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When Avery is rescued by a heroic space marine, he didn’t realize he was in for a taste of sweat-nasty alpha male military meat! This is his most incredible adventure in down and dirty man-on-man action yet!

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Avery knew that the Space Marine Corps would come rescue him, but that didn’t make it any less scary. Or at least, not all that much less scary.
His ship had been overrun by the Beta-Rezzedian bug-people, who were a sort of gooey beetle-like species of human-genociding monster.
When the Beta-Rezzedian people swarmed into Avery’s mostly empty ship, he activated the switch that released a poison gas. They quickly died, while Avery waited it out in space. It was pretty grody, the beetle-people’s bodies leaking fluids onto the floor of the ship, their carapace disintegrated and their innards flowing like spilled spaghetti onto the floor.
Avery didn’t much care about the ship though, so he wasn’t worried about the mess. He was going to abandon it. He was the only person on board, and he had already sent out the rescue signal. He waited with a spacesuit on, sitting on top of the ship while the beetles died inside.
The stars shone in the inky blackness of space, which was suffocatingly silent, the only sound Avery could hear being the pump of his own oxygen tank. Inside the Beta-Rezzedians melted from the inside out, but Avery didn’t hear that. He just waited.
Space was not beautiful here, Avery thought. It was just an inky black vastness. Even with the spacesuit on, Avery could feel the sheer nothingness all around him, nothingness so profound it would turn him to nothing too. In some parts of space, it had a calm, sepulchral beauty to it.
But not here, he thought, or maybe it was just the knowledge that the ship beneath him was filled with liquified bug-people. Maybe knowing that put him in a foul mood and tainted everything he saw.
Finally, just when he was beginning to wonder if it wasn’t going to happen, there was the UFW Joseph Conrad, a ship from the United Federation of Worlds. They were simply a beam of light at first, a mote in the infinite blackness of space. Avery hurried back into the ship even though he had hours to spare before the Joseph Conrad made it here.
The bugs were gone, the ship covered in goo. The poison gas smell lingered (it wasn’t toxic to humans, though it would be nauseating in large doses). Avery quickly grew bored waiting. He practiced his distressed wail.
UFW Joseph Conrad to Private Ship XKIL233234, do you read me?
“Yes, sir… I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know how to work this radio. Are you getting this?” Avery tried to sound helpless.
Yes, we heard you, sir. We have received your distress signal and are en route.
Avery went to the pilot’s pod, the only part of the ship not covered in Beta-Rezzedian innards. He waited there.
“There he is, we got you, sir-“
“You have nothing to fear, all the buggers are gone!”
Avery was disappointed that some shirtless hunk didn’t carry him to the rescue ship. But their sensors still read poison gas, and they beamed aboard well before they could determine that the air was safe. They wore biohazard suits — distinctly unsexy. Avery wasn’t even positive that the person who carried him was human until they got aboard the Joseph Conrad.
“Everything’s gonna be alright, sir, we gotcha!” said the scruffy-bearded space marine when his helmet was finally off.
“Oh, I… I… I don’t think I’ll ever feel right again!” Avery said, pretending to feel faint so the space marine would hold him in his arms.
He was Private Wojohowitz, but everyone called him Wojo. Once he took the protective suit off, he was down to his skivvies and a tee shirt that was so stained it was black. He didn’t have time to put more clothes on because he wanted to get Avery to sickbay right away.
Besides that, it was ungodly hot on the Joseph Conrad, and there were no women. So more than one space marine went around fully naked all the time. Avery spied one such man just before being whisked into the sickbay.
“Oh, I’m feeling much better-“
“Well, I’ll need to monitor you for awhile. You had a traumatic experience, after all,” the doctor said. He was handsome and steely-eyed, but he was a little old for Avery’s taste, and he was no space marine.
Avery wanted Wojo.
But he waited until the doctor was done, or at least had walked away. Then Avery got up, detached the needles and monitors from his body and headed out.
He went off to find the man who had rescued him, that square-jawed steely-eyed man, Wojo. He found him in the gym, playing a game with another studly young man. It was something rather like squash or racquetball, Avery gathered, but with flashing multicolored lights that appeared to mean something. By the time he thought he was starting to understand it, it was over, and Wojo had won.
He came out of the room shirtless and sweaty, bucking his hips and chanting. “I’m the champion once again!” He pounded on his chest and bumped the man he had just beaten, who scowled, hair matted to his head.
Then Wojo saw Avery standing there, fully-clothed and not at all looking like a space marine. “Oh, hey, you’re looking better.”
“Hmmm…” Avery grinned and looked Wojo up and down, blushing as he was overwhelmed by the body heat and the intense macho aura emanating from Wojo’s body. “I wanted to say thank you for rescuing me.”
“You ain’t gotta do that.” Wojo was visibly jazzed up. His pecs bounced a few times, seemingly without his awareness, and he shifted his weight on his feet. He would always deny it, but Wojo got a thrill when he realized Avery was checking out his body. “It’s our duty, you ain’t gotta say thanks.”
“Well… not say it. I wanted to demonstrate it,” Avery said. He sucked on one finger while his other hand grasped Wojo’s sweat-soaked shirt. He pulled gently on the fabric.
Wojo’s eyes opened wide and he nodded. He licked his lips as he looked Avery up and down. He shifted his weight between his feet, then moved to pull his workout shorts down but stopped short — he had forgotten they weren’t somewhere private.
He checked that no one was watching — there were others preparing to work out, or to play this squash-like game next, but no one facing this way right now. He gripped Avery by the lip and spread his mouth. He examined it briefly — whether checking for disease or whether it would be big enough to deep-throat him, Avery couldn’t tell — then grabbed his ass through his clothes. He slipped one hand into Avery’s pants, fingered his asshole very lightly and then nodded. He wiped his finger off on Avery’s shoulder. He looked dubiously into Avery’s eyes. “You’re into that?”
“I am… Do you have any women on this ship?”
Wojo scoffed. “No. It’s not allowed, no women aboard a Corps vessel. The presence of women saps men of their power.”
“Hmm… I can do that too. I love sapping all kinds of things out of men,” Avery said with a giggle.
“Come then.” He grabbed Avery by the wrist and dragged him off. He walked awkwardly like he had a hardon already, and it kept getting worse in his pants. Avery teased him by breathing heavily so he could hear it, and moaning softly into his ear from behind.
“You’re going to ram me, right? Do I get to eat your ass too?” Avery stuck his tongue out and licked his lips. Wojo faced the other way so he couldn’t see, but he could hear it and his ears pricked up. Avery smiled — he knew he had him.
Wojo stopped short. “You serious?” His face turned from serious to giddy, then serious again. He took a deep breath. “Hell yeah, that’s nasty. No one can find out though, they’ll make fun of me for rammin’ a man.”
“Sure. Is it against the rules?”
“Sorta. It’s not a big deal, but, like… I don’t wanna get caught anyway.” He licked his lips and grabbed his cock through his satiny shorts. Avery tried to touch them too, but Wojo stopped him and continued.
Wojo led him out of the gym and into the locker room. Beyond that was a long row of showering stalls. Avery was annoyed to see that they were all individual stalls. Usually space marines had big shared showers, and that, he thought, was always sexier.
As he walked through the showering area, Wojo dropped his shorts, not even willing to take the time to stop walking first. Avery tried to get a grope of his ass, but Wojo walked more quickly than him and he couldn’t really get a touch. Finally Wojo stopped and Avery bumped into his sweaty back. His asscheeks jiggled as Avery had to clutch them for support.
“You really gonna eat my ass? And jerk me off, aw, fuck yeah,” Wojo said, his voice increasing in volume now that they were alone in the shower. He had a big grin on his face. He loved to ram, and he didn’t get to do it very often. Avery’s hand stroked those hairy asscheeks so plump and full of power.
There was a tattoo there on Wojo’s lower back, an outline of a spaceship and a phrase in an ancient script: Honor Is the Only Virtue.
“Some of the nice-lookin’ guys get their ass eat up by girls, like whores.” He blushed, licking his lips like he couldn’t wait to start. “I’m too hairy, they won’t do that to me.”
“You poor baby…”
They went to one of the shower stalls in the middle — since there were two entrances, one at either end, those were the remotest showers. The stalls were not completely enclosed, however, and the walls only went up to chest height (on Wojo; it extended up almost to Avery’s shoulders).
“Goddamn, man, I really need this. Get on your knees, okay? C’mon, get on your knees. Let’s go it, let’s go,” Wojo said, excited like a little boy on Christmas.
No one else was showering at the moment, and since the room wasn’t hot or humid, and Wojo didn’t seem concerned, Avery guessed this was not a designated showering time. That was good because Avery didn’t want to get interrupted and caught. Once they were safely behind the little curtain — which only covered about a foot of vertical space, just barely enough to conceal most men’s groin and butt regions — Avery dropped to his knees as Wojo turned the water on.
It was scorching hot at first, and Avery yelped. He crawled away, and Wojo fell, nearly on top of him.
It was a good thing that Wojo was already slick with sweat or he would have toppled right onto Avery’s leg and probably broken it because he was so heavy. His muscles were dense and leaden, and he fell on the threshold between the tile flower and the shower tub. Instead he just slid over Avery’s ankle and then his heavy, fur-covered thigh landed on Avery’s chest.
Intertangled as they were on the ground — which was freezing cold linoleum right up to where the water spray made it burning hot — Avery finally got a really good grope of Wojo’s ass and trunk-like thighs. Wojo reached up to turn the cold water up as he struggled to his feet in the slippery shower.
He furrowed his brow at Avery, who blushed, his hands caressing Wojo’s tattooed muscles. There was a flower, something similar to a tulip, on Wojo’s thigh. It was a brilliant flash of green leaves and rich violent petals, just fingernail-sized and right on his inner thigh.
“What’s that? Why’d you get a flower tattoo?”
He blushed. “It’s nothing. It’s… just part of being in this unit,” he said. He was in the shower spray now that the water had cooled down enough that it was merely hot, not scorching. Avery pretended to have difficulty standing and used Wojo’s sturdy body for support. Clean water flowed over them both, and Avery licked some of the sweat off Wojo’s chest before it was washed away.
Wojo didn’t need to explain. The space marine corps had an informal rule that any man who was caught having sex with a very fat woman — like, very, very fat, probably morbidly obese — had to get this very tattoo somewhere on his body. Wojo had presumably chosen the inner thigh because it was unobtrusive and not very sensitive to pain. There were other colored tulips that members got tattooed to signify that they were caught in flagrante delicto with a nonhuman alien, a man, an old woman and even an animal, as well as variously embarrassing acts like touching another man’s balls when gangbanging a woman or cumming in one’s pants when getting a lapdance.
That thought made Avery giggle — he loved military men and their sophomoric machismo. He wondered if Wojo’s solitary tattoo signified that he was sexually inexperienced, or if he just never got caught doing any of the things that would warrant another colored tulip.
If he were caught ramming Avery, he’d have to get a pink tattoo of a tulip, which was called a “Pinkslit Tulip”.
“Oh, come on… tell me what it means,” Avery said with a laugh.
“Shush.” Wojo frowned. He looked very serious now. Reminding him about the tattoo had made him realize how much he didn’t want to get caught doing this. He didn’t think about not doing it — having not seen a woman for weeks, and having no chance of seeing one for weeks more, he was desperate to get his dick wet. “I ain’t allowed to explain it,” he said, his voice flat and unwavering. “It’s just a tattoo, it’s not important.”
Wojo gently but firmly pushed Avery to his knees, while he kept an eye out for anyone coming into the shower. A few voices could be heard out in the locker room, but Wojo wasn’t concerned.
Avery shrugged. He thought it would have been hot for Wojo to admit he fucked an extremely fat woman and had been caught by his friends. He’d liked to know what led to it happening — probably a prostitute, Avery guessed — but it seemed clear Wojo wasn’t going to be forthcoming with that.
So he finally got on his knees and popped Wojo’s dick in his mouth. Wojo didn’t look down, he just closed his eyes for a moment and grunted. Shower water streamed over his head, washing his sweat down over Avery’s face.
“Goddamn, yeah, get your tongue on it… Shit…” Wojo closed his eyes. The hot water felt so good in his greasy hair, and his cock throbbed as it came to life. He had to fight back an urge to shout and pound on his chest — he always wanted to be loud during sex — but he knew that would attract attention from the others. That was how he had gotten caught with the fat whore, whom Wojo adored and missed and looked forward to seeing again; he had yelled fuck yeah as he came so loudly that one of his squadmates, having just finished fucking a different prostitute, came to see what was happening. He had been dragged to the tattooist moments after blowing his wad inside her.
None of that was technically allowed. Neither pre-marital sex nor any kind of interaction with a prostitute nor any tattoo that communicated a message “incompatible with the mission of the Space Marine Corps” were allowed. Most of those rules, however, were enforced roughly never, certainly not on a bucket of bolts like this drifting through outer space. The brig on this ship had been turned into overflow shortage for canned food since the replicators had stopped working after about a week.
But aside from the tattoo, the only punishment for getting caught would maybe be a few weeks cleaning the shower — which Wojo would only do half-assedly anyway. It was mainly the teasing he wanted to avoid.
“Hell yeah, swallow that shit deep, man,” Wojo said, trying to keep his voice low despite being a big man with a chest-rattlingly deep voice. It resonated in the shower room. Luckily no one was around to hear it, though Avery heard voices talking and laughing not too far away.
Soon, Wojo’s manhood was rock-hard. He grunted and flexed his hips to ram Avery’s throat as hard as he could without making any noise or moving his head too much, since he wanted to keep an eye out. Avery reached up to massage his plump nipples; his pecs rippled, but then he swatted Avery’s hands away because they could be seen.
Creamy precum stuck to Avery’s lips and flowed down Wojo’s shaft. Every time Avery suckled a few drops off his veiny manhood, Wojo grunted again and his spine shimmied. He moved a lot because he thought it helped him avoid making noise — it didn’t really, it just felt quieter in Wojo’s mind because he was focused on his body instead.
Salty precum coated Avery’s tongue. He played with it, smearing it over his face and making a big mess with it, so when Wojo finally glanced down he beamed giddily and opened his eyes wide. “Shit, you love that nut, huh?” He chuckled dryly.
“I do… I love it so much…” Avery giggled every time he saw Wojo’s body trembling with desire and arousal. He was so horny Avery was pretty sure he could have brought him to orgasm with just seductive dirty-talk. Every time Avery moaned or begged for more, Wojo’s whole body shook. “Can I lick your balls, please? Please? Please?” Avery teased him by begging as Wojo frantically nodded yes.
“Do it, do it!”
Avery moved down to slurp on his balls, again making him shake. His dick throbbed and precum flowed like water from a hose. He gargled loudly on the precum that had coated his hairy sac, giggling and making Wojo scowl. “Shush!” Wojo scolded him even though Wojo was much louder than Avery was, and since Wojo had a deep baritone voice, it carried much more and echoed more resonantly in the showering area.
Avery backed up betweens Wojo’s legs, licking all the way, his tongue slathering spit over Wojo’s muscled thighs and slurping on his balls the whole way. He kept going, licking a trail to Wojo’s ass
By this point, clean water had rinsed away all of the sweat but there was still just enough funk to keep the flavor spicy enough for Avery. He plunged into Wojo’s hairy crack and slurped a trail up to his back. He was pinned behind and beneath Wojo’s massive body.
“Goddamn, boy, you really get in there! Not a single one of the whores’ll do that, I can barely get ‘em to touch me at all,” he said. “They say I’m too hairy and rough.” As if to prove the point, he belched, which made his whole hairy torso shake beneath Avery’s body. He laughed.
“What’re you laughing at, Wojo? Ya nasty-ass balls?”
Wojo hadn’t noticed Cowlick Squad coming in to shower. He had forgotten Cowlick Squad had a showering time now They had no reason to go past this shower stall, so he thought he was still safe. It was hard to be sure though. He wanted to be quick and get this over with, but he couldn’t tell Avery that now that more people were here. Besides that, his mind wanted to finish up quickly, but his cock wanted to bang for hours.
“He’s goin’ space-crazy-“
“He’s goin’ girl-crazy, ever since Lysette wouldn’t fuck him because his chest was too hairy-“
Wojo roared in anger. “Fuck you! I get ingrown hairs, okay? I’m not even allowed to shave my chest cuz they don’t wanna have to give me antibiotics-” He bit his lip because they were all just laughing at him, not listening.
Wojo’s whole body shook around Avery’s delicate fingers stroking his thighs and his ass. He reached up to rub his lower back too, which meant his hands were technically visible — just the fingertips, and with the shower room filling with steam, there wasn’t much risk — to the other space marines that swaggered through. They slapped each other’s asses and made jokes about dropping soap in the tiny showers they shared with each other.
“Get ya dick off my ass, boy!”
“Quit tryin’ to back ya ass up onto my cock!” A fight broke out in one of the other stalls. Two hairy men grappled naked with each other, exchanging punches and making the back-wall, which connected all the shower stalls, shake.
The noise of that fight drowned out the sound of Wojo trying not to cum right now. He didn’t want to cum before he got to ram Avery in the ass, and anyway, he didn’t want to get caught. He rumbled and rubbed his ass over Avery’s face. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to have someone’s tongue in his ass. He’d thought it would tickle or maybe barely feel like anything at all, but instead the most intense pleasure of his life wracked his body.
All he could do was stand there in the shower spray and hope he didn’t look weird as his whole body struggled to remain still, pleasure coursing through his veins. Avery slurped at his ass and covered it with spit.
The Cowlick Squad only used the first couple shower stalls. Surprisingly enough, they shared showers — that was another tradition among the Space Marine Corps, even though there were plenty of stalls open, they were supposed to share with their immediate squadmates as a sign of brotherhood and intimacy. Don;’t bend over in the shower — that was a “motto” of sorts of Wojo’s class of cadets, just eighteen year-olds who had never showered with other men before. The first time Wojo accidentally touched another man’s dick, he had gasped, and that other older man, a long-time drill sergeant, had laughed and called him a pansy. To prove it, right there in the crowded locker room — that hadn’t been this ship’s relatively spacious accommodations, that had been the boot camp’s cheap shared showering area — Wojo’s drill sergeant had bent over and taken one of his fellow officer’s dicks in his mouth. It was just for a moment, a chaste, dry thing, not even sexy, just to demonstrate that he could do it and not be embarrassed.
That had been the older generation though.
The shower room filled with steam as Avery moved his tongue back to Wojo’s dick, trying several times to touch his mountainous pecs. Each time Wojo swatted his hands away so they wouldn’t be seen. Wojo licked his lips. He realized he couldn’t wait for the other guys to leave because it would be obvious he was still in the shower; he’d have to cum right now.
So Wojo grabbed Avery by the shoulders, and tried to get him to change positions — so he could ram him in the ass — without saying anything or moving his head or shoulders.
“Hey, Wojo, did you see the orders about Garlaxon 9?”
“Yeah,” Wojo said. He bit his lip. He couldn’t concentrate as he tried to get Avery to move. His hand shook as he poured shampoo onto his palm. He washed his hair yet again.
Finally Avery realized what he wanted. He had to rather awkwardly bend over in the shower so he couldn’t be seen above the little half-wall. He gripped the slippery linoleum and jutted his ass up to meet Wojo’s crotch.
Getting rammed by big men was always awkward, even when they were experienced at it. Wojo was not, and he was stuck in a small space trying not to move anything above the shoulder. So that made it extra difficult for Avery, who had to handle all the movement, forcing himself onto Wojo’s cock.
He struggled, his ass straining to accept every inch of Wojo’s throbbing manhood. He practiced deep breathing as pain and pleasure enveloped him in equal amounts.
Avery grunted, but Wojo shushed him. Wojo shuddered too, barely managing to keep his head still, as a bolt of pleasure shot through his body. His dick slipped deeper into Avery’s ass.
“Wojo! Hey, Wojo! Wojo, man! Yo! Hey!” one of the other space marines shouted from another shower. He was very tall, so the half-wall barely extended past his hairy navel, and his pubic hair was plainly visible despite the wall. He had been yelling for Wojo for some time. Finally Wojo looked at him, steam filling the air between them, which concealed Wojo’s rolling eyes. The other space marine frowned. “What do you think of the Garlaxon rules of engagement?”
“Fine.” Wojo took a deep breath. “I mean… it sucks. It’s… it… Uh…” He felt his orgasm approaching, and even though people were looking at him right now, he couldn’t slow it down.
“Yeah, we gotta get permission from our squad leader just to go in a village-“
“We don’t even need a translator, it’s fucking ridiculous!”
“They said we can’t smoke anywhere on the planet either-“
“And we’re the ones saving them from the Beta-Rezzedians!”
“Uh-huh.” Wojo tried to sound like he was involved in the conversation even though he wasn’t paying any attention. He gripped Avery’s hips and drilled his dick in deeper and deeper.
Avery’s own orgasm began, heightened by the anxiety of the situation. He didn’t want to be responsible for getting Wojo in trouble or embarrassing him, but it was obvious Wojo was about to get caught no matter what, and it was even more obvious that Wojo didn’t want to stop.
Wojo didn’t notice himself slowly losing control or making it obvious he was doing something secretive. He pounded away, and leaned his head back. He let out a moan, which wasn’t loud enough to be heard over the shower water, but the nearest couple of space marines could see him moving.
“What are you doing, Wojo?”
“Are you beating your meat?”
They rushed forward to see — masturbating in the ship shower was a Fairlight Tulip, which was yellow, and was a tattoo that almost all of them proudly had over their heart (Wojo was an exception because he had always been relatively discrete). They laughed and cheered. Even though nearly every one of them had been “caught” previously, they still loved doing it and carrying a compatriot’s naked body to the tattoist.
Wojo realized he was about to be caught. That was going to be annoying, but he wasn’t going to blue-ball himself — there was nothing to be done about it now.
So he plowed deeply into Avery, slamming into him and even hitting him against the wall of the shower. The other marines were quiet for a moment, trying to figure out who he was, then they began to laugh.
“Ah, fuck! Wojo’s a booty bandit’!”
“He gonna get a pink tulip!”
The others laughed and tried to think of any other tulips that might apply to the situation.
Wojo blushed, but he was beyond trying to stop it right now. He was just glad he didn’t have to subdue himself; he could plow back and forth with all his might and with all the passion that flowed through him. He rammed his dick all the way into Avery and held on as his orgasm overwhelmed him. Avery came too, and his ass clenched on Wojo’s dick.
Thick, creamy cum coated Avery’s ass and dripped down to his legs. It filled him up, great jet after jet of warmth seeping into his flesh and flowing through every corner of his body. Avery shot his own wad onto the shower floor.
Avery moaned, but the sound was weak and thready compared to Wojo’s baritone roar — he figured that the least he could do at this point was sound like a real hardcore alpha when he came. The other space marines cheered and clapped, though they teased him at the same time.
“Oh shit, Wojo’s gone to the pink side!”
“What would Commander Darius say?”
One of them imitated Commander Darius’ stuffed-shirt voice. “Now see here, Mr. Wojohowitz, you represent the Space Marine Corps out there-” They howled with laughter. “And you had better have the common courtesy to give that man a reacharound.”
“Of course!” Wojo said, his voice breaking. He pounded on his chest with one fist, while his other hand reached around. He gulped — he never thought he’d be touching another man’s cock, but he knew this would be funny — and touched Avery’s dick. He gagged at the feel of snotty cum on his fingers, since Avery was mid-orgasm at the moment.
“Goddamn…” Avery’s whole body bucked. He was breathless and exhausted, his whole face turning ruddy.
Wojo’s squadmates laughed so hard they fell over each other’s naked, soaped up bodies. Wojo kept ramming though, and he even touched Avery’s dick again. It spasmed in his touch.
Avery could do little more than twist and writhe. Wojo’s dick was right on his prostate, and Avery’s orgasm continued at full intensity until he at least slid off Wojo and landed in the pool of shower water on the ground.
Wojo stood there, making sure his laughing compatriots could see that he wasn’t embarrassed — and that he had a huge cock, he always made sure they could see that. Of course, he was embarrassed, but he thought he had hidden it pretty well.
He looked down at Avery. “Thanks,” he said.
“Sorry you got caught,” Avery said. He struggled onto his knees, kneeling next to Wojo so he could wrap his arms around his body and lean his face against his thigh.
Wojo shrugged. “Whatever. It was worth it. Are you gonna stick around?”
“No,” Avery said. He stood and stretched his legs. He kissed each of Wojo’s nipples. He would have kissed him on the neck too, but he couldn’t reach. Avery smiled. “It’s time for me to move on, I think.”