Corporal Dan Zogart adjusted his package. His impressively large, flaccid cock was clearly visible, bulging through his formals. Dan Zogart knew how to hide his girthy package in his normal galactic marine fatigues—he had been hiding it, or flaunting it as the circumstances dictated, his whole career. But he didn’t know how to work this absurdly formal get-up he was in now, ambassador of sorts as he was for the Alliance on this special mission to consort with the storied elite fighting regimen on Tau Ceti.
The Cetians were a mean, small band of men that had made a name for themselves in the great Galactic Civil War for fierceness and precision. They had also made a name for themselves for their uncommon sexual customs and proclivities. Cut off from women for their entire lives, the Cetians were not shy about their predilection for gay sex. Dan had heard stories. Dan was an exceedingly handsome man—brown hair, piercing black eyes, 40’s, all muscle. And Lord knows he had succumbed to the ease of being serviced by fellow men while on the front lines. But he wasn’t used to it being out in the open, flaunted, accepted. He wasn’t sure what to expect—but if the rumors were true, his thick, veiny hog was going to get ground down during his six-month posting in this space station. The airlock door hissed and opened as he adjusted his crotch in one last unsuccessful attempt to hide the outline of his dick, which even flaccid was an impressive 7 inches.
Dan was greeted by the welcoming party—the captain of the troop and his mean looking guards. Cetian attire was straight out of a Tom of Finland fantasy: tight pants that bowed at the knee and accentuated hole and pole, black leather bands across their shoulders, all heavily armed. To Dan’s surprise—the initial encounter was totally by the book. Nothing untoward. He was greeted sternly and officiously and after some formalities and oath taking, he was given a brief tour of the bridge and then ushered straight to his quarters.
Maybe the rumors were overblown, thought Dan, as he stretched out on his bed and admired the stars and nebula through the glass behind his bed. The whole trip over here, Dan had been avoiding jerking off—assuming he was going to be walking into a giant orgy. He found himself kind of disappointed—and rock hard. He started to fondle his own cock—it had quickly now grown to its full 10 inches and was oozing precum out of his meaty uncut cock head.
Dan was startled out of his masturbatory slumber by a knock at the door. He jumped up and put a towel around his waist, but his meat was so large the top half of his dick was popping out of the towel and pressing against his stomach. He opened the door half way.
A square jawed, devastatingly handsome, square jawed 30-something blond solider stared blankly at Dan. He was obviously a couple years younger than Dan, him appeared to easily have 30 pounds of muscle on him. He one wasn’t wearing the standard Cetian fascist uniform – he was in a black cloak with a large hood, the shadows of which fell over his steely blue eyes and gave them an added level of intensity.
“Corporal, I am Sergeant Bark.”
Dan stared at him inquisitively, opening the door further and exposing his fat, dripping hooded cockhead to Dan’s sight. “Yes?”
“I’m here to welcome you.” The sergeant looked down to Dan’s swollen leaky glans. “It looks like I came at the right time, sir.” Still no break in intensity or smile. “If I may,” He motioned inside.
Fuck it was all true, thought Dan. His cock twitched.
“By all means,” Dan let him in, and closed the door behind them.
The soldier immediately took off his cloak, exposing his almost completely naked body—all he wore was a small black leather jock strap (it didn’t look like he was packing much in that department despite his muscle bulk) that connected via straps wrapped around his massive thighs and calves all the way down to his leather sandals.
Dan wasn’t much of an admirer of the male form, but something about this man’s bulk, his steely eyes, pliant demeanor and tiny junk encased in a leather jock made him feel lost in lust—this was obviously one of those Cetian pussy boys he had heard so much about.
“May I, sir?” Bark asked.
“You bet.”
Bark walked silently over to Dan and pulled his towel off, his thick cock bouncing in the air. Bark scooped the massive cock up into his warm, talented mouth and after a brief taste, proceeded to shove the cock all the way down his throat.
“Fucking Christ, Solider,” Dan gasped.
Bark only increased his intensity, using one of his hands to augment his lips as he skull fucked himself on Dan’s fat cock, using his other hand to fondle Dan’s massive cum-filled low-hanging balls. No one had ever deep throated Dan’s fat cock successfully even once, let alone in a rhythmic skull fucking. Dan’s huge balls began to rise up and his moaning intensified.
Sensing that perhaps Dan as already getting close, Bark disengaged and stood up.
“I am assuming you would like to lie with me, Sir.”
“If that was just the appetizer, then what the fuck is the main course,” laughed Dan.
Bark didn’t laugh or smile, but Dan thought he could detect a certain inquisitive levity—this, evidently, was not how he was used to being treated. Cetians weren’t known for their sense of humor.
Bark dutifully walked to the bed, got on all fours exposing his leather jock strapped clad ass. He reached back spread open his muscular, firm cheeks, showing a perfect, pink vertical slit—Dan had never seen an asshole that looked so much like a pussy. Dan approached it entranced, determined to eat it even though he had never eaten manhole before. It smelled like sex—sweet with cum and sweat. As Dan eagerly lapped the tasty hole and it started to open, allowing his tongue deep into the pink chute. Dan wondered how many Cetian cocks had unloaded in this chute—a line of thought that to his surprise only made his cock harder.
“Damn solider, you already been fucked today,” Dan asked, as he stood up, wiping a thin film of frothy, white cum from his mouth and beard.
“It is my duty, yes. In addition to defending the human race.”
“Right. Well, I guess I don’t need lube them, right?”
“No sir, you don’t need lube.” As Bark said this, his hole gaped open, exposing a deep, wet, cavernous pink hole that looked like it would perfectly fit Bark’s fat cock.
Dan obligingly plunged his 10 inches in one fell, noisy swoop inside the soldier’s manpussy. It opened like butter. And it felt—well, honestly it was the nicest feeling pussy Dan had ever felt.
“Fuck.” Was all Dan could muster, before he started violently jackhammering the solider like his life depended on it. Loud sloppy fart noises reverberated through the quarters as the massive plunger dick pushed out the sperm of God knows how many soldiers that had fucked this perfect male specimen today. Bark was completely silent, but Dan thought he could make out the outlines of a modest small smile on the otherwise stern man’s demeaner.
“And I can breed this pussy?” Dan asked as he struggled to hold back his climax.
“It’s what I’m here for sir.” Bark said seriously.
“OK, here you go solider..ahhhhhhhh!!!!” And Dan shot the hardest cumshot of his life – he howled as his massive balls drained into the soldier’s ass, forcing cum out the sides of Bark’s ass. Breathing heavily, Dan wiped sweat from his brow and pulled his still hard dick out of Bark’s cunt.
“Allow me to clean, Sir.” Bark spun around and took the cock down his throat, and then lapped up the foamy sperm of other soldier’s from around the base of Dan’s huge cock and balls. Dan shivered as the last drops of semen were sucked out of him and into Bark’s studious throat.
“Very clean, thank you Seargent.”
Bark stood up – he was at least a head taller than Dan – and saluted Dan. Gasping and unsure what to do, Dan Saluted back.
“I’ll return at this time tomorrow evening.”
Dan hesitated.
“Or if you need to breed again sooner, I can be paged.”
“Right.”
“And my open office hours at the gym are 12-3. I service men there on the gym floor, as I work out.”
“Naturally.” Dan said, his cock hard again.
Bark looked down at the again-swelling dick and then up to foreign soldier.
“It appears you need to rut again?”
Dan nodded. “I think I could.”
Bark back up onto the bed, but instead of getting ass-up got on his back and scooted back in the bed and put his legs up—holding them in the air and showing off his impressive washboard abs. Dan wordless mounted him, the wet man pussy feeling even better the second time. He fucked him intensely, caressing his hard body. To Dan’s surprise the solder kissed him as he was fucked, softly at first. But then fiercely. Bark’s hot tongue was deep inside Dan’s mouth as the daddy solider quivered and came again. He collapsed sweaty on the godlike specimen of masculinity—and despite Dan’s mostly straightness, he found himself caressing his hair.
“l’ll see you at the gym, then.” He whispered into Bark’s ear.
With only the slightest softening in Bark’s tone, he replied, “Very good sir.”
