"So, who is he?" the Captain asked, staring down at the stowaway writhing in the couch.
SB had been stunned when he had seen how good looking the man was. The stowaway already had enough going for him in the action department to have looked as ugly as a galvanic warthog. SB would still have been more than satisfied with sexual use rights in return for making the man's trip passenger class comfortable. But writhing in pleasure on the couch he had found a prime human male. Extra prime and all natural.
Captain Prong loosed the couch's webbing and opened up the stowaway's clear compression suit.
"Hooee," he whistled, admiring the naked body before him, and particularly the hard, thick,10inch erection that had popped out. "So what's he doing here? He ain't some passenger's mindless fuck toy running loose is he?" Prong asked stroking his own plasma enhanced twin cocks to stiffness.
"No, he's all human. But he's got a block."
The medic frowned, that was the one thing that wasn't perfect about the stowaway, SB hadn't been able to get any info out of the man's mind. Not even a name.
"So he's a crim. Shit," Prong said, his cocks flagging. "How'd he get in here then? I'll kill security."
"He jumped into the cargo bay just before departure. A ray blast hit the hull just behind him."
"What?" Prong yelled
"Hold on Captain, it wasn't an enforcement ray, it was a private one and low power, ship's fine. Then he hopped on the couch just as we red lighted. Knew what to do. He's traveled before. And Captain, he's all natural."
"What?" The captain said, his 2 cocks slipping to hang mode. "That ain't natural. Shit. But hey, some of the passengers will like it."
Personally the Captain mistrusted any guy whose sexual organs weren't artificially enhanced.
"But he's been maximized," the medic replied smiling.
After ten years working on phallic improvement therapy he had finally reached the point where if it weren't natural he didn't want it in any of his orifices, thank you. Nor did he like his own quite nice natural tool in any enhanced ones. He knew what they did with those things - and it made him shiver just thinking about it.
"Yep he's maximized," SB repeated.
That he liked. Making sure a man or woman, had got the maximum benefit of the genes they'd been born with was 'natural'. Yep a 10 inch (maximized) natural cock was just fine fucking in his arse. And a tight natural arse was just the best fuck.
"I'll just wake him up and take him to my medical center," the medic said, getting business like as he released the couch's mental hold on the stowaway.
In seconds Glen was open eyed and smiling, already snapped out of the four way fuck he had been enjoying in his mind. A small moan as the pulsing organic tubes slipped out of his slit and his well massaged arse was the only sign he gave that he was just emerging from 18 hours of all ways porno action.
"Hi," he said, smiling up the two men standing beside him, "I'm Glen. Nice to meet you." **
When they had told him he would have to contribute something to the running of the ship in return for staying on board, Glen had smiled his agreement without giving it much thought. It was a long time since he had piloted anything bigger than a pleasure craft, but hey, there weren't many jobs on a ship that the didn't know something about.
"The Phallic explorer prides itself on the quality and sexual experience of its crew Glen, and I reckon you have what it takes opt make a real contribution opt the passengers enjoyment during transit," the Captain droned, as he stroked his left dick.
Glen's mouth dropped, 'This is the Phallic explorer? The all male tour ship that offers its passengers the ultimate erotic holiday?" he asked, suddenly not sure if being part of Belinda's insane schemes to overthrow the government might not have been safer than being where he was now.
"You got it Glen," the Captain replied, smiling broadly at the still reclining stowaway.
Glen gazed down at the two thick cocks the Captain had flopping about, and wondered what sort of improvements some of the extremely well heeled passengers might have. The Captain reached down and stroked Glen's stiff rod, "Yep. I reckon you will have no trouble paying your way."
'Cough," the medic interrupted, "I have to take him for a full health check, before he goes anywhere near anyone," he said gruffly, "Now follow me Glen, and hurry. I haven't got all day," SB added, leaving the bridge and striding off along the corridor and stepping into a drop shaft.
Glen stepped into the shaft behind the medic, expecting to fall to the bottom. but instead the medic was suspended there and he just slipped slowly down past the man. And the medic placed his hands on Glen, running them over his body as it slowly slid by him.
SB examined and tongued the feet casually as they slid past him, then stroked and kissed the calves, then the thighs, finally slipping his hands and tongue between them. Glen slid to a halt suspended in the drop shaft as the medic's mouth and fingers made contact with his package. The hands explored his scrotum and rolled his balls about gently as the mouth explored his growing erection.
"Is this part of the medical exam?" Glen asked, looking down at the black curly haired head of the medic, now level with his phallus.
"A preliminary," SB chuckled. "The first stage only Glen. I give a very thorough exam, and there will be many, many more, the Captain insists on a healthy crew."
The medics hands completed a stimulating examination of his testicles before he began to mouth them and Glen groaned. He widened his legs and lifted them slightly in the weightlessness of the drop shaft as the medic's free hand slipped back to his still sensitive rim and the firm fingers explored the so recently occupied passage beyond.
The medic's vast and intimate experience showed in the effect he was having on Glen. Even after Glen's previous 18 hours of stimulation the medic's mouth and hands already had him quivering and whimpering and gasping.
"Yes, yes, fuck," Glen moaned, as his erection grew to its full length and the action inside his arse had him dripping. "Kiss me, fuck me," he begged.
The medic let Glen's body drift lower, keeping his hands busy working Glen's cock and balls. Glen's hands were stoking his own nipples and belly and pulling the medics head to him, as the medic kissed and licked and nipped his way up the slowly falling torso.
When they were face to face Glen fell on the medic's mouth and drove his tongue in as he wrapped his legs around the man's hips and positioned his hole over the medic's rigid 8 inch cock. The medic did some fancy hand work and Glen came, his cream dampening his and the medics bellies as they moaned their approval.
The medic took hold of his tool, and as Glen slowly descended onto it rotated it and stroked the head about Glen's well opened passage walls. Glen groaned and slowly released the medic's mouth, running his hands down the man's torso to tangle in his pubic hair before moving back up to his nipples. As the phallus creeping ever higher inside Glen began to hit sensitive territory and he let himself lie back as they slowly continued to descend.
Glen was almost weightless, getting all the support he needed from having his legs clasped about the medic's hips, and whatever else he needed by having the medic's hard nipples clamped firmly between his thumbs and forefingers.
The medic yelped at the painful grip, and cried out while running his own hands over Glen's exposed belly and chest, grasping and tugging at the stowaway's fine trail of body hair and hard nipples
When the medic finally bottomed in him Glen groaned at the fullness and began to pump his hips. SB arched back getting even more depth inside the stowaway's passage as Glen increased his speed and pulled up further and further with each pounding. Soon he had the medics tool plunging up inside him to the hilt, then almost leaving his passage each time he pulled back. The medic clawed at Glens's chest and tugged at his balls and cock as they rubbed against him and his own hips started to match the pumping rhythm of Glen's.
It was a few weeks since the medic had enjoyed an almost zero G fuck, and a long time since Glen had. He had forgotten how much more pleasure he got when he could relax his whole body and just go completely with the sensation of something thick working inside his channel, whether it was sliding up and down his passage gently or pounding it brutally and when it rotated he yelled out his approval.
