Date: Wed, 14 Sep 2016 01:44:13 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Stowaway to the Stars, Chapter 1 of 3

                      STOWAWAY TO THE STARS
                    Chapter One: Space Malaise
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
                   WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     [Note: This story involves men and an underaged boy having sexual
encounters and the third chapter contains incest as well. As always, my
stories are fantasies with no basis in reality either intended or implied,
I personally have a clearly defined border between fantasy and reality in
my own life and can enjoy these sort of stories with no desire to go out
and emulate them in my own life. But if stories of this sort offend you,
please, spare yourself and read no further. I write a wide variety of
stories (it's what lets me stay so prolific) so check back in future weeks
for a story of mine that may not go too far for you.]
     I knew it was Daddy's shift in the control room, so when I woke up, I
went up there first to see him. Daddy was sitting at the controls and
making notes of the various readings on the various dials. Not much else to
do, once he had verified that the "Daribow" was on course, he could sit
back and make sure that everything else was working like it should for the
rest of his shift. Of course, if something did happen, like a meteor on a
collision course (something that wouldn't happen once in a thousand years
according to Daddy), he had to be there to do something about it. "Good
morning, Daddy!"
     "Morning, Paul." Dad said, smiling over at me. I always said good
morning to him wherever he was on the ship. "How are you doing this
morning?"
     "Good." I said. "Just waiting until breakfast." It was only six thirty
in the morning (according to our clock, that is, we were now moving at an
appreciable percentage of the speed of light now and time was a matter of
opinion, like Lieutenant Jason said), and breakfast wasn't served until
seven-thirty. "Can I help you with anything?"
     "Afraid not." he said like always. His big, strong arms moved over the
controls. I loved the way his hands moved when he did that, it was like he
was stroking them, the way I wished he'd stroke me sometimes. Such a big,
handsome man, my Daddy.
     "Then can I watch?" I asked him, knowing the answer, but you never
know, maybe one day he'd change it.
     "Afraid not." was what he said as always. "You know the rules, now
clear out and wait for me to come down after breakfast."
     "Okay." I agreed and scampered out. I still had an hour to wait for
breakfast and there were five other men on this ship.
     Yeah, just the seven of us, me, my Daddy and the five others. I wasn't
even supposed to be here, but I'd stowed away just before the ship left
Earth orbit! Well, Daddy had told Mommy and me that he was going on a trip
that would last over a hundred years (the time effect of faster than light,
of course, it wouldn't be that long for Daddy by a lot), so he wouldn't see
either of us any more. He and Mommy had gotten a divorce, but if she
wouldn't miss Daddy, I would, so I talked a friend of mine to come along on
the aboard-ship party the last night and then cover for me, so they
wouldn't look for me until well after we were on the trip.
     They weren't happy to see I was on the ship at first, for the supplies
were limited and had to last them for almost ten years (ship time). But the
fuel of the constant-boost ship wasn't a problem, and the produce of the
hydroponics garden could be increased enough to both feed me and give me
oxygen to breathe, and water of course is no problem aboard ship, you just
recycle and reuse it over and over. The men had to eat and use less of the
supplies brought from Earth such as steaks and ham, but on the whole, their
grousing had been minimal. In the three months we'd been traveling, slowly
getting up to top speed (near the speed of light), I'd found ways to make
myself useful around the ship. Like I was going to be useful now to
Lieutenant Jason.
     Lieutenant Jason was in the control room from six p.m. until two in
the morning, so he would sleep until the last minutes until coming in for
breakfast. So I went downstairs from the control room, sliding down the
ladder the way that Major Brad had taught me, just the insides of my feet
on the rails of the ladder along with my hands, sliding down like it was a
sort of wide fireman's pole. It let me go down the two levels to the
crewmen's quarters in about ten seconds and was a lot of fun, too.
     The crewmen's quarters took up the entire third floor (the control
room at the top was the first floor, second was computers and navigational
instruments and such, fourth was the kitchen, lounge and pantry, fifth was
stores and the sixth and final floor was the engine controls. Below that,
of course, was the mass-driver, but you didn't want to go down there, no
sir!), and was made up of six rooms, one for each of the crewmen. I had a
makeshift cot kept in the lounge.
     I know, I'm telling too much! But anyway, I went down the ladder and
onto the third floor deck and over to Lieutenant Jason's room and touched
the door's keylock. It was locked, but I knew the combination (he'd shown
it to me, that is, so I could do what I did), so I unlocked it and slipped
inside, and shut it again. The room wasn't pitch dark, the Lieutenant
didn't like it so, so I had a little light, enough to see the light control
and I raised it up some more so I could see easier.
     Lieutenant Jason was still asleep, of course, but he was a man who
thrashed about quite a bit in his sleep, and he'd kicked the covers askew
on his body. He slept without clothes entirely, and I could see his entire
left side, for the covers had slipped away from him that much, his body was
all curves of sleeping muscles, large even in repose, his face a squarish
masculine form with black hair just long enough to show it a small wave to
the hairs, a small smile on his face. He put me in mind of a sleeping
panther I'd seen in a zoo, lounging about comfortably, master of all he
surveyed and feeling no sense of danger anywhere to bother with.
     It also made it easy for me to do what I did, which was to slip into
the bed next to him and lying there, slide my hand under the covers and
wrap my hand around his prick. It was there, large and warm and soft, like
a lump of velvet-wrapped sausage, and I lifted it, feeling how plump and
rich and warrrmmm it was!
     Lieutenant Jason stirred but didn't wake up. I gave his cock a few
soft strokes up and down and Lieutenant Jason moaned in his sleep. But his
cock stiffened, and I lifted the covers up and over to expose his
midsection, and I saw as well his stomach with its dusting of hairs over
the six-pack of abs he maintained by hours of working out in the small gym
this spaceship boasted. But mostly I saw his cock, the thick seven inches
(that's what he told me it was, anyhow and that looked right) of it in my
hand, the glans all pinkish above the shaft which was a pale golden color,
like Lieutenant Jason's body. I looked up at him, still asleep and I
grinned. Now I got to wake him up!
     My mouth open, I went down over his cock and it slid inside over my
tongue smooth as ice cream, only much warmer. When I got it all the way
inside my mouth, I closed my lips and, holding onto the skin of the shaft,
I drew upwards, the cockskin forming thick folds on my tongue. Lieutenant
Jason moaned, and stirred. I knew what was happening.
     Lieutenant Jason was waking up.
     I began to suck on him slowly, moving up and down and up and down,
taking about five seconds for each up-and-down stroke. A hand reached up,
sleepily, fumbling, and landed on my head. Just a touch, and I moved up and
down faster now, about two seconds for each up-and-down stroke.
     "Oooh, oh, oh, yeah!" Lieutenant Jason moaned and his fingers clenched
through the brown thatch of my head hair. Now he was gripping me like that,
but still gently. "Oh, oh, baby, yeah, come on, suck it for me."
     I began to play my tongue over his shaft as I moved up and down and
that earned me more moans from him, still sleepy sounds, but waking up,
waking up more.
     His chest was moving up and down, and his moans now put me more of a
bear, prowling in the woods and whuffling as it searched for nuts or
berries. Not an aggressive sound, but a powerful sound, and Lieutenant
Jason was a powerful man, it suited him.
     "Oh, oh, yeah, baby, I'm coming, baby, I'm coming." he crooned to
me. "You want to take it this morning, or me shoot it all over you?"
     I liked when he asked me that. "Shoot it on me." I decided. "Be sure
you warn me in time, okay?" I had lifted off to say that, but when I went
back to sucking him, I did it with all the speed and grip I could bring to
bear.
     "Okay, baby, going to shoot it on you, all over your face, baby, all
over your face, I, oh! Oh, baby, here it comes, it's coming, I'm coming,
now, now, now!"
     I lifted off him again, but my hand took over and I rose up and put my
face a few inches in front of that steaming schlong of his. My hand
hammered him like a demon and Lieutenant Jason moaned, writhed and moaned
again, and I was looking right at his cock when he creamed!
     Hot white jets of man-jizz sprayed and the first glob hit me on my
left cheek just under the eye and I closed my eyes because more was coming
up, and more wads splattered my face, hitting my right eye on the eyelid,
on my nose and chin, right over my lips, another on my forehead, and all of
these squibs of spunk were dribbling down my face from where they'd landed,
and I lifted my face as the sprays stopped, and just let them run down my
face!
     "Oh, oh, oh, man!" Lieutenant Jason panted as he finished, and I
opened my good left eye and saw him lying under me, his huge chest rising
up and down really fast as he breathed. "You are so damned good at that,
Paul!"
     "Yeah!" I giggled. "You awake now?"
     "Yeah, I'm awake, at...." Lieutenant Jason looked at the clock. "Oh,
jeez, six-forty-five! I could have slept another half hour!"
     "So go back to sleep." I told him. I lifted my finger up and wiped a
glob of his spunk off my face and stuck it in my mouth. "Mmm, nice and
salty, but nice." I told him.
     "God, you're a mess. Better wash your face before you go back out
where they can see you." He told me.
     I did, washing my face in the little sink his cabin held, and combed
my hair and went out to find Major Brad.
     He was always in the workout room at this time. He had a shift in the
engine room (all the crewmen held double duties, my dad was not only a
control room operator, he was the Captain, a rank that didn't mean much
with only the six men on board to boss. But he had administration duties
and typed his own reports every day. Major Brad stood at watch in the
engine room like I said, but was also the only member of the ship that
wasn't part of the Navy, he was a Marine and our little ship's "military"
and if we had to fight, he'd be the one in charge of the rest of the men,
even my Dad.
     Major Brad was on the weight machines, lying back and pumping the huge
bars up and down. There wasn't room for actual weights for him, but the
machinery kept up a resistance just the same. For most of us, Major Brad
was a major muscle builder, and he said that he couldn't get enough work on
these machines to do him any good.
     So I did what I often did for him at this time, I got over and caught
his eye and he smiled, and I crawled up and sat down on the bar and he
lifted the weights and me, too. I added an extra seventy pounds to his
weight set and he pumped it and me and my legs dangled on both sides of his
head as he worked it.
     My weight gave him a real workout and he was ready after about twenty
or so reps to put the weights down and he grunted out, "Okay, enough!" and
I let him lower the bar and then I slid around and off it and onto the deck
again. He set the weight bars back into their slot in the wall and lay
where he was, breathing hard. He was only wearing a pair of rather brief
shorts and the sheen of sweat was all over his body. He was panting and
said, "Hoo, man, that really hit the spot!"
     "You done with your workout?"
     "Nah, got another twenty minutes or so." he said. "But I'm ready to
rest a few minutes."
     "That's good." I said and I reached down and fished into his shorts.
     He didn't try to stop me, I had been playing with Major Brad about as
long as I had been with Lieutenant Jason. So I brought out his dong and it
was hard and ready for me.
     I slipped out of my own shorts (I was wearing it and a t-shirt and
some socks, all we wore on the ship which didn't have any dirt to get on us
because small cleaning robots ran over the surfaces and kept things clean)
and wasn't wearing any briefs underneath it, and said, "Want me to lube you
up?"
     "Nah, I'll do it." he said. He kept a small tube of lubricant nearby
and he squirted a glob of it into his hand and rubbed it over his
prick. "Climb on, and you'd better hurry, Commander Reed has been coming in
mornings a bit after seven o'clock. Like fifteen minutes a day is going to
do him any good! But we don't want him to catch us at this, do we?"
     "Nu-uh." I agreed as I got straddle of his stomach. Actually, I was
doing this with Commander Reed as well as Lieutenant Jason, but none of the
three knew about the other two, and all of them thought we had to sneak
around. They thought it, I should say, but as long as they all played with
me, I didn't tell them about the others. I'd never done anything with
Lieutenant Kevin or my Daddy, but these three men kept me awfully busy
anyway.
     So I stood on my tiptoes with most of my weight on Major Brad's
stomach and then I eased back as he guided his prick in between my butt
cheeks. After more than two months of doing this at least three times a
week with him, I was pretty good at taking his cock up my ass.
     I felt the thick glans at my sphincter and grunted, pushed
backwards. The thick plum of his cockhead squeezed my asshole outwards and
Major Brad's hands guided me back and downwards, and the head squeezed
inside me with sort of pop. The lube after that did its work and the rest
of his cock slid into me slowly but firmly.
     With me sitting all the way down on his prick, that put my feet on the
floor more firmly and I began to wriggle back and forth, riding Major
Brad's body like a horse, and he used his hands to help me move more
smoothly until I got my rhythm right then he began to play his hands over
my body, touching me, like he still, after all this time, couldn't believe
I was actually here and doing this with him. The men of the crew often gave
me this feeling, like they'd resigned themselves to the years we'd be
traveling to be alone except for their own hands and their fantasies, only
to have me crawl out of my hiding hole and into their beds and lives. Even
while we were with others, playing a board game or them helping me with my
studies during my home-school classes, they'd sometimes reach out and touch
me, like they were verifying I was really, truly there.
     Well, I was, and his cock was rubbing me just the right way like it
always did. My own pleasure grew as I rode on him and as he began to pant,
his hips moved to thrust up into me as I moved, and we were wriggling
together and Major Brad was panting like he'd done with the weights as I
rode them, and I said, "Is this a part of your work out?"
     He gave a weak chuckle, all he could manage, for his face lit up with
a sort of glow. "Yeah, a real important part of it, Paul. But you need to
help me work faster, okay?"
     "Okay." I said and sped up. As I did, I felt my own tingling
increase. "Oh, oh, Major Brad, I'm coming, Major Brad, I'm coming!" I
couldn't squirt anything like Lieutenant Jason or the others did, but my
cock tingled like crazy and it felt really, really good. A little bit of
clear liquid leaked out, just enough to mess up my cockhead, but no more.
     And Major Brad saw me writhing on top of him and that made him come,
like it usually did. "Oh, now it's my turn, I'm coming, Paul,
AH-GAH-HUH-UHHHHH, KUH-HUHHHH!"
     His jizm squirted into my ass, a hot flow of spunk that tingled inside
my bowels and Major Brad's face was bright red from his intensity of
climax, and he slumped back, exhausted and gasping.
     I laid down on his chest just for the feel of it, all masculine and
strong, rising and falling slowly as he breathed, and inhaled the hot musky
aroma of his sweat, from his workout and his sex with me, and I licked
lazily at one of his breasts and he looked down, then he gave a quick
chuckle and mussed my hair. "You'd better get cleaned up and into the
kitchen or your Daddy's going to be wondering where you are."
     My Daddy didn't check up on me, but it was Major Brad's way of saying
we had to put everything back so it looked like he and I were just friends
who didn't play with each other at all. So I did like I had in Lieutenant
Jason's room, cleaned myself at the sink (there was one in every room of
the ship) and got dressed and went in to breakfast.
     Only four of us could eat breakfast at one time, Daddy was still in
the control room and Commander Reed was standing watch in the engine room,
but around the table with me were Lieutenants Jason and Kevin, Commander
Gregg and Major Brad. We were all old friends by now, for the watches were
changed every month and this particular schedule had been going for more
than three weeks now. The table was set up to hold only four people at a
time, but I fitted in between Lieutenant Jason and Commander Gregg and now
and then I reached over and touched Lieutenant Jason's crotch and now and
then, he'd squeeze my leg.
     Commander Gregg, along with being second in command on the ship (and
the third control room watchstander along with Dad and Lieutenant Jason),
was also the ship's doctor. When we'd eaten, he tapped his glass with a
knife and said, "I have a report to make. Kevin, can you patch in the
watchstanders for me?"
     "Yes, sir." Lieutenant Kevin leaned over and hit a button on the
nearby comm panel and Commander Gregg raised his voice to speak loudly
enough for them to hear as well.
     "I have the test results from everyone's medical examinations back
from Earth." he told us. I perked up, we'd had the examinations done on the
eighty-day mark, the last time they felt confident that detailed data could
be transmitted from us on the ship to Earth and back in time to reach us by
radio. While Commander Gregg would do what he could for us after this, it
was to be the last really good medical examination we'd have for a dozen
years, and the exams had been exhaustive, and included mental/emotional
tests.
     "First off, I'll tell you all about Paul's exam." Commander Gregg
rubbed my hair and I grinned at him. "Our ship's mascot is in the very best
of health. He tested out in excellent physical health and I don't think
it's any surprise to learn that he's as happy as a bug in a rug."
     They all laughed at that, and I grinned at Lieutenant Jason and Major
Brad especially. Yes, I was happy, but I had a good reason.
     "Now for the rest of you. The crew's physical health is all good, and
I'll tell you all details if you'd like, but you all check out perfectly,
physically. Now, about your mental health...."
     He paused, so we knew this was the bad news. "Some members of the crew
are in lesser mental health than others. I have a theory about this, but
let me tell you the results first."
     "Our best crewmembers are Lieutenant Jason, Commander Reed, and our
Marine presence, Major Brad. Coming in next is our dear Captain and then
myself, then Lieutenant Kevin. None of us are in a disastrous state yet, I
hasten to mention, but the symptoms in all cases are the beginnings of the
phenomenon known as "space malaise."
     I'd heard of this, "space malaise" was the result of long times spent
aboard a starship. You lived inside what was essentially a large decorated
box, after all, and unlike the ancient submarines, you didn't have the
chance to surface and enjoy the ocean air and weather every so often. If
you didn't keep yourself busy with something, you could fall into an
increasing depression. So it was a serious thing, as this was a deep-space
mission, we'd be on this ship for a very long time!
     "So I had to ask myself what the members of the crew who exhibited the
least symptoms were doing that the rest of us weren't. The answer seems to
be our young stowaway here."
     "Me?" I asked.
     "The crewmen who had the least symptoms are the ones who spend the
most time with our youngest crewmember. Let's face it, a child keeps anyone
on his toes. So I'm giving our newest crewman a very important
job. Everyone is to spend at least two hours every day of their off-watch
time with Paul, playing with him and entertaining him. Not just teaching
him like some of you do. But real time, alone if you can. That includes
you, Captain. More time with your son."
     Alone with the other men of the crew. For two whole hours. "Can we
make up a watchlist for them?" I asked eagerly. "I want it to be alone
time, just me and them, okay? Okay?"
     "That works for me." Commander Gregg agreed.
     "I'll draw up a list and we'll do a change-of-watch at the same time."
My father told us all through the intercom. "It's about time my son started
earning his keep around here after all."
     "Yeah." I agreed, giggling.
     Lieutenant Jason caught my eye and gave me a wink. Major Brad gave me
a salute with a grin. Commander Reed's warm chuckle came through the
intercom. Oh yeah, my life aboard ship was going to get a lot more
interesting from now on!
     Of course, right then, I didn't know just how interesting it was going
to get for all of us!

                             THE END
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