Date: Wed, 14 Jul 2010 01:05:39 -0400
From: Aidan Wilde <aidanwilde@gmail.com>
Subject: Double X - Chapter 1

Title:  Double X.
Date: 7-14-2010
Author: AidanWilde
Tags:  M-b / M-M / M-B-b / Group / nc / dom / milking / ScFi / military /
Tentacles / Aliens / brief ws / romance 

Disclaimer:  The following quasi-fictional tale is based on an imagined
post-apocalyptic Earth future.  Some names, dates, places, and some
elements of the story are historically real, most elements are not.  This
is not a 60 second tale of lust and release (like most of my stories).  If
you like a good story with (hopefully) believable characters and a good
deal of dramatic and romantic elements, then please continue.  This story
concerns love, romance, and of course a good bit of naughty sex

bits between fictional males most of which are irrevocably Gay.  Ages range
from eight to thirty-eight in this story, and not all characters are
depicted in sexual scenes.  If this type of writing is somehow illegal in
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Chapter 1: The present.  2152 -- Deep Space: Earth Federation Heavy Cruiser
Daedalus.


Captains Log: Day 987 of our 4 year FTL burn towards New Capricorn.  This
tub is really beginning to stink.  Grey bulkheads.  Grey slop for food.
Grey nothingness for scenery.  But at least I had plenty of time to hit the
gravity well to keep my muscles from atrophying.  Not like those poor
bastards in cryo-sleep who would wake up in another year feeling like they
were ridden hard and put away wet.  At least I only had 5 more minutes left
on my watch as officer of the deck.  Hard to believe we've been on this
trip for almost 3 years already...

"Jones.  Have you ran the numbers on tank 186-LP yet?", I inquired closing
out my log and punching up the engineering logs for our shift.

"No Sir.  I'll do the math after shift." he replied.

"See that you do.  Pressure is already below threshold.  There's no reason
we should have a slow leak.  If the Diag turns out to be a ghost, we're
going to have to EVA on the midwatch," I informed my 1st mate.

"Yes Sir.  I'll be thorough," he replied with a nod of his head that let me
know he took the thought of losing our secondary air scrubber's collection
tank seriously.

I signed off on the logs and informed Jones that he had the bridge as I was
retiring to my stateroom.  My mind was already getting sluggish.  I needed
a drink bad.  I had read all the scientific studies that said G-juice
wasn't addictive, but I was starting to have my doubts.  It was like I
could feel my body slowing down from lack of nutrients.  I needed a pick me
up without a doubt -- well, that and a good piece of ass.

I headed down from the bridge to my stateroom.  I passed by a few of my
crewman, most were busy with their watch standing, but a few of them were
off watch just relaxing.  As I got to my cabin door I grabbed the clipboard
and wrote out my standing orders which included an admonition not to wake
me unless we had a no-shit casualty.  I planned to go down, and go down
hard for the next full rotation -- in more ways than one.  I just hoped
Cody had a pleasurable enough evening with his new sim.

I unlocked my door and walked inside as it slid noiselessly open, throwing
my eyes immediately to the naked form in the corner amidst wires and
harnesses.  He looked so content and his naked pale skin was absolutely
glowing.  There was a sheen of sweat along every surface of his body that
told me all I needed to know about his activity level during my 6 hours on
the bridge.  The whole scene was highly erotic and instantly I went from
half to full mast.  I walked over to his sling and immediately noted the
collection bottle.  Almost a full 2 litres -- good.  I started to unhook
his visor as I turned the sim-unit off and powered down the chair after
checking the monitor to make sure he wasn't in the middle of a cycle.  His
eyes opened groggily and he smiled and mewled at me with his cute voice.

"Morning Captain!" He smiled at me as he smacked his lips and made
swallowing motions with his throat.

"Good morning sweetie.  Pleasant dreams?" I asked as I reached for his
water bottle near the sink and began to fill it at the dispenser.

"Yes...very pleasant.  I love the new program soooo much!  Mmmm.  It was
really hot," he moaned.

"Oh yeah?  Karl told me it was a pretty good flick.  What's it about?" I
asked as I shut off the faucet and walked towards him screwing down the cap
and bringing the straw to his puckered lips.

"Oh my...well, it's about something called a football team...a group of 12
guys, all big and strong athletes, and they cornered me in a place called a
locker room and they all took turns fucking me.  I was a total slut for
them all.  I wish you could have been there to see me!" he exclaimed
happily as he greedily took the proffered straw and began to drink the
water down in large gulps.

"Gosh, slow down.  Someone is thirsty huh?"

He shook his head slightly and gasped for air after he had drank the entire
2 litre of water.  I held up the collector.  His eyes widened slightly when
he saw how much he had filled it.

"So, apparently this one was more fun than the alien tentacle monster sim?"
I asked as I started unstrapping his upper torso from the rec cradle.

"Yeah, not really more fun, but new and different which is always more
exciting.  I probably had 28 total orgasms," he said very cutely with a
slightly embarrassed giggle.

"That is a lot - about 5 per hour.  Let's get you out of this thing because
I'm thirsty too," I said with a smile as I put my lips against his and
kissed him passionately.

Cody eagerly returned the kiss and naughtily slipped his moist little
tongue into my mouth and moaned appreciatively.  He always knew just what
buttons to push.  The only thing left to do was take off the milking device
and get him into bed.  As usual most of that process was just as much fun
as the ending result of me fucking him silly in bed.  I began undoing the
straps that secured the device to his slim waist and after ensuring all the
snaps on his legs, chest, and arms were undone, I reached for the milking
sheath that enveloped his penis.

Cody let out a soft moan as I rolled the sheath back and off his cock,
while beginning to slowly withdraw the suction tube from his its current
resting place buried deep inside his body.  This was always my favorite
part.  If I did it just right, Cody usually had another orgasm just from
the tube being withdrawn from his urethra.  His body started jerking
slightly as I continued to pull the tube from his penis.  I could feel it
sliding out through the thick tube that ran along the underside of his
shaft as I used my other hand to hold his erect cock steady.  The tube was
slick and shiny with his juices as I slowly withdrew it from his penis.

As I pulled the tube slowly out of him, the little ridges in the tube
caught what fluid was still in his penis from his previous orgasms.  Of
course, I licked at the tube with my tongue as I was able to in order to
catch as much of his delicious fluids as I could on my tongue.  The tube
made wet little plopping noises as the 16 inch flexible clear tube exited
his beautifully erect penis in 4 inch increments.  Every four inches a
barely perceptible ring that was only just slightly wider than the tube
itself ensured that the pump assisting in the milking process was primed
and no air was inadvertently sucked into his body from the outside.

He gave out a little squeak and gasped as the last of the tube cleared his
urethra.  His penis throbbed in my hand and pulsed with a familiar powerful
contraction.  His hips involuntarily bouncing upward.

The tube was finally completely withdrawn from his penis and at just that
moment he sucked in a huge gulp of air and his body started shuddering and
he started to buck his hips upward.  I bent down and took his cock head
into my mouth quickly as he began to have his orgasm.  I could tell it was
going to be a good size one from how much Cody's body began trembling as
the pleasure began to course through his body.  I tightened my lips behind
the ridge of the spongy head of his penis ensuring a proper seal and my
tongue gently coaxed and teased the quivering slit.

The sweet syrupy liquid that forcefully erupted from that tiny slit at the
head of his penis quenched my thirst immediately and to my mind was far
more satisfying than water to a man dying of thirst in a desert.  As I
greedily swallowed this miraculous liquid I was overcome with an acute
sense of euphoria and warmth.  I drank and gulped down his essence -- his
specially bio-engineered juice.

It was mildly sweet tasting, uniform in it's deliciously thick and creamy
consistency, and copious in its quantity.  Every surge in his penis meant
another salvo of this hot delicious cum coated the inside of my mouth, and
was preceded by a gasp for breath from his sweet mouth as he surrendered to
the exquisite feelings wracking his petite body.  I couldn't help but moan
audibly as he fed me his FDA 'approved for consumption' load.  I chalked up
at least 24 distinct gushes of delicious juice as it's warmth trickled down
my throat on its way to my stomach where it warmed the very core of my
being.  It wasn't enough to slake my thirst though.  As his orgasm
subsided, I immediately found myself wanting more of the warm milky sweet
substance -- I needed it to be completely honest.

After having sucked down all of Cody's plentiful ejaculate, I let his cock
slip from my mouth reluctantly.  I smiled at him and licked my lips as he
opened his eyes and caught his breath.

"Did that feel good baby?" I inquired.

"Oh yes Daddy, that was really awesome." he replied with his cutest smile.

"Well, Daddy is ready for some pussy." I stated as I stood up and let him
wrap his arms around my neck.  Cody wrapped his legs around my waist as I
grabbed his ass cheeks in each hand and gradually started to lift him out
of the cradle.  I pulled his cheeks apart, allowing the 8 inch prostate
stimulator to slide out of his pussy.  He pressed his lips to mine as the
cock shaped vibrating rod slipped easily from its place deep inside his
tight hole.  It made an erotic plopping noise as it popped out of him
suggesting he was somewhat reluctant to let go of it.

He moaned in my mouth and sucked hard on my tongue as I carried him over to
our bed and laid him gently on his back.

"So are you ready for just any old pussy my Captain?" Cody teased as he
rolled onto his tummy.  He spread his legs obscenely wide while arching his
back down and his ass upward.  "Or are you ready to fuck this pussy?"

"First I'm going to eat this pussy," I growled as I dove into his hole with
my tongue.  Using all of my many tricks on the epicenter of his pleasure
corridor, with tongue, lips, and fingers, I brought him quickly to the
height of arousal.  He was whimpering and mewling sexily within moments of
my attentions on his hot little tasty hole.

"Oh Daddy, I love how you eat my pussy.  It always feels so good!" he
exclaimed.

After a few minutes I decided I could wait no longer.  My own poor cock had
been tormented enough and needed to be freed.  I shrugged off my flight
singlet and quickly had it completely unzipped around my ankles.

"Get the rubber out of the drawer Cody," I instructed as moved in behind
him and lined up my painfully stiff erection at his pink and completely
hairless hole.

Cody reached over to the nightstand beside the bed and retrieved a fresh
'rubber' as we still called it.  It wasn't really a condom anymore, nor did
it really even server the same purpose, but mankind likes our traditions I
suppose, so we stubborn males still called it a rubber.  No need to fix it
if it wasn't broken, I always said.  I gave Cody a minute to roll it over
his cock.  After a few moments his hands came back up and grasped both his
butt cheeks and spread them.

"Ready for my debut Mr. DeMille!" Cody joked.  He was such a little
comedian.  He loved watching old Earth Holo-vids almost as much as he
apparently enjoyed being fucked.  I obliged him and sank my cock into the
warmest, moistest, and most appreciative hole ever designed for such a
purpose in the history of humanity.

I fucked Cody in several different positions, speeds, and angles to give
him as much pleasure with each thrust as I possibly could.  It was a very
primal rutting.  After his 3rd orgasm I could hold back no longer and
flooded his hot and tight hole with all the sperm I could muster.  I
flooded his pussy with every last bit of life sustaining goo my heaving
testicles could cough up.

After I finished unloading inside of him and catching my breath slightly, I
reached underneath him and grasped the sloshing rubber attached snugly
around his penis.  I gently cupped it in my hand estimating by its weight
and size how much of his juice actually filled the rubber.  I pinched it
off just forward of the head of his penis, rolled the cuff off his shaft
which was still somewhat hard, and deftly tied it off - effectively
trapping the precious essence inside for later consumption.

 G-juice was never meant to be wasted and so it would not be - by me or
anyone else as long as they were under my command.  I lifted the precious
cargo from underneath him marveling at the milky white viscous liquid which
appeared to be about 2 pints in volume.  In most ways, it was
indistinguishable from an ordinary water balloon, but it was farm more
valuable and served a very different purpose.

I opened the box on the shelf above our rack and gingerly laid it inside,
flipping the switch which would keep the contents at precisely 39.44
Celsius, or 103 Fahrenheit on the old US scale -- not coincidentally, this
was the same temperature as Cody's body.  Some guys liked to chill their
juice or even have it frozen like Ice cream.  Me, I preferred it hot, just
like it was meant to be served - fresh from the tap.  Every man to his own
tastes though.

I pulled him back into my chest with my arms as I rolled onto my side.  He
spooned back into me exactly as he knew I liked it and I wrapped my arms
protectively around him.  I quickly dozed off while he purred contentedly
enveloped in my strong arms.  My cock began slowly deflating inside him as
he exerted some control over the muscles in his pussy and continued to
rhythmically contract himself around my cock, effectively milking every
single drop of sperm I could possibly give him from my dick

We both slept for the next few hours.

Now that we're both sleeping contently and soundly for the rest of the
night, I guess this would be a good time to explain some things about Cody
and I, but to do so we'll have to take a journey back in time about 140
years for some background - all the way back to the time of the double XX
virus and the war that almost caused the extinction of the human species.
The war that ended all wars and the one that forever changed the destiny
and make up of the human race.  Oddly enough, it was also the only war in
our entire history that in hindsight every objective observer would agree
was actually for the best.

 To Be Continued...