Glen did well for himself after he stowed away on the luxury starship cruiser the Phallic Explorer, while escaping from an angry Belinda's ray gun. The ship's medic, SB, had looked after him well right from the start. So from the time Glen's sexual performance had been thoroughly tested, till now, Glen had nothing to complain about in the sexual satisfaction department. He was accepted as part of the Phallic's crew. And even if a rather sheltered member of it, he had still entertained some of the bizarre sexual talents of the well heeled and phallicaly augmented passengers.
But now, after 2 weeks on board, Glen wanted a change of scenery. And the starship Phallic Explorer was nearing its first port of call.
"So can we get off at the next port?" Glen asked the medic.
SB knew that Glen was getting restless from being cooped up.
And though Glen had enjoyed the frequent and varied sexual demands being placed on him he was feeling just a bit drained. Also he was worried about what might be happening back on Earth. He was concerned that he had no idea what Belinda was up to, and hadn't been able to access any decent news services on board the starship.
"Um. Do you want to?" SB responded drowsily his tumescent dick resting inside its favourite bed, Glen's passage.
"Of course," Glen replied, wiggling his butt automatically as SB's cock stirred inside him,"I want to see something except the inside of this ship."
"I doubt Prong will let you go down alone. But I can probably get you off for a few hours," SB added frowning.
The medic wished he knew more about the man in his arms, the man who he was taking risks for. The man his cock was growing inside. Hm. He moaned as Glen arched back and their lips met and opened to each others exploring tongues. SB knew that Prong was already unhappy with the way he was keeping Glen apart from the rest of the crew and had limited other men's access to him. But he didn't care, he wanted Glen in a way he had never wanted another man before. A way that meant he was ready to fuck Glen almost any time the medic could get his hands on him.
But SB also knew virtually nothing about his lover. Apart from the fact that a ray gun blast had followed Glen's last minute escape into the cargo hold of the Phallic, just as it was about to leave Earth. And also that he had a mind block. Not something any ordinary man had. Oh, and of course, that he was the best lover SB had ever had.
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On the bridge of the Phallic Explorer Prong stroked his two cocks as he studied the charts for their first port of call. Both cocks were a good size, about 7 inches long and reasonably thick, emerging from his nest of black pubic hair,they were rooted just a bit apart and they were now hard, sticking up and revealing two large balls. Prong used his usual alternate pumping action to pound the two erect pieces, one hand sliding up on one cock, the other sliding down the second one. He always came from the right hand one first. It was his dominant side. In every way.
When he'd come from his right hand cock he would slow the action on the left one while he recovered. Then when he was ready again he would finish the other side. The two ejaculations took a while to happen. And that long drawn out coming, almost coming, and coming again, was what he loved best about having dual cocks. Timing, he decided as he looked vaguely at the charts, was everything.
Pangone 1 was being promoted as the new Erotic Dream World - Prong had laughed when he heard that - how many times had he heard that claim. But now the old Erotic Dream World had been closed after the natives got ownership back through the Galactic High Court, and everyone was looking for a replacement. So Pangone 1 was a new stop for the Phallic Explorer, for this tour anyway. And Prong actually had to study the approach. After a few minutes he grunted and yelled at his robot pilot and shut off the charts. It was an easy one.
He fisted his right cock faster and shot off a load with a couple of spurts, grunting with the release, then he massaged the left one slowly as he moaned and mumbled before lifting the pace and shooting off another series of creamy spurts from his left cock.
"Yes," he moaned, "Yes, yes," As he collapsed back on to his couch, well spent.
The final approach was imminent and Prong set the orange warning buzzer off and pulled the body hugging webbing of the couch about him. His sensors were turned right down as he waited the required time before setting off the final red alarm, and the red light over his door began to flash.
He set his sensors for a voyeuristic series of gay orgy's and settled back and drifted off as the ship began its last jump and the webbing caressed his body the way he liked it.
*****
As soon as they were in orbit around the planet all who were going down to Erotic Dream World were getting ready to enter the Phallic's shuttle for the journey down to the surface. But Glen and the medic arrived to find that they had been allotted to Culvers private landing shuttle, rather than the Phallic's own. Of course Culver had demanded it, having taken a liking to the natural arsed Glen. And Culver Towns left when he was ready, so the rest of the passengers and crew were still organizing themselves when Culver's shuttle separated from the Phallic and they began their descent. In the small, but luxurious cabin of the shuttle Glen had found the medic absent, and himself slotted in between the blond muscle-bound Culver and his companion.
And of course Glen had experienced both their mouths, and other parts, yet again.
As soon as they were in transit the companion's mouth had started working it's magic on Glen's cock, sucking it in a way that was more of a sucking massage, while deeply penetrating and fucking his slit in the most invasive and complete way possible with his thread like tongue. Meanwhile Culver himself had his fingers inside, exploring Glen's numbed natural arse while fucking his mouth with his cock tongue. Glen had come twice before Culver finally filled his mouth with his sweet, watery, tongue cock cream.
Then it was Culver's turn and the two men knelt to service his two huge cocks. The companion swallowing one whole huge pole, while Glen sucked the other huge cap briefly. But Culver pulled Glen back up and lying back in the transit couch again had him in a 69. But this time Culver's tongue cock went straight for Glen's tight natural arse. The feel of that tool sinking up inside his channel, then fucking him in a way no normal cock ever could, made it hard for him to satisfy Culver's second cock. Glen was left still trying to bring that enormous pole to ejaculation long after he had shot another creamy load down Culver's chest and felt culvers tongue cream flood his insides. When Culver finally came in his mouth Glen nearly drowned, the huge thick cock filling his mouth and trying to enter his throat, as it pumped out it's load of hot cream.
Not long after that they were all webbed into their couches as the shuttle prepared to land. The landing was surprisingly gentle. But Glen lay for a few moments exhausted by the earlier activity and watched in surprise as Culver and his companion bounded up and exited, leaving Glen lying there.
SB appeared and grabbed Glen's arm. "Are you alright?" the medic hissed, looking intently at him.
