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I woke up in my bedroom as the alarm sounded and got out of bed. As I did, the bed retracted into the wall, where the bedsheets would be laundered and replaced fresh and clean on my bed and the bed made, when I opened the bed for use that evening. Meanwhile, I had that much more room in my bedroom to get ready. I took off my pajamas and put them down the laundry chute so they could be similarly washed and readied for that night and then jumped into the shower and let the mechanics of the shower wash me thoroughly and discharge me fresh, clean and dry, two minutes later.
Done with that, I got dressed, pulling on a single-piece jumper, which was loose on my body until I pressed a button, when it contracted, making a nearly-skintight, form-fitting suit that was easy to move in without compressing me uncomfortably. I had seen holos of people of the past wearing some very outlandish garments that hung in weird ways and wondered how they ever managed to kept those on their body!
Done with that, I patted my stomach and said to myself, "Breakfast!" At my age, I was always ready to eat a little something.
I got to the dining area just ahead of Martin and he grinned at me, his jumpsuit showing his magnificently muscled body and his handsome face glowing from his own morning shower. Martin was my father's servant, who had to work for him a lot of the time, but he always made time for me. Recently, he had more time for me than ever, which was good because Dad and Mom had spent all their time up in the control room of the spaceship for as long as I could remember, working on finding us a new home. This didn't surprise me too much, Mom and Dad had never had much time for me even before we had gotten on this starship along with Dad's manservant/bodyguard, Martin.
You see, our home planet, Rametan, had been involved in a horrible civil war that had turned nuclear and the annihilation in the end was total. My parents were very rich, and we had fled on our star-yacht to find a new planet, hopefully one free from the political struggles that had destroyed our home planet.
That was almost a year ago. I had adjusted well enough to the new life and Martin had stepped up and become my best friend, spending all his time with me. He made sure I kept up my studies and was my teacher when I needed help, he worked out with me to keep me physically fit, he talked with me and played games. These last four months, he had been with me all day, every day, ever since my parents had locked themselves up in the control room round-the-clock to search for a new world where we could live.
Martin was about twenty-seven, and my father had probably pulled some strings to keep him out of the military and in our service during the war, for he was very strong and physically fit.
His hair was a medium brown shade, which he kept cut to a conservative style, his face was clean-shaven, strong-jawed, cleft-chinned, green-eyed, strong-browed, with a straight, noble nose and thin lips that were frequently bent into a smile of strong, even teeth. I was blond-haired with blue eyes like my mother and father, with my mother's looks, more cute than beautiful, I was round-cheeked and snub-nosed, my teeth were a mix of baby teeth and permanent teeth, but who, besides Martin and my parents, was around to see that? And Martin didn't care, so I didn't.
So when he walked into the dining area, I jumped up, ran to him and into his arms, and gave and got my morning kiss. "Good morning to you, Skipper!" he said, his nickname for me, my actual name is Spencer.
"Good morning, Martin!" I returned to him. "Did you have a good night's rest?"
"Pretty good, how about you?"
"I'm fine!" I told him. "Are you ready for breakfast?"
He grinned. "Born ready. Are you ready to study after that?"
I made a mock pouty-face. "I don't wanna."
"But are you ready anyhow?"
I couldn't keep the pout and grinned, "I'm always ready if you are."
"Then I'll get us breakfast." Martin punched the food button and the machine manufactured for us a breakfast. We were in no danger of dying of hunger or thirst as the machinery of our ship could recombine the very atoms of matter into new combinations of whatever we needed or wanted; the yacht was a miniature closed ecosystem that way, a partnership of man and machine.
Martin ate with me and we talked, laughed, teased each other and generally had a good time like always. Martin was always cheerful. After that, he got me working on a tape of my studies on electronics and I plugged away at the lessons, intent on doing my best.
After that, Martin and I exercised. He always let me choose the exercises and I picked self-defense exercises as Martin was very talented at various modes of combat. We worked out on a gym mat with us practicing the various ways of wrestling and fighting someone without weapons. Self-defense exercises let me grapple with him; him pulling his punches and not using all his ability to wrestle so that I kept optimistic. Both of us only wore t-shirts and shorts which fit us loosely for this exercise.
That day, I was put into a hold I couldn't break but I felt his groin pressing against my left shoulder from the top. Martin had a boner! I don't know if he knew it or not but I felt it for certain, it was a full-on woodie and pretty big. I had use of my right hand and arm and I reached over and gripped it, giving it a squeeze.
Martin gasped, "Hey-hey-hey!" He squirmed and let go of me, rolled away and got to his feet and so did I. "That is an illegal hold!" he chided me.
"I thought you said in combat any tactic I use that works is a good tactic," I grinned. "You sure let loose in a hurry." I leered at the tent in his shorts. "You still have a hard-on, don't you?"
"Never mind that," Martin said, his face flushing slightly in his embarrassment. "You get older, you'll understand that this happens sometimes."
"I know it happens when you want to play with it," I said, stepping closer. "Or maybe having someone else play with it." I was right next to him as I said that and I gripped him again. He gave a small hiss, but this time, he didn't pull away.
"I shouldn't let this happen," he said through gritted teeth.
"Why not?" I asked him. "It's normal for me to explore things like this at my age, isn't it?" I was quoting one of my school tapes about sexual development here, my tutoring was on every subject you can imagine. "I would normally do this with kids my own age, but there aren't any here, are there? Just you." You can tell I was sort of planning this.
"I'm aware of that," Martin grunted for I had a firm grip on his pud, the cloth of the shorts didn't inhibit my doing this at all. He didn't wear anything under the shorts' material, neither did I.
"So come on, let me touch it. Please?" I wheedled him. "I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind. Can you ask them?" A calculated jab, but Martin had never gone to my parents about anything in some time, we dealt with any problems (few) ourselves.
Martin winced and said, "I...don't think we have to ask them about this. Better if they don't know at all. Don't you think?"
"Yeah...." I agreed and reached to pull down his shorts. He didn't stop me on that, either, just reached to pull off his t-shirt as I shucked the shorts down his thick, athletic legs. As I rose up and tossed the shorts aside, I saw Martin naked for the very first time.
I had known his body form due to the form-fitting jumpsuit and clothes like the loose tee and shorts he wore in exercise of course, but the whole thing was a revelation. He had a good bit of body hair, for example, on his chest and upper legs which I had not seen before and his pubic hair was lush and glossy and much darker than his head hair, nearly black. His cock dangled down from that bush of fur like a warm brown banana, semi-flaccid now, but as I looked at him, it resurged to full erection, a proud prong some eight inches long, the tip bearing a foreskin that didn't quite close on the urethra at the tip. There glistened a bead of precome, like a crystal gem placed there for decoration.
"Now, you take your clothes off," he breathed huskily, his chest, large and husky, heaved up and down as he spoke.
I hastily fought my tee shirt off and then pushed my shorts off my hips and stepped out of them and said, "Okay, now let's play."
In our motions, we had moved to about four feet apart and I kicked my shorts out of the way as he walked toward me. I moaned as he knelt down on one knee and took me in his arms because this time, he took me in a way that was unlike the casual embrace of our morning greeting, this was a prolonged hold as his lips pressed mine in ardor and passion.
My own young dong surged at this kiss and, as his chest pressed against my body in this position, Martin felt it and smiled genially and his hand came up and took my pecker in his fingers.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I gasped as he did that and squirmed, seeking to free myself from his embrace, as I wanted to grip his prod again, this time really grab it. "Feels good, Martin but let me get yours. I want to play with yours."
"Yes, let me show you how to play with it the way grown-ups play," Martin said. He got me to lie down and then he lay down with his legs next to my head and I didn't understand at first (my textbooks, being age-appropriate, were not that advanced on the subject yet) and I was surprised when I felt his lips close on my pud.
"What are you doing?" I gasped. I actually thought he planned to bite my wiener at first, but then, he gripped my shaft and began to move his head back and forth and I groaned and understood how great it felt to have a man's mouth working your dong the same way your fingers would work it. Ohhhhhhhh, better than the fingers, a whole lot better, the mouth was warmer and softer and gripped it so much better. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned in my appreciation.
His body twitched and his hard prick stabbed me in the forehead. Oh! I thought and gripped the dick and wormed up to get it into my mouth. Martin was so much bigger than me that his position needed to be bent to let me suck him easier, he had moved as I did, but I hadn't noticed, I just knew that I could and did slurp that fat column of man meat into my mouth and it was tasty, warm, the precome tidbit was salty and sweet at the same time and the entire thing slid into my mouth and toward the back of my throat as easily as if it belonged there.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Martin released my prick to moan. "That's it, Skipper, that's the way you take it inside, now get it good and wet, and move your lips back and forth like I have, you need a lot of saliva to do a good job on a big one like mine is, so use plenty."
I did as he suggested and soon I was able to move my lips back and forth pretty well, taking his cock into my mouth, not as far as I had taken it the first time, but enough to keep Martin gasping and moaing as he returned to working his mouth magic on my wiener. I groaned a lot, too, just from the amazingly good feeling he was giving me. So good, so really, really good!
I was soon gasping in a height of pleasure I knew was the beginning of the glorious feeling I got when I played with my dick, a very pleasurable tingling that really felt great. I moaned and wriggled as the tingling struck me and kept up my own working on his pecker, but even as I finished my tingling and would have stopped, Martin kept sucking on me. I thought he hadn't heard my agonized groaning and understood; I was about to say something when it happened.
My pleasure returned and it was ten times as powerful. I groaned again, this time I was totally lost in my passion, it controlled my world, my universe, and I moaned out, "UHHHHH, UHHHHHH, UHHHHHHHHH, UHHHHH, UHHHHHHH, UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH, HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, UHHHHHHHHHH, UHHHHHHH, UHHHHHH, UHHHHHHHH, uhhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
I slumped down, unable to suck Martin's cock or even move, I felt so weak, positively wiped out from my climax. Martin chuckled warmly and he moved around to face me and when I reached for a kiss, he gave it to me without reservation, a long, slow kiss. I recovered and, as I did, I realized something. "You haven't come yet."
"No, not yet," he confirmed. "It's okay."
"No, I want to do it for you," I insisted.
I tried to move out of his arms but he held me fast. "Wait a minute. If you want me to, I can show you another way to have fun if you're willing."
"Well, sure!" I said. At that moment, I was ready to try anything he suggested.
"What I want to do is push my penis up into your anus," he explained to me carefully. "I will use lubrication to make it as comfortable for you as I can, but there will be some discomfort at first. After a while, you will feel a new kind of pleasure much like the one you just had. I think I can promise that."
"I believe you," I said, staring into his eyes. "I know you'll never do anything to hurt me that you don't have to. Go ahead."
"Okay, let me get some lubricant," Martin got up and went to a refab station in the gym and used it to get a small bowl of some gel. He scooped it out on his fingers and used most of it on his still-hard prong and then the rest, he had on his fingers still, he used it to grease and probe at my anus, urging it to flex open for him.
From my pleasure at his touching and to his surprise, my asshole slid open easily for him. "You're certainly willing enough," Martin said approvingly. "That will help a lot."
He got me on my back and himself on his knees between my legs up next to my bottom. "Now, we do this," He said as he lifted my lower body up by his hands on my ankles; soon I was up with just my head and shoulders on the mat and the rest suspended upwards with my ass up near his prick. His cockhead touched my anus and he slowly slid it inside my butt. "Huh-huhhhhhhhh!" he sighed as he pushed it into me.
"Ah-hah-hah-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I breathed as I felt the thick, warm shaft pushing in deep. It felt so good, so good, inside of me.
Martin lowered me down while still holding onto my ankles, keeping himself buried in me, sliding down with me and he laid his upper body down to where he could hold me in his arms and his face was next to mine. "Now the real fun begins," he sighed into my face.
"Yeahhhhhhhhhh!" I agreed.
Martin began to move his hips and I clung to his large, muscled body and kissed his handsome face and nibbled on his majestic left shoulder in my delight at the movements of his body, which was like liquid passion flowing into me. Every move he made was a shaft of ecstasy that flowed up my body into my brain and I was gasping and moaning and sighing and groaning and my pleasure was so intense and so sharp that I wriggled and giggled and squirmed and wormed; my desire stirring me to try to get even more pleasure from this big, handsome, strong, powerful man holding me in his arms and under his moving, wonderful body!
Martin was gasping as his motions drove his own body to its own heights of delight, his face was a softness I usually only saw rarely when I had done something wonderful for him and then it was only briefly, this time it was stronger and it lasted, his eyes glazed, his mouth open as he grunted in a joy that was too strong for words, "Hah, huh, hah, huh, ah, uh, ah. uh, huh, huh, uh, uh, ah, hah, hah, ah, uh, hah, uh, hah, uh!"
"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh!" I heaved as my delight again began to crest inside my body. "Oh, oh, Martin, I'm going to come again, I'm going to come again!"
"Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, uh, huh, come for me, Skipper, uh, hah, uh, hah, uh, ah, come with me, I'm close, uh, ah, ah, ah, I'm close, come with me, come with me, ahhhhhhhhhh!"
"Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahhh!" I seized him tightly in my arms.
"Uhhhh-uhhhh-uhhhh-uhhhh-uhhhh-uhhhh!" Martin began to flail at me with his hips, slamming into me with a hot, hard, rapid rate that drove me to the very apex of my orgasm.
"AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH!"
"UHHH-UHHH-UHHH-UHHH-UHHH-UHHH!"
"HAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"HUH-UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I again was wracked by my climax as Martin hit his own ecstasy and his hot cream spurted into me in a lush flow that felt like I was being filled to the very eyelids with his manly spooge! I cried out and convulsed in his arms and he was also bouncing about, thrusting into me in a frantic, erratic way that had no rhyme or rhythm to it, just the manic motions of a man in the throes of passion and that was how we both finished in our joys and the moment of orgasm passed. Martin slumped on top of me, and I was a limp platter of meat and his body was flowing over me like thick sauce, the two of us merging into one sweaty, heaving, weary pile of two bodies and it was over, finally over.
Martin heaved for breath as he lay on me and he didn't feel heavy at all, just large and warm and comforting like a thick blanket. I patted his back as he pumped and gasped and when he was finally silent, he stirred and rose to face me again, his face a bit embarrassed or maybe the redness was from his passion.
"That was really great!" I told Martin enthuiastically.
He grinned a sort of bashful grin. "Yeah it was, but I wonder if I should have done it."
"I'm so glad you did, I'm glad!" I told him fiercely. "I love you, Martin, you're more of a father to me, and a mother too, than my Mom and Dad ever are. They stay up there in that control room and never come down to see me and I have you, only you. I love you so much!"
"Yeah, your Mother and Father," Martin said and then stopped, I felt he wanted to tell me more. "They have their problems, Spencer, don't think it has anything to do with you. Please, don't think that."
"I don't and I won't as long as you are here and love me," I said.
Martin kissed me and that was all of that. We got up and resumed our games and exercises and went about our day, only now it wasn't young master and servant, it was as lovers. Time and again, we would stop and would make love again and again and I insisted that he come to my bedroom that night and every night after that.
It was like that for many years and Martin finally told me the secret he had been keeping from me all these years. My father and mother had indeed gathered me and Martin and gotten us on the star yacht and fled our world before the bombs went off.
A star yacht isn't designed to travel between stars, it is a pleasure vessel with limited range. My father did the only thing he could to save his family, he had launched us, using all the power supply of the ship's engines to get us headed toward civilization. The engines had died, exhausted, and we were on a one-way trip with no way to stop. He had set a distress beacon, but we wouldn't be in range of it being heard for some fifty or sixty years' time.
My mother learned all of this and couldn't handle it. She had left a busy social life and many friends back on our home world and being alone on a starship with just the four of us was too much for her. She had gone insane, killed my father and then herself. Martin had discovered their bodies and given them a space burial without telling me. It had been only him and me ever since.
So we travel toward the nearest Mankind-inhabited world and won't get there until we are both very old.
It's a very long journey to make, but we have each other and we will get there some day. And I am sure of one thing. As long as I have Martin, I won't ever feel lonely.
THE END
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