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The sight was awesome. Good thing he was getting some action tonight with Emerson, otherwise he'd be in his own room doing the same thing Braden was here. Much to his surprise, Braden had a dildo inserted into his arsehole. The hand that held it there, pushing it in as far as it would go and pulling it out just enough so that it didn't slip out of his arsehole, worked just as hard as the one on his cock. It was hypnotic.

Did that mean Braden liked guys? Or better yet, that he was a bottom? His tight, muscular arse was perfect for fucking, no doubt. If Ely's dick had been stirred by the thought of Emerson naked, then what he saw now made it as stiff as ever. Ely could even feel his pre-cum ooze from him, having to adjust himself many times to remain comfortable in his trousers.

Then Braden let out a cry, his body shuddering.

Ely knew why. Great ribbons of cum shot out from Braden's cock, the thick, white fluid covering his rippling abs and chiselled chest. Ely didn't hang around to see anymore. He'd seen enough to keep his dreams ablaze for a long time, anyway.

He headed for the shower.

When freshened up and dressed in his civvies, Ely came into the common area once more of the cabin. A room that held the holovid and a couple of soft chairs to relax in. Most cabins had two or three bedrooms, single quarters. The bathroom was shared. The good thing about the
Mandrake
was that it was huge, able to accommodate such luxury, even to cadets. The starship was ten kilometres in length from the forward assembly to the engine exhaust flutes. It was a deep exploration vessel, one that required those on their tour of duty to be there for two to three years at a time, perhaps more depending on the mission. This was Ely's first tour.

Braden's light was off.

Ely smiled at the thought of what he'd seen earlier. The man would sleep well after all that effort, he was sure. The image of that dildo working its magic was one that would stick with him for a long time. One that aroused him, too.

The forward viewing lounge on C deck was quiet. Only a few had gathered, most in couples and most nursing their drinks or engaging in private conversations. To Ely's delight, Emerson was at the viewing window, his tall, thin frame a welcome sight, mainly because it meant that he hadn't been stood up. That had happened plenty of times in the past. Going out with guys was just as difficult as trying to attract the opposite sex. Not that Ely had ever been interested in women. But those who were, had told him of their troubles. Love was love, and the trials and triumphs were the same no matter who was the object of desire.

Ely approached, coughing politely into his hand so as not to startle the man. Emerson was dressed in jeans and a shirt, the unmistakable waft of some exotic and manly scent striking Ely before he could reach out and peck him on his cheek in greeting.

Emerson turned from his study of the expanse of space outside the viewing window. Ely never took too much notice of the stars, the blackness of space something that gave him an uneasy feeling. But not tonight. Tonight he was all for Emerson.

"You came?" Emerson had that taken aback combined with disbelief look flash across his face. His deep, brown eyes twinkled, like two seductive stars.

"Of course. I don't stand up my dates." Ely gestured for Emerson to be seated at the closest table, one lit with mood lighting from within, pulling out the chair for him.

"It's just that my history with guys hasn't been all that flash hot." Emerson looked thoughtful, distant even. "Actually, you could say my love life up until this point has been a disaster."

Ely raised his hand to get a waiter's attention. The forward viewing lounge was a private run enterprise, as were most of the social bars and nightclubs. One way the military cut costs. Sending people into space wasn't cheap. The cost of anything here was expensive, but Ely didn't care. Emerson was worth it. "What do you want to drink?"

"Starsparkle ale, thanks."

"Oh, good choice. I hear that they cold filter that using the liquid methane found on Titan."

Emerson let out a chuckle. "That's impossible. Titan is way too cold, even for beer production. No, they make it on Mars just like most of the other supplies on board."

But Ely didn't get a sense of being made fun of. On the contrary, Emerson's face had lit up. He was even leaning forward on his elbows to stare, a broad smile, hanging on every word Ely spoke. The guy looked smitten and Ely couldn't help feel the same. That attraction he found earlier was becoming more than that. That sealed it, Emerson was a beautiful man on the inside.

When the waiter had taken their order and delivered their drinks in an efficient manner, Ely said, "Here's to us." He rose his glass and clinked it onto Emerson's. The sound a welcome one, and hopefully the start of a beautiful relationship. "So, tell me about yourself. I'm sure a good looker like you has had guys banging down your door to get to you, right?"

"I wish." Emerson let out another delightful laugh. Deep and guttural, his Adam's apple bobbing seductively as he did so. "My last,
so-called
boyfriend was back on Mars," Emerson began. "He'd taken me to a party and got so drunk I had to carry him home. Pawing me all the way until I finally gave up and got him into the bedroom so he could have his way. Big mistake." He touched the glass onto his plump lips and sipped.

"What happened?"

Emerson shook his head. "He couldn't even get hard for a start, let alone stand up straight. It was like trying to work with one of those animated cadavers the medical students use to practice on." He then used his thumb and index finger to indicate the small size of his ex-boyfriend's dick. There wasn't much gap, and Ely couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh, my God, that's terrible." Ely sipped from his glass in time with Emerson, realising he was doing so and not caring about it either. Imitation was the best form of flattery, after all. The ale was good, and so was Emerson's company. Many times, Emerson brushed his hand across Ely's, so tender and caring, staring deep and long into his eyes as he did so.

"That's not the worst of it. When I finally got him so he was useable and my jaw ached unlike anything I'd ever experienced in my life, he crawled on top of me and fell asleep. Not even a penetration. Took me ages to get the useless lump off me."

Ely's eyes widened. So Emerson was a bottom? How delicious. "I bet you dumped him quick smart after that."

"I didn't get a chance. Came on board the
Mandrake
and been lonely ever since. He keeps trying to contact me, saying he's sorry and blah, blah, but really, after his lack of effort, I don't think he's the one for me even though I thought about getting back with him so many times. It's lonely--"

Ely squeezed Emerson's hand, a gesture of reassurance. "You're not alone any more, Sonny. And I can tell you right now I won't get drunk and fall asleep on you while we're making love, and that's a promise."

"You're just saying that because you want a fuck." Again, Emerson didn't sound malicious with his words, but with a gentle, kind tone that Ely found dead sexy.

"I sure do. Who wouldn't want to have you? Besides, one fuck can lead to another and another…and then…well, we'll take it one step at a time, shall we?"

"You're so handsome, Ely." Emerson got up from his seat, pulling Ely up with him. "I think we should go somewhere more private."

"You took the words right out of my mouth. Let me just go pay for the drinks, I'll be with you in a tick."

Emerson nodded, heading for the entrance.

Moments later, hand in hand, Ely and Emerson were walking down the corridor toward the lift. "We'll go to my cabin. I've been allocated single quarters, no share," Emerson said.

"You have?"

"Yeah, all science staff have been. It's a kind of done thing, I suppose. At any rate, we'll be alone."

Ely liked the sound of that. His quarters would have been an interesting choice. He couldn't imagine anything worse than trying to seduce a new date into some amorous action between the sheets with Braden groaning in the other room while he ploughed himself with his dildo.

"Here we are." The door to room 210 was unlocked with Emerson's deft hand on the touch pad, the invitation to enter more than welcome. When Ely passed him, he leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek.

That was all the encouragement Ely needed. He grabbed Emerson around his waist and pulled him into the cabin. The lights went on automatically, so no rummaging around in the dark to find the sofa.

Moments later, Ely was at Emerson's lips, pressing hard and sending in his tongue. A burst of taste struck him, a mild tang with a hint of sweetness and Starsparkle ale.

When parted, Emerson's lips glistening with their effort, Ely asked, "How far do you want to go?" He ran his hands down Emerson's back, going under the material of his shirt, feeling his welcome heat against his own touch. Ely groaned, pulling Emerson in closer, pressing his groin against his own.

Emerson gasped, his lips a quiver, his eyes a sparkle that could outshine any star. "All the way."

Chapter Three

"All the way it is," Ely said.

"Um…I don't want to kill the mood, but have you got the skin seal?" Emerson asked when Ely pulled his shirt apart so he could feast his gaze on his chest and stomach. The sight was wonderful. Yes, Emerson was skinny, his skin and muscle only a scant covering for his ribs and hipbones. But he was so smooth. Not a blemish on him. Not even a mole or a scar. The best part of all was that his nipples were aroused and red. A definite sign of his interest.

Ely had the urge to rove his tongue all over his skin, lick and nibble those beautiful nipples that looked like sensual beacons on a field of snow. Before he did so, he replied, "No. Have you?" Emerson sat up, forcing Ely to sit up with him. He wanted to get on with it, and the sofa was a good a place as any. "What's the matter?" Ely questioned, one hand tugging on Emerson's trouser waist.

"Why is it always up to the bottom to provide the protection?"

Ely was taken aback. Was this now a no-go situation because he had forgotten to bring his can of skin seal? How stupid was he? The military gave the stuff out by the crate load. He had at least a dozen canisters in his quarters. And what with the new, slim line design, no one would have noticed it in his pocket.

"I…I…" Ely stammered, clambering off Emerson. The sight of him was still so arousing, but the man was right. Ely wanted to retain his positive health check record. Such a thing meant that he could continue to be assigned missions, work in places where others may not have an opportunity to do so, such as on board the
Mandrake
. The military required all their personnel to be in peak condition. Random tests were common.

Emerson smiled, got up off the sofa and took Ely's hand. "Lucky I have some then, isn't it?"

Ely sighed relief. "For a moment there I thought--never mind." He drew Emerson close again, lavishing him with more kisses. "Now, where were we?"

"Right about here." Emerson pulled him toward the first available door. It was his bedroom. The cot looked so enticing. But Ely knew it would be even more so when Emerson was lying naked upon it.

Both of them stood above the bed. Ely unzipped Emerson's trousers and they fell away with ease. He kicked them away. The man was wearing briefs and the bulge was something to be seen to be believed. Ely didn't need an imagination to know that Emerson was both excited
and
well hung.

When he sat down on the end of the cot, moving Emerson so his groin was at eye level, he slipped his fingers under the elastic band of the briefs. Seconds later, and with a gasp that took his breath away, Emerson's cock was freed from it cloth prison.

"By the Great Red Spot of Jupiter, you're fucking massive." Ely spoke the truth. Emerson was, without doubt, the largest guy he had ever seen in real life. By the old scale, he'd say an easy eight inches, if not more. Tackling it would be interesting and fun, to say the least.

Emerson had a smile on his face that couldn't be wiped away in a million years, he'd bet his left nut on that. The man sure was proud of what he was endowed with. What's more he had nice ripe balls that hung beautifully beneath the monster. Ely cupped them, feeling their weight. They were warm. But not as warm as what his cock would be, Ely imagined. It was so hard now that it had been given some air, veins bulging, that his foreskin retracted of its own accord. His head a shiny, healthy pink and ever so inviting. Ely couldn't wait to take him into his mouth, get him in a begging mood for a good hard fucking.

Before Ely could bring his lips to his lover's cock, start to lick the pre-cum that oozed from his piss slit, Emerson placed his hand under Ely's chin in the universal gesture for him to get up onto his feet.

"What's the matter?" Ely asked, again worried by how Emerson did things and whether or not he'd done something wrong. Panic turned his stomach's butterflies into a storm that made him feel nauseous.

"I want to see you naked, too. I know what I look like."

Ely smiled and kissed him, sending in his tongue, chasing and dancing with Emerson's for the longest time. When parted, Ely let him take off his clothes. He was as hard as he'd ever be, and needed to get the restricting cloth off him, anyway.

Emerson gasped when he had disrobed Ely, pulling on the root of his dick so that his foreskin could reveal his bulging, wet with pre-cum, head. "You've got a massive dick, too." He then pushed Ely onto the bed, tickling him in the process.

Soon the cabin was filled with laughter as they both rolled around on the bed, naked and without a care. The cot springs creaking. In a natural pause in their fun, Ely sat up, cross-legged. He took Emerson's hands, looked him in the eye, and said, "Mine's nowhere near as big as yours. You're so beautiful, Sonny, and I'm glad we got together."

Emerson seemed to enjoy the compliment. His cheeks were as blushed and red as his head. He leaned over and opened his top drawer. "There's only one way to find out."

Before Ely could add another word to the conversation, Emerson had pulled out an electronic tape measure, a canister of skin seal, lubricant, the warming variety, and a dildo, the latest silicon model complete with realistic, veins, balls and foreskin. Ely couldn't believe his eyes. "What else you got in there?"