Date: Fri, 18 Nov 2011 18:27:04 -0800 (PST)
From: niftystoryteller <niftystoryteller@yahoo.com>
Subject: To the End of Space, Chapter Four

Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of consensual
sex between adult males. If you are underage or do not wish to read such
materials, or if it is illegal to read them in your jurisdiction, then read
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	After breakfast, Kellen glanced at his clickpiece and saw that he
could still potentially intersect with the not-very-subtle checkpoint guard
at the aqua center. I reminded him not to forget his workout session, and
then we agreed to meet up for the late-cycle meal. Watching him depart, I
could see that he had a bit more swagger in his step than before. Fucking
the Commander must bring out something new in a cadet. Certainly heads
turned as he strode by, though that might have been due to his decision to
wear only the breeches from his uni, and no pouch. If he kept that up, I'd
need to take a number if I hoped to get a crack at his ass.

	Following my own admonition, I went to the gym for a workout. It
felt good to pump up, and I thought I might find someone to scratch that
itch that was already making itself known. Gods, I think sex is my main
mission when I'm on rejuv. Maybe my only mission. No one at the gym caught
my eye, though, so I decided to go cruise the new technology display
center. Space Force likes to give us grunts a taste of the toys they're
planning to roll out in the field, and it's always eye opening. Plus, I
like the stud geeks who hang out there. Civvies think Scouts are a bunch of
rockheads, but some of us have brains that are every bit as big as our
tools. Both come in pretty handy in a tight spot. I caught a robocart over
to the display hall and was soon wandering the aisles, taking it all
in. One display in particular caught my eye, a mock-up of the next
generation Scout Expeditionary Vehicle. SEVs are a class of small, fast,
maneuverable ships, designed to drop a single unit into a hot spot and get
it back out before anyone notices. My own unit had done a couple of those
missions, and I was keen to see what the improvements were.

	The guy standing next to me noticed my interest in the sleek model.

	"She's a beauty, isn't she?" he remarked.

	"Yeah, not as bare bones as the last model."

	"I didn't think you Scouts cared about creature comforts."

	"Well, I've heard that's what you pilots think." I was pretty sure
he was a pilot. Short, lean, and wiry, that's the way they're all built. I
guess it's so they can keep the cockpits small. Or maybe it just
compensates for their big egos.

	He laughed, showing his even white teeth, which contrasted with his
golden-brown complexion. "I always want all of my passengers to be
comfortable." He held out his hand. "Nik. Nik Bron."

	I accepted the handshake, which was good and firm, and his dark
eyes held my gaze. Always a good sign.

	"So, what do you pilot?" I asked. "Cruiser class or bigger?"

	"Actually, I fly for a test program. We do it all. Cruisers,
assault ships, recon, whatever you've got. Right now, I'm breaking in a new
small transport. Fastest thing I've ever flown. Real sweet. I'm doing an
all Beta cruise, station to station. I'm supposed to meet up with the
engineer in charge of development here. He wants a debrief before I take it
back out. I think he just wants an excuse to play with the boys."

	"I can think of worse meeting spots. Beta stations are sure as hell
better than the shitholes I see out in the field."

      He laughed. "Yeah, I come in a couple of days early at each stop, to
catch the scene. Beta-10 is my favorite so far."

	Talking to Nik, I decided that perhaps I'd been too hard on
pilots. Or maybe test pilots are just a different breed. He seemed very
easygoing. Not showing much skin, so I could only gauge his body through
his uni, but he was definitely good looking. Judging from the dark
seventeen cycle shadow on his cheeks and the black fur on his forearms, I
figured he was pretty hairy. I wondered if he shaved his body like the
other pilots I had messed around with.

	"So, you want to go get something to eat?" I asked. "Mid-cycle's
just about here, and I passed a sookah bar on my way in. They usually have
good food."

	"I'd like to, but I told Asker I'd meet him here. Not sure if he
has my geolocater address. Ah, but there he is."

	He pointed to a civvie who was approaching. Asker Wiley, engineer
extraordinaire. He was just about the opposite of Nik. Tall, golden blond
hair, strappingly muscular. The only thing they shared was golden brown
skin. Nik could thank his genes, but Asker owed his to the sun, artificial
or real. After introductions were made, Nik floated my suggestion of the
sookah bar. Asker quickly agreed.

	"Hell yeah! I haven't been to one of those in a hundred cycles. And
three dicks is perfect."

	After a short walk, we pushed through the heavy door that cordoned
off the exotic world of the sookah. It took my eyes a couple of centiclicks
to adjust to the darkness. Aside from some mood lighting, most of the
illumination came from the sookahs that sat on each occupied table. Clear,
crystalline bulbs shimmered with fiery illumination, powered by the
sensations generated by the men that they serviced. The host showed us to a
free table in the back, giving us a nice view of all the action. Our
servicer appeared quickly.

	"Just the three of you for sookah?"

	"Yes, and bring us a round of food and drinks, too," I replied.

	"So when's the last time you did this?" Asker released the fastener
that attached his tunic to his breeches and folded both back. Curly golden
hair covered his tan legs and melded with the denser triangular patch that
padded the base of his belly. His plump, uncut cock rested comfortably on
his fist-sized sack of balls. Based on their size, I would have bet on him
in any cum-shooting contest. He could surely produce enough to hose down
his smooth torso.

	Nik smiled sheepishly. "Well, I was on Beta-3 just five cycles
ago. They've got a real nice sookah joint."

	I snorted. "Yeah, he's really been on a hardship tour." I watched
as Nik peeled back his uniform. Not bad. Unlike the other pilots I'd
encountered, he was satisfied with just a trim, leaving a neat covering of
clipped dark hair on his torso, transitioning to slightly longer pubes. The
tamed pelt seemed to accentuate the definition of his lean muscles. His cut
cock, already hard and ready for action, curved upward like a dark-skinned
scimitar. He was clearly a horny little devil, even if his walnut-shaped
balls weren't as big as Asker's.

	At that point the server showed up with our sookah, and I pulled
off my pouch, exposing my own equipment. He placed the device itself in the
center of the table, while a helper served us drinks and food.

	"This is our special aphrodisiac punch," the server said. "A secret
recipe."

	As we sipped our drinks, he attached three kah wands to the central
cylinder and activated the unit. A very faint glow emanated from the large
crystal globe that protruded from the top.

	"Who would like to be first?" he asked.

	"I always defer to a man in uniform," Asker gestured in my
direction.

	"What about a man out of uniform?" I joked, nodding my assent to
the server. "I appreciate the gesture."

	The server, whose nametag identified him as Basto, knelt down next
to me and began to suck on my rapidly hardening dick, preparing it for
sheathing. He was probably no more than 20 circuits old, but he was clearly
very experienced. And pretty sexy, too, if you like them that
young. Chestnut brown hair, fine features, flushed cheeks, and nice
cock-sucking lips. I bet that he scored some pretty good tips.

	It didn't take him long to prepare me for the kah wand, which he
guided over my erection. It was an awesome feeling. The whole idea of
sookah is that it keeps you right on the edge of orgasm, while
simultaneously transmitting the sensations from all of the other cocks
plugged into the same device directly into your nervous system. I agreed
with Asker. It's fun to do it with another bud, but two others is about
perfect. Anything more and it all just blends together. Way better to be
able to pick each individual cock out of the feed.

	Nik was next. I think both Asker and I enjoyed watching Basto work
his red lips and tongue over the upward-curved prick, which was topped by a
helmut-shaped head. Clearly enjoying the attention, Nik spread his legs
wide and gave Basto free reign to prep him for the kah wand.

	It's always a little jarring when the other guy's cock comes on
line. You're sitting there, minding your own business, enjoying your own
wand's precisely calibrated jacking action, and then, bam, there's another
cock crowding into your brain. Fuckin' A! The only thing better than
enjoying one Scout cock is enjoying two. Or three. And based on the signal
that I was getting from Nik, a pilot cock wasn't half bad, either.

	By this point Asker was hard as a rock from watching us, so he
probably could have dispensed with the pre-sheathing service, but he
clearly wanted the full treatment.

	"Just top me off," he said, guiding Basto's face into his
crotch. His foreskin had been pretty loose when he was soft, but that
changed as his erection reared up and out. The tightening skin also had the
effect of pulling his balls into position and making them even more
prominent. Gods, his rigid tool would give Kellen a run for his money. It
might not have been as long, but it was one of the thickest I'd seen. Basto
was quite a trooper, but I think he was glad when a respectable amount of
time had passed, and he could sheath that fucker. The sensation was very
different from Nik's signal, which was focused right around the head. Asker
had a very sensitive shaft, and the electric impulses seemed to emanate as
much from inside as on the surface.

	With all three of us plugged in, the crystal globe glowed nicely,
tracking the ebb and flow of our stimulation. Watching the dance of colors
and comparing to the signals I was receiving, I deduced that Nik's signal
was in the red part of the spectrum, Asker was orange, and I was yellow. As
one of us would get closer to the point of orgasm, the intensity of our
color would grow, but the kah wand knew to back off right before the point
of release, and then the focus would shift to someone else.

	"Fuck, this is great," Asker said. "You service guys have some nice
cocks."

	Neither Nik nor I could argue with that, but we assured Asker he
was second to none. Most of the men in my unit would sure as hell have
given their left testicle to have a dick like his in the unit.

	We really didn't even try to have a normal conversation while we
were on the sookah. Somehow that just never works. Instead, it's very
conducive to a detailed description of your 10 favorite fucks, or the best
blowjob you've ever had, or the most depraved hazing ritual ever performed
at cadet school. Somehow the state of politics in the Galactic Republic or
the latest developments in quantum physics just never seem to come
up. Sookah really is the perfect rejuv activity.

	Yet it's also a very intimate thing, to experience what someone
else is feeling. Normally I only do the sookah with buddies, comrades, guys
for whom I'd lay my life on the line. At the time I didn't know that Nik
and Asker would become part of that club, and maybe they wouldn't have if
we hadn't shared that very pleasant couple of clicks. But we did, and they
did.

	"How're you guys doing over here," Basto finally asked, clearly
eager to turn the table. Our near climaxes were coming faster and faster at
that point, and the crystal globe pulsed with sexual energy. We were
ready. One small adjustment on the sookah was all it took, like releasing
the brake on a runaway robotransport, and we were on our way. When you're
having sex, you don't always know exactly when your orgasm is going to
creep up on you. After two clicks on the sookah, you know it isn't far
away.

      Aware that the other two were feeling everything I was, the desire to
blow a grade-A Scout load was intense. As I watched the two of them
grooving on their wands, as I felt it, I thought about getting fucked by
Kellen that morning, about sharing those twins with Roban, about the first
time I'd fucked another cadet in zero-G, about how Asker's fat cock would
look pumping into Nik's dark hole, about the time Roban and I worked over
our tactical instructor from both ends, about how I had watched my XO piss
all over a particularly mouthy new recruit before fucking him to show him
who was the bad-ass boss, and finally about cumming just a couple of clicks
earlier with Kellen buried deep in my ass.

	"Uhhhhh, fuck," I grunted, yellow light brightening into a
brilliant flash, followed in short order by orange and red. The three of us
rode our mutual orgasm for what felt like an eternity, but it was actually
no more than a couple of centiclicks.

	Asker was the first to speak when we came down. "Men, that was
fucking awesome. I'll take a replay anytime." Neither Nik nor I could
disagree with that.

	As we were being unhooked, Asker proposed that Nik and I come over
to his quarters that evening, to pick up where we left off. "I've got this
big Company suite, might as well use it. Bring some friends if you like."
He looked down at Basto, who was working to extricate Asker's cock from the
kah wand. "If you're not working, you should come by, too."

	It was settled. The night promised excitement. To say that it
delivered would be an understatement. It just wasn't exactly the way any of
us expected.