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Hyperspace drive was the great discovery that had opened up the universe to Mankind. A starship with hyperdrive could enter hyperspace and suddenly the stars weren't centuries or millennia of years of time to travel, but mere weeks between. Still a substantial length of time in which to travel, but no longer impossible, a man could wait that long between ports aboard his ship and still arrive young enough and virile enough to walk on a new world, spend some time there, then return to find his family a little older maybe but unchanged. Suspended animation was discarded as no longer necessary, a well-provisioned starship could travel among the stars like a bee among a patch of flowers, hopping from world to world, gathering the nectar of many planets to carry home to Mother Earth. Or wherever Mankind had gone to live among the myriad of habitable worlds that had now opened up to them. The galaxy was now theirs, they only had to reach out and take it. More or less.
So Divek pondered morosely as he sat at the table in the recreation room trying to figure out what to do with the rest of the day. He had plenty to do when it was time to launch or land the starship, of course, he was busier than a one-legged man at a butt-kicking contest. And if a system on the starship broke down (all eight planets of the Solar System lined up more often than that), he had to hustle like mad to fix it before they all died, of course. But once the ship entered hyperspace, he was as useless as tits on a tomcat. Maybe he could watch one of the movies stored in the database again....
The door to the recreation room dilated and Mybo walked in and Divek smiled, he didn't have to force that, at least. Mybo was the child passenger they had on this trip, he and his grandfather were traveling with them (the starship carried primarily cargo but had a couple of staterooms they could sell for people who wanted to travel cheaper than the passenger liners, an equivalent of shipping yourself in a storage box on a freighter ship in the olden days). The two ate with the crew of four when the assistant engineer/chef announced the meals, had to do their own laundry and change their own sheets, the starship provided passage, the room and the food, and nothing else, for their tickets.
"Hi, Divek!" Mybo said cheerily. "Hot jets!"
"Hot jets yourself, Mybo," Divek returned, his smile turning into a grin. "What brings you on this trajectory this morning?" Morning, of course, was measured by a clock by Earth time, and would have to be adjusted to the planet's port of destination when they got there.
Mybo was a rambunctious, eternally cheerful lad of maybe seven Earth years' age, he had curly black hair with a lustrous shine to it, blue eyes that sparkled when the light hit them, cherubic cheeks that made you want to pinch them (he fought you tooth and nail if you tried, though), and a grin that told you to quit being an old fuddy-duddy, it's a wonderful day, let's play together! Hard not to share his joy when he bounced into your life. His limbs were in perpetual motion it seemed, but were thin and well-formed, his entire body was growing fast, he was now nearly two-thirds the height of a six-foot man, and in his form-fitting jumpsuit worn in space (the mere addition of gloves to the hands and a helmet to the head and it became a spacesuit, the body itself helping to keep the pressure inside comfortable and the right temperature), showed that his youthful form was lean and made one think of a forest nymph of ancient times, uncomfortably sexual in its innocence.
Divek was a true Son of Earth himself, a large man with medium wavy brown hair that he kept in a neat swoop across the top of his forehead that gave him a rogue-ish look, his eyes were steel-gray and twinkled when he smiled, he stood an imposing six foot five inches tall with powerful arms and a broad chest that kept him from seeing his own feet without moving his legs upwards or bending his neck out, his arms bulged even when at rest and his pectorals were like slabs on his shoulders, and his abs were a constant six-pack on his belly (some of his recreation hours were used in working out, like anyone locked up in a small area does), and when he walked on a beach wearing only a small pair of Speedos, his manhood made them bulge out alarmingly enough that the onlookers stared and the police had to wrestle with themselves about whether they should arrest him for indecent exposure. One errant erection could do him in on that point, if his man-plow managed to escape its pen. His jumpsuit lined out his anatomy in embarrassing detail, to others, Divek was proud of his physical attributes and for good reason.
"I'm bored," Mybo told him. "Came to see if you wanted to play with me."
"What sort of game?" Divek asked.
"Maybe a game of null-grav tag?" Mybo suggested.
Trying to tag a quick-moving boy put the kid at a distinct advantage, he could run rings around Divek and he wouldn't have to hold back. "Kid, you got yourself a challenger."
They went to the gymnasium area (their ship had such facilities for a good reason, the long trips needed them to keep the crew from going totally insane) and changed into each a pair of snow-white trunks, loose clothing was not a good choice for free-fall and the null-grav drum was part of the gym. Hyperspace had no gravity and the ship had to spin to simulate gravity for the crew, so the null-grav drum simply counter-spun in the middle of the ship to cancel out that spin. They entered at an open circle in the middle of the ship, already weightless and encountered an area of free open space where one could bounce around freely without hindrance or danger of striking a hard object, all surfaces were cushioned against impact.
"Catch me if you can, Divek!" Mybo carelessly launched himself into a far wall and Divek moved after him. Mybo swung around and bounced in a different direction off the wall and passed Divek just out of reach, a flash of beautiful pink-tan body. Divek was distracted, botched his wall strike and floated more or less helplessly in the air, his lithe, light-tan, muscled form drifting helplessly with no way to change his drift until it bumped into a random wall. Mybo swung past him, both "tagging" him and hauling him toward a wall. "One point for me!" He crowed. As they approached the wall, Mybo spun and said again, "Catch me if you can!" and Divek chased him again.
The game went on and while Divek scored a few points in the game, Mybo beat him easily. Mybo kept the pace of the game so fast that Divek had a good sweat going and he said, panting, "Okay, you win, let's pause for a break now!"
"Okay, how about a game of handball?"
Mybo was good at this game as well, though Divek barely beat him and both were ready to pause. "You ready for a longer break now?" The boy panted to Divek.
"More than ready!" Divek agreed.
They paused to get drinks from the machine provided, the drinks were designed to invigorate the body after exercise and replenish what the body lost during sweat.
"Can we go to your room to drink these?" Mybo suggested. "We can cool off better there."
Devik hesitated only briefly. "Sure. Come on."
For the same reason as the gym, his room was substantial and comfortable, he had the equivalent of an earlier century's hotel room. Mybo ran in and landed on his bed and Devik walked in more sedately and sat on the edge of the bed. Mybo reached for the room controls and locked the door and turned off the monitors in the room. "Now we can't be bothered," he said. "Private."
"All right." Devik agreed and opened his drink and upended it to gulp down some heavy swallows.
As he did, he felt Mybo's arms go around his upper body, one around his neck and the other around his ribs so that Mybo encircled one arm, and then he felt the soft lips press against his sweat-dappled shoulder and his warm tongue rasp softly along his clavicle toward his neck.
Devik shuddered and he whispered at Mybo, "Mybo, what are you doing?"
"Licking you," Mybo said, like that communicated anything. His hand on his ribs moved up and cupped his right breast, his fingers moved up to and found his nipple, the thumb and forefinger pinched it lightly, Devik gasped and his trunks formed a bulge in the front.
"Do you like it when I do this?" Mybo asked him, a soft voice in his right ear.
"Well...yeah, I like it," Devik admitted. "But what about your grandfather?"
"Grandpa's getting old and sleeps a lot," Mybo said. "That's why he's taking me to my mother and father on Ravon-4. They'll have to figure out what to do with me." His hand had left the nipple and was on an inexorable trip downwards. It had reached the abs already, feeling the taut bulges and taunting the flesh as he went.
As he approached the line of the trunks, Devik moaned and laid back on his bed, displaying his lower body to the boy, including the large bulge in the trunks. The trunks were held only by an elastic at the waist similar to a pair of briefs, and it was easy enough for Mybo to grip them and pull them down Devik's hairy legs, which he did by jumping off the bed and skinning them down to the ankles and off the feet which wriggled happily as he did so. Mybo whipped off his own trunks swiftly and hopped back up on the bed and lay beside Devik and his hand gripped Devik's dong and began to slowly jack it up and down. "Mmm, this is a nice, long one, isn't it?"
"Twenty-three centimeters," Devik murmured proudly. "Been that long since I was fourteen. Long Dong Devik is what they called me in school."
"I bet I can swallow the whole thing, right down to your nuts," Mybo said. "Want to bet?"
"How much?" Devik asked him. He didn't think the kid could do it, but wouldn't mind him trying to do so.
"What do you want to risk?" Mybo asked him.
Devik considered it, "How about, if you can't do it, I get your dinner desserts for a whole week." he said.
"Okay," Mybo agreed. "And if I can do it, I get to fuck your ass."
Devik had seen Mybo's piddling little piddle when he got into the bed, get fucked by that? It'd be like playing a harmonica without a loudspeaker in a concert hall! "Okay, you're on. Let's see you chow down on my honker."
Mybo slid down on the bed and his lips slid over Devik's uncut prong with a skill that left no doubts about his abilities, Devik began to wonder about the virginity of his asshole. But the boy only reached about a third of the way down, about seven centimeters, and he stopped, and began to bob on Devik's pecker that way, taking only that much.
Devik chuckled and said, "Gave up early, didn't you? Mmm, I can taste those extra desserts now, I hear we're getting strawberry shortcakes tonight. Mmmmm!"
Mybo pulled up and said, "Nah, I'm just getting started, that's all. Got to work up to a deep throat, you know."
"Oh," Devik said charitably. Hell, the kid felt great doing what he was doing now.
But Mybo did slowly gain ground. His lips dove deeper and deeper with each slid downwards, reaching ten centimeters, twelve centimeters, fifteen centimeters.
"Oh, jeez!" Devik gasped. The boy was driving him insane. His prod was getting the best sucking he had had in quite some time. Devik had learned some time ago that men usually give better blowjobs than women, not their fault, just that men know more about what feels better on a dick than women. Personal information as opposed to academic knowledge.
But Mybo seemed to know all the tricks to making a guy squirm as he was being blown. His cherubic cheeks were concentrating on seeking the suction tight, his face retained its soft look of innocence all the time he bobbed up and down on his prod, his body was soft and pink and so, so delicate looking, he felt as if an angel had come down from wherever in the cosmos Heaven was located to give him a heck of a hummer, and he was groaning as the soft lips and busy tongue plied over his pecker.
The lips had made it to eighteen centimeters and no hesitation yet. Mybo must be breathing through his ears to accomplish such a deep throat action on his prod, he had the long dong driven well down his throat now, most kids would have choked long before now, but Mybo seemed to thrive on it.
Mybo rose up to the tip of the glans, and he hesitated, seemed to be gaining resolve. What did he have planned. It was the hesitation a diver took before they dove off the high dive into a graceful leap and spin and twirl to turn into a perfect splashless landing in the water below.
Mybo made his move, his lips went down on Devik's now well-lubricated whanger, the lips passed the five centimeter mark, the ten, the fifteen, reached the twenty, the twenty-one, it was slowing, twenty-two...the lips had slowed to a crawl...and twenty-three. Mybo's lips were now pressed against Devik's pubic hairs at the roots and he had the entirety of Devik's nine inches buried in his mouth and throat.
"OH, OH, OH-GOD, I'M COMING, COMING, HA-HAH-HAH-HAH-AHHHHHHH-HAHHHHHHHH-HAH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Devik groaned as the boy held the thick rod captive in his gullet and the prick throbbed as it jetted his love juice deep into the boy's esophagus and directly into his stomach, Mybo held it that way until Devik was fully empty, his prick deflating and becoming limp and he let it slide back out now, a diminished and weak strand of flesh that was a dim remembrance of its former glory.
"Oh, jeez, oh, jeez, oh, jeez, oh, jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez!" Devik panted, his chest bounding up and down as he fought for breath and as he did, the still energetic Mybo crawled onto his upper body and sat on his pectorals with his groin right in Devik's face and he shoved his young peter at the man and said imperiously, "Now it's your turn to suck me."
Devik looked blearily at the young dick, it was about two inches long and stiff as it could be, he opened his mouth and Mybo shoved it into him, Devik closed his lips and Mybo grabbed him by his head and began to force Devik to move his head back and forth as he held on for dear life.
Devik took over and Mybo let go, sucking on the smaller weiner in his mouth, heck, the kid deserved the chance to get some payback for that magnificent deep-throat job he had done, and he gave all he could to the boy. Mybo reached back and grabbed Devik's limp dong and toyed with it and as Devik sucked on the boy's doodle, he felt his cock rejuvenate and restore itself, ready for more so quickly, the moment was too intense and too sexual to let him find surcease with only one orgasm, he wanted and needed to go again.
His lust beginning to build, Devik grabbed the boy atop him and turned both of them over, landing the boy on his back and Devik on his stomach above him, and he sucked the lad that way, the boy loving this and soon his young climax seized him and he shook and gasped and cried out, "OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH, OH, OHHHHH, OHHHHH, Ohhhhhh, Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhh, oh, oh, ohhhh."
Devik's prick was now surging and ready and he crawled bodily up the young boy's body and lay atop him, his face looking into the younger, cuter one, and he growled, "I feel like fucking you, Mybo, what do you say to that?"
Mybo just grinned and said, "I say it sounds good to me, too."
Devik checked his cock, he had been over half off the bed when sucking Mybo so his cock was still majorly wet from Mybo's sucking, he added some of his own spit to help it out and said, "Okay, it's time for you to take it up the butt."
Mybo just wrapped his legs around Devik's muscled thighs and said, "Come on and do me, big man."
Devik found the young sphincter with his hard-on and he shoved it in, not hard but with enough force to puncture the small hole against any resistance. He found the way was clear and easy, his push drove his prick in almost half-way. Mybo just crooned as he felt the thick shaft filling his young body.
Despite the workout, Devik felt energized and he began to fuck Mybo lustily, giving the boy nearly the same level of high energy that the boy had shown him throughout the day. Mybo took it all in stride, happily hanging onto Devik as his butt was hammered by the lusty spaceman, he rocked and grunted and his fingernails bit into the man's back flesh now and then as his young passion seized and mauled his mind, and his legs began to tighten and help the man thrust deeply and rapidly up and down at a speed that many women would have begged for mercy before enduring. Mybo relished it, yearned for more, begged Devik to keep on doing it, harder, deeper, more and more, until Devik, his body driven to the edge of climax, leapt off into the chasm of orgasm and Devik squawked with the absolute joy of a man who had thrown himself totally into the chaos of joy and come out the other side, battered and bruised but triumphant, crowing at his victory. "AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH, AHH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried as his body poured out the white champagne of spunk in copious quantities once again, his glory was unbounded, his delight unequaled, he was the master of the climax, the champion of the orgasm, the elite of the ecstasy, and he would reign supreme.
As he finished, he realized that Mybo, somewhere in that noisy maelstrom of his own pleasure, had also attained his own climax, and was also gasping for air in the post-orgasmic bliss that leaves one drained and exhausted, but divinely relaxed.
"Mmmmm, that was good," Devik nuzzled the boy.
"It sure was," Mybo agreed.
"I wish I could just keep you here with me every night," Devik said. "For the rest of the trip."
Mybo's answer surprised him. "Maybe you can. Ask Grandpa. He's worn out from trying to take care of me as it is."
Devik decided it was worth a shot, anyhow.
After the luncheon was finished, Devik approached Mybo's grandfather, a stately but elderly man who was well beyond his years of activity, and was now sitting quietly in a comfortable armchair, about to fall asleep there. He sat and carefully broached the subject. "I know that Mybo is an energetic child and he said that you have trouble caring for him, so I wanted you to know that I would be happy to take charge of him until we get to Ravon-4, if you would like," he finished diplomatically.
"Stay with you in your room, right?" the man said with a raspy voice.
"Well, of course. My bed is large enough, or we could bring in a cot...."
The man's laugh stopped that. "Fine with me. Take the boy, let him wear you out all he wants to. More than I can handle, that's for sure."
Devik rose. "Thank you, sir."
"Not at all. I hope you enjoy your time with him."
"I will, sir." Devik replied.
The old man chuckled. "He's mighty good in the sack, too, isn't he?"
"Uh...yes, sir." Devik didn't know what else to say.
"Enjoy yourself, man. He'll cut a wide swath on Ravon-4 before he's done. His parents' problem now." The old man stood up and walked out, chuckling.
Devik waited, then walked out himself. Mybo was waiting, and it was time for Mybo to fuck Devik's ass.
THE END
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