Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2017 15:45:02 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: A Long, Hard Mission

                       A LONG, HARD MISSION
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "This is Atlas-4 calling Mission Control." Felsen intoned into the
microphone aboard the first interstellar mission of Mankind. "Atlas-4
calling Mission Control. Come in, Mission Control." He'd been calling for
some time now, knowing it was useless, but he had nothing else to do
anyway.
     "Why are you even trying?" Bates asked him. "You know we're out of
radio contact by now."
     "I know. But the protocol required it." Felsen put the microphone back
into the holder.
     "We don't have to listen to those old ladies back in Houston any
longer. From now until we reach Proxima Centauri and get back to Earth
again, we're on our own."
     "Yeah. Just the two of us!" Felsen mused on it. At the speed they were
going, a significant percentage of the speed of light, they were now
outpacing radio waves! This put Proxima Centauri in traveling distance of
Earth...if you called twelve months of travel (shiptime, it was over five
years Earthside time) and the same time back again as "traveling distance."
Rather than being an impossibly long trip, thanks to the constant boost
engines, they merely had a ridiculously long trip to face. Just the two of
them, in a small compartment of a ship only some twelve feet by five feet
by seven feet in size. The twelve feet was from port to starboard, the five
feet was ship width, the seven feet was its height. None of these mattered,
their only gravity was the acceleration of a tenth-gravity that the
constant boost drive gave them, far too frail for human muscles to notice,
but did serve to keep crumbs from floating into the circuitry. They were
living in a room ten by five, with a tendency to hit the ceiling with their
heads if they moved too fast, which happened much too often even after
seven months' experience with it.
     He looked over at Bates. What the hell had NASA been thinking, pairing
the two of them on this long, long mission? Sure, they could only send two
people on the mission. Bates to pilot the ship and landing vessels, himself
as the scientist and mission specialist. It made sense on paper. But
looking at himself and at Bates, two more different people was hard to
imagine.
     Bates was an oversized lunk of a man, with a brain that wasn't stupid,
but also wasn't in love with intellectual pursuits. He was a fighter, an
athlete, possibly a womanizer (Felsen hadn't been privy to his lockerroom
bragging sessions if they existed), he could outfight, outwrestle, or
outpunch anyone. But when it came to the intellectual arts, Bates just
wasn't interested. He spent his time at the entertainment console (they
only had the one, they had to share it) watching football games and such,
and though he wore the headset, he insisted on cheering or booing at the
teams. Meanwhile, Felsen, who was trying to read or work at his own on-ship
duties, had to try to concentrate through it.
     Felsen spent his own time watching documentaries or classical
concerts. The programmers back in Houston had loaded the computer with a
large library of material on every conceivable subject. But his own
watching was subjected to tirades from Bates, who would look over his
shoulder and then spend from five to twenty minutes in complaints about how
he was wasting his time or the people on the program didn't know what they
were talking about, or why would a grown man want to listen to that
longhair music anyhow? He'd tried to explain Mozart's appeal once, the
result had been far less than perfect. Mozart had been classified by Bates
summarily as a fruit, and Felsen a double-fruit for wanting to listen to
it. Felsen had given up and had kept an icy silence whenever Bates had
baited him (Bates baits, God, the man even bore the very name of it!) about
the subjects of his entertainment. They'd kept an uneasy truce since.
     Now, they were on their own, the only two human beings for an
impossibly far distance. Worse than being castaway on an island alone, for
that isolation could end at any moment. For them, they had two more years
to go, a half year more in getting to Proxima Centauri, a half-year at the
system, and another year to return to Earth.
     Bates felt Felsen's staring at him and looked over, gave a nasty
grin. "Feeling lonesome?" He inquired.
     Felsen flushed and looked away. Hell, he was feeling lonely. Forced
himself to look back. "If we're going to talk to anyone, it's got to be
each other." he admitted. "But I'm damned if I see that we got anything
worth talking about." THAT for Bates' smirk still adorning his face!
     "At least we don't have them spying on us anymore." Bates went
on. "Watching us every damned moment, awake and asleep. That's done and
over with."
     "Yes." Felsen admitted. "It's being recorded, but they won't see it
until we get back in radio range of Earth."
     "If we let them see it." Bates said.
     "Well...yes." Felsen looked at the cameras. "It'll all be stored on
the computer, but it could be deleted if we needed to."
     "Or turned off."
     "Yes, I can turn off the cameras, to save power or such."
     "So turn them off."
     "Why?"
     "'Cause I'm tired of being watched all the time. Aren't you?"
     Felsen didn't comment, just started typing commands into the
console. "Okay, they're off."
     "All of them?"
     "Yes. All of them. Until I turn them on again."
     "Great!" There was the longing zzzz-ing sound of a zipper. Felsen
looked over to see that Bates had unzipped his jumpsuit, not the shorter
one for the fly alone, but the entire length of his body and...hell, he
wasn't wearing anything under it! He was reaching into the crotch and
hauled out his whanger, the biggest, fattest, longest one Felsen had ever
seen! He hadn't been searching out male cocks before, but still, it had to
be some kind of fucking record! He goggled at it.
     "I've been waiting for this." Bates said as he began to fondle his
dong. Dear God, it was getting hard! Swelling even more than it already
was! Bates was a big man, several inches taller than Felsen's own five foot
eight, but this dong was big and fat even for his larger frame! "Aw, man,
that feels so fucking good!" He moaned as he began to pump on the hard rod.
     "Do you have to do that here?" Felsen asked. He was unable to take his
eyes off of it. He wasn't turned on, it was more part horrid fascination at
having another man jerking himself in his presence, part the attraction of
a novelty after months of horrible, horrible tedium. Locked in a room
watching television programs, broken only by hours of tedious
treadmill/bicycle/gym work and about ten minutes of actual work. Meals were
dehydrated prepackaged premade messes that all tasted alike. Bizarre as
this was, it was something new.
     "Where else would I do it? Watch if you want to. Join in if you want."
     Felsen felt that final suggestion boil like a demon through his ears,
straight down to his crotch. Hell, Bates had just made it clear he intended
to do this, in front of Felsen, whenever he felt like it. His hand went to
his own fly, caught the shorter zipper and pulled it down. He was wearing
briefs underneath, he fished the elastic waistband down to below his balls
and brought out his own dong. A respectable size at a bit more than six
inches in length, fair-sized in girth, it was dwarfed by Bates' monster,
but nothing to be ashamed of on his smaller frame.
     "Yeah, that's it, spank it for me, man, spank it!" Bates
murmured. "Let me see you whomp that tiny little pud!"
     Hell, calling it a "tiny little pud" was uncalled for. But Bates had
his own to compare it to, Felsen let it slide. "Yeah, you pump that fat
monster of yours while I pump mine! Yeah!" He returned. Determined not to
let the big man control all of this.
     "You want a better look at it?" Bates panted.
     "Yeah, yeah, show it to me, man, show it to me!" Felsen expected Bates
to do something like hold his cock at the base and waggle it.
     Bates got to his feet, bouncing in the air a bit from the overlight
artificial gravity, and skipping more than walking (their usual mode of
travel), he came over right to Felsen's chair and stuck that musky-smelling
prod right under Felsen's nose! "Here! Get a good look at a real cock, not
that little-boy prick you got."
     "Nothing's wrong with mine." Felsen looked up, over the ridge of that
huge prong, at Bates smirking down at him. "Yours is bigger, that doesn't
make it better!" He protested.
     "The hell it doesn't!" Bates grabbed his cock in one hand, like a
primitive warrior would grab a spear. "It's a hell of a lot better'n
yours. You'll see! Suck it!" And he jabbed that cock like a spear and the
cockhead/speartip stabbed and penetrated Felsen's mouth. His lips had been
slightly parted and the glans forced his teeth apart and it plunged back to
the back of Felsen's tongue.
     "Glmph!" Felsen mumbled, his voice muffled by the huge prong.
     "Shut up and suck it!" growled Bates. "Just you and me in this box,
another year and a half, you think I ain't getting laid in that long? Only
one here to lay is you, so shut up and get to sucking!"
     He punctuated Felsen's fate by thrusting his hips back and forth,
driving that dong in and out of Felsen's mouth. Felsen's head was pinned
against the high back of the chair and the headrest set for his comfort, it
now helped trap him against this big man's lustful advances.
     "Come on, suck it you bastard. Suck it or I'll ram it up your ass
instead!" threatened Bates.
     All alone with this big man for a year and a half. He could suck or he
could get fucked, because he needed Bates alive and well to get back home
again, to pilot this craft both at Proxima Centauri and upon re-entering
Earth. Felsen was a fucking mission specialist!
     So he did the only thing he could, he locked his lips around this
thick, probing prong and let the big man fuck his face. The thick man-meat
was like a piece of heavy velvet-wrapped steel, and the flavor of it was
thick, raunchy, tasting of sweat and male musk and salty precome. Bates
grunted like a heavy, sweaty pig as he thrust at Felsen's mouth. "Uh, yeah,
I knew you'd suck it, you fucker. Seen you watching me every chance you
got, staring at me, yeah, I knew you wanted me, well, you got me now, you
got me!"
     Felsen had not been staring at Bates, beyond the fact that he was the
only other moving object in the small windowless room. Bates had taken that
as incipient lust, and spent the last seven months turning that suspicion
into a scheme to spend his days expending his lustful frustrations on
Felsen's body. He had turned from mission specialist to resident
come-bucket! He looked up into that big, broad, handsome face atop that
heavily muscled body. He was to service this man unendingly for the
remainder of their trip to Proxima Centauri!
     Felsen moaned in despair at his plight and began to suck at Bates even
harder. If he had to do this, do it well, get it over with, don't draw it
out and make it go on and on!
     Bates moaned long and loud. "Awwwwwww, yeahhhhhhhhh! That's it, ah,
hell, yeah, uh, uh, yeah! I'm coming, asshole, I'm coming!" He grabbed
Felsen's head and shoved it in deep! "Awwww, awwww, AWWWW-AWWWWWWWW!"
     Felsen's mouth exploded with hot jizz, Bates was filling his mouth
with so much spunk, the man must have been saving it up for months. Seven
months of non-privacy, yeah, that would explain this load, hot, hard and
thick, his mouth was filled beyond capacity, jizz flowed out the corners of
his mouth, choked his throat, exploded back out his nostrils. More flowed
in and Felsen gulped at the flood desperately as best he could, for Bates
was fucking at his face now, and Felsen could only swallow while that cock
was pulled back, but he held on, more come dribbled out his nose, he gulped
and Bates was finishing, the flow diminished and now Felsen could swallow
what remained, and his lips nursed and suckled at Bates' cock as a result
of that motions, and Bates panted, his hands pulled Felsen up against his
body, his nose buried in that musky hair-covered crotch, and Bates moaned,
"Oh, ah, ah, yeah, my own private cocksucker, hell yeah, I got something to
do now, all day long, you're going to suck me and I'm going to fuck
you. All fucking day and all fucking night!"
     Felsen pulled away and ran to the only refuge he had, his bunk. A slot
in the wall above Bates' bunk, he could get into it and pull the little
privacy shield closed, switch off the light and make his bunk mostly dark
(some light filtered in from around the shield) and be alone. Sort of.
     Alone. His cock was still outside of his jumpsuit and he reached down,
found his cock still hard and throbbing. He hadn't jerked off in seven
months, either.
     His mouth was filled with the taste of come, his sinuses, too. He was
smelling that spunk, Bates' spunk, whether he wanted to or not. Hot, male
raunchy jizz, it filled his world and he was horny and alone. His bunk gave
him a bare foot of room above his mattress, and he pumped at his prick and
found that his orgasm took only a moment, he climaxed, sprayed a hot, heavy
load up and splattered the roof of his bunkie and splashed his body, the
spunk hitting the ceiling making a rat-tat-tat-at-at!" sound. The sound,
and its off-and-on ratio, declared to the world just what he was doing, and
Bates heard, he laughed loud and hard. "Yeah, Felsen, shoot that wad, now
you've got a load of me inside you! Squirt all over yourself!"
     Felsen had done just that. Exhausted and wanting to shut out the
world, his brain did it the only way he could...he shut it all out,
plunging into sleep like turning out a light, to dream of Bates mounting
him and humping his ass, over and over and over. A prophetic dream, for
that was to be his fate.
     He was in the midst of such a dream when he was awakened, his privacy
shield was being opened from outside (for there was no lock on it) and he
was being bodily dragged out by a totally naked Bates. "Come on, little
man, it's come for your first ass-fucking!" He crowed. "I'm rested up and
ready for a nice, long, hard fuck! How about you?"
     "Oh, God!" Felsen moaned. But he didn't struggle. Why should he? He
couldn't win, he couldn't even hope to win, and if he could find a way, he
didn't dare win! Bates had to fly the ship!
     His jumpsuit was zipped down and pulled off him like a mother would
pull a jumper off an infant, and he felt like one. Naked, dried sperm still
decorating his stomach and lower chest, he was now exposed to the big man's
ministrations. Bates dumped his naked ass onto the small table they had on
the wall opposite their bunks (both of these were abaft of the pair of
command chairs that had been the scene of their first sexual matching) and
now his legs and ass hung over the edge, exposed for Bates' usage.
     Bates moved up to Felsen and Felsen moaned in terror, and the cock
contacted his ass. Bates had this much decency, he had found a way to
heavily lubricate his cock, for a thickly-slimy shaft was what probed at
his anus. He had experienced a similar fate upon his first prostate
examination, enough lubrication and even the most virginal ass will allow
entrance.
     So Bates' cock did push into his sphincter. The lubrication eased most
of the pain of the insertion, but there was enough left over to cause
Felsen to moan as the prong wormed its way inside him.
     Bates took the moan was one of pleasure. "Yeah, feel my cock driving
into you. Don't you love the feel of it? Is it driving you mad with
desire?"
     "No, ohhhh, oh, no!" Felsen moaned again. "It hurts, it hurts, take it
out, take it out, please, man, please! Don't do this, I'll suck you again,
I'll suck you all you want...."
     "Damn right you will." Bates growled as he shoved at Felsen again,
hard this time. "You're my piece of ass and my come-hole from now on, you
got that? We get back to Earth, you can tell anyone all about it all you
want. Turn back on the fucking cameras and record as much as you need to. I
don't fucking care anymore. I'm fucking you and that's all there is to
it. Now shut up and get fucked!"
     "Ahhhhhhuuuuhhhh!" Felsen moaned in defeat. Bates was right. He was
fucking Felsen and that was all there was to it.
     Bates got his cock all the way in and he had the decency to hold still
for a while. Felsen found his bowels give a kind of gurgle and the pressure
eased so slightly.
     "Ahhh, that did it." Bates said in triumph. "Now I can fuck you." And
he began to do exactly that, his huge muscled frame flexing and moving his
hips back and forth, his hands held onto Felsen's ankles and the light
pseudo-gravity of acceleration made the table comfortable on Felsen's back
and shoulders. A good thing for Bates was moving in a way that meant he
planned to take his time and enjoy it. A long, hard fucking, that's what
he'd said he was after.
     Felsen's bowels continued to adjust to this genital invader, and as it
did, he found that his prostate, that organ the doctor had probed in him so
long before, was being stroked by the huge pud. Oh, God! Was he beginning
to like this?
     His cock hardened and the sexual element to his violation was
impossible to ignore. Felsen gave up (why not? This was only the first of a
long, long series to come!) and as his cock throbbed increasingly with
pleasure, he reached down and began to pump at himself.
     Bates saw this and gave a long, evil-toned, lusty laugh. "Yeah, you're
getting into this, aren't you? You like being fucked, don't you?"
     "Unnnnhhh!" Felsen groaned. "Yeah, it's...it's feeling pretty good in
there, now I'm getting used to it."
     "You'll get more used to it. I'm fucking you twice a day from here on
out. And you can suck on me in between times, maybe get a little afternoon
delight. You can suck me while I watch a game, for hours and hours! The
last was in a sort of self-musing, to himself rather than Felsen, as he
continued to fuck at Felsen's butt. Planning out how to best use him for
sex, planning marathon sessions.
     Felsen felt his climax growing and hated himself for it. He didn't
want to be this man's fuck-toy, but if he came now, he could forget ever
convincing the big man to stop. Why would you stop fucking a man who came
with your cock in his ass? He couldn't stop his incipient orgasm and he
couldn't stop pumping at himself.
     He began to moan in his passion and Bates felt and heard him and
laughed, a hard, mean laugh, and he grabbed Felsen's prong from him and
began to whack at it, hard, big pumps that were too large for his smaller
prick, it hurt but the pain was a part of the pleasure for Felsen and he
shuddered, moaned and ejaculated, his spunk sprayed up in a geyser flying
out in a cone-like shape, all directions at once, and it got Bates on his
stomach and arm and hand and it got on Felsen's stomach, legs and crotch
where Bates was jacking him, laughing as he brought the smaller man to
shuddering orgasm. "That's it, come on, shoot it all over me, shoot that
little jizz-load onto me, man, get me back for loading you full earlier,
shoot it hard, come on, shoot it hard!"
     Felsen ended his climax and lay limp as Bates resumed his thrusts at
Felsen's body. The light gravity allowed him to scoop Felsen up bodily and
hold him in his arms and fuck him in mid-air. Bates weighed like 225 pounds
on Earth, he weighed twenty-three pounds, little 140-pound Felsen in his
arms only turned that into less than forty, the brawny stud was able to
handle that easily and effortlessly.
     Felsen did the only thing he could do, he held onto Bates' shoulders
and let the big man use him. Bates looked him right in the eyes, his own
dancing in delighted mischief and he enjoyed watching the face of the man
he was fucking. Felsen watched him in turn and he began to move himself in
the big man's arms. Helping Bates to fuck him.
     Bates eased off his control until he was simply holding Felsen who was
bobbing up and down on the muscled body. Felsen's heels dug into Bates'
buttocks, at the dimples of the asscheeks after crossing his legs at Bates'
lower back, and this purchase gave him complete control.
     Bates' gaze slowly passed from fucking-for-dominance to
fucking-for-pleasure. And he was being ridden rather than riding. Felsen
rode the big man and Bates' face lessened from its hard stance into soft
vulnerability as his passion. "I'm coming, man, I'm coming." He
gasped. "Just a bit longer, man, and I'll squirt you full again. You want
that, huh, do you want that?"
     "Yeah, yeah, give it to me, give it to me." Felsen's voice was alien
to his own ears, a low growling sound. "Come on, you bastard, come on, come
on, come on! AH-HAH-UH-UH-HUHHH!" He was again coming, a weaker load but he
coated Bates' chest and stomach with what did flow out, and he felt a great
satisfaction with this load. He had done it himself, it hadn't been wrung
from him, this was HIS!
     "Oh, oh, AH, AH, AHH-AH-AH-A-A-A-AHHH, GUHHHHHHH!" Bates' face turned
a deep red color as his cock again exploded rather than squirted its load
into Felsen's ass. Felsen felt the hot squibs as they flew into him, then
dribbled back down and out again, to make large, lazy splats on the floor
and Bates held onto him until he had unloaded the entire spunk-package into
Felsen's butt, then he gave in to his exhaustion and lowered Felsen back
onto the table.
     "Oh, man, oh, man!" Felsen writhed on the table in his post-coital
exhaustion. Sweat covered his body same as it did Bates.
     "Hell of a workout, wasn't it?" Bates perched over him, resting his
elbows on either side of Felsen, as his cock fell out of Felsen's
ass. "That ought to be worth an hour on the damned exercise bike, eh?"
     "Yeah." Felsen grinned. He couldn't help it. If you're going to be
repeatedly molested by a big stud, it's better if you get yourself to like
it. And that had felt damned good!
     "Your turn at the damned console." Bates reminded him. Felsen's eyes
slid to the clock, Bates was right. They had to check all the systems
regularly, to back up the computers. The human eye can see discrepancies
and potential patterns the computer simply cannot. Not to mention that
Earth may have sent them a message by high-powered transmitter, a message
that could reach them at a time irrespective of its time of sending, at
this speed.
     "Yeah, I guess so." Felsen agreed. "I should get dressed, I guess."
     "Why?" came the answer.
     "Eh?" Felsen turned.
     "Why get dressed? We're inside, everything's warm to the touch, and
it's not like we got any secrets from each other now, do we?"
     "I guess not."
     "And besides, I want to fuck you whenever I feel like." Bates
finished. "So get used to it."
     "All right, all right." Felsen left his clothing behind and went to
check the console. He left the cameras alone, off and ignored.
     You can't volunteer for the first manned mission to another star
system and not expect some hardships along the way. And at this rate, he
was in for a lot of long, hard experiences before this mission was over.

                             THE END
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