu one
last load. From below, the sounds of fervent slurping and moaning indicated
that Sulu was eager to get flooded from both ends, with Chekov pumping his
cock into Sulu's mouth.

Kirk's head rolled back with pleasure.

"Damn, I love away missions."

The End (for now)

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Thanks for reading.  If you enjoyed the story, have feedback or ideas,
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If you're interested in other stories I've written:

"More Than Once Upon A Time" series (series based on the "Once Upon A Time"
television series):

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/more-than-once-upon-a-time/

"On The Set of Neighbors" (series based on the 2014 films "Neighbors" and
"Neighbors 2" with Zac Efron & Dave Franco):

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/celebrity/on-the-set-of-neighbors

"The College Bet"

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/the-college-bet