Works in Progress

** March 25th, 2010 **

This is a snippet for a story I’m working on. It’s science fiction. It’s one of those stories that became huge in my mind.

Hent sighed, almost falling backwards. It wasn’t just the fruit’s effects taking hold of him. It was the mouth going wild on his cock. He looked down and watched. Jolin had his nose buried in his pubes, one hand on his balls, and the other moving up and down his ass. Hent licked his lips, tasting the erotic fruit, then pushed at his pants until they fell to his ankles.

Jolin didn’t see anything but red. His eyes were closed, but he still saw it like it was the dwarf star and it dominated his mind in every shade of crimson he could imagine. He opened his eyes at last, sucked hard on the cock in his mouth and moved both hands to Hent’s ass. He pulled the cheeks wide, and slid his fingers up and down his moist ass crack. He pushed a finger into the tight asshole, then another, another, then Hent grunted and flooded his mouth with what he could only describe as the sweetest, most delicious cum he’d ever tasted.

Jolin opened his eyes just as Hent’s body shuddered, then he watched him fall to his knees, pulling the cock from his mouth. He didn’t even have time to wipe his lips before Hent’s were on them, and then he pushed his agile tongue between his teeth. “Oh, Jesus.”

“It’s good, I told you.” Hent breathed, his hands had slipped into Jolin’s trousers. He fumbled, trying to release his cock. “Amazing isn’t it? I told you.”

Jolin reached down and unzipped his trousers. “Here, let me help.” He wanted it, the feel of a mouth on his cock, but what he wanted more was for Hent to fall back onto the grass so that he could crouch between geologist number one’s legs and suck him off again. He still only saw the red. Like a cataract of crimson had covered his eyes. That lust hadn’t dissipated, but remained as it had the moment he’d taken a bite of the fruit.

“There.” Hent said, pushing away to sit on his haunches. “I told you it was going to be good, didn’t I? I should have said that.” Hent laughed and stood up. “Here, let’s try this.” Then he bent over, pulling off his boots. He kicked them away and removed his pack and then the rest of his clothes, setting them atop his pack of supplies. It was all so quick, Jolin barely had time to register it through his crimson vision.

Jolin watched, unable to take his eyes off Hent. He hadn’t had sex with a man since a year before accepting the assignment to come to map this little world. He wanted it, sure, but nothing had been as important as his work and he’d never had this strong of a feeling for any man. But now it was all he could think about. He stared at Hent’s now nude body, his cock was still hard and red. His hairy balls were tight against his body.

Jolin drooled and wiped his mouth, then crept on knees until he reached the cock again. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his lips around that still swollen head and take it down his throat, sucking it until once again, the sweetest cum he’d ever tasted flooded his mouth.

“No, not that.” Hent said. He fell to his knees and turned around until his ass was a few inches from Jolin’s face. He looked back at Jolin. “Take another bite of the orange. You won’t need more than a bite. Hell, you might not need any at all, but do it anyway and then fuck me.”

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This is a story I’ve been working on for a couple of months. It’s a fantasy.

Copyright (c) 2010 All Rights Reserved

Chapter

Jubilant knelt on the massive canopied bed. The wood frame was shining ebony, carved to resemble, and it did so quite well, a fire scorched dragon, its head and massive mouth, the headboard. Sharp bone teeth jutted out from the maw, where several old tomes with dusty covers lay neatly tucked into shelves. The silken canopy cover was just shy of gold, more the color of fresh daffodils. The silken dark blue drapes were fashionably pulled back and tied with braided golden ropes, each tasseled and properly arranged. Several fluffy golden tasseled pillows rested at the head of the bed, all of royal blue silk and embroidered with grey-white thunder clouds. At least the bed is nice to look at, Jubilant thought. And soft, and it didn’t squeak at all…

“Spread,” Draos commanded, coming to stand beside the bed. He liked this view of Jubilant. It was by far his favorite view. Others, it had been the chest, the chin, a soft hand, or the thighs and calves, but Jubilant was perfection from behind. “The most beautiful of asses, my scribe.” He normally said nothing, but this was worth noting for posterity. Smooth of skin, nary a hair out of place, except around the hole where it belonged and in abundance, to his tastes, and pleasantly curved and firm. He didn’t have him swim daily in the royal pools for nothing.

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Another project I’m working on is a science fiction piece that I’m going to put in third place as far as projects go. Here’s a snippet of that.
The Zone

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Interplanetary nodule six: Urangi Sector.

My obligatory glance at the console was done. I swiveled my chair around and looked out the one and only observation window, a two inch thick polythirene plexi, that I was assured upon completion of the ship’s building, would, no doubt, survive even the largest micro meteorite hit.

I had been adrift in space for nearly three and a half months. My engines were dead. My air supply had a good week left, but my food would only last another day. Therein lay my predicament. The planet was close enough for my escape pod to reach it, but then, and this was something I did not deign to contemplate for long, I would have to abandon my century vessel with no hope of ever returning to it.

How on Earth had I gotten myself into this mess? I stood, surveyed my little bridge, and hit the power down. I really had no choice but to go into hibernation and hope that an Earth ship would come this way within the next one hundred years and retrieve me from stasis and bring me home. Highly unlikely as that was, I could not go planet-wide, and therefore hibernation was my only recourse.

Hell.

There would be dreaming, at least. But, god, I hated being frozen solid, when even with my brain at minus four hundred degrees below zero, it would continue to function and it would be as if I were conscious. A pity the science had gotten that far. I wished for the stasis induced sleep of the 21st century.

I took one more look at my console, noted my exact position. I noted the date as well. 2335.2. I would have one hundred years before the ship’s core failed and another month or so of battery life. Stasis sucked power like nothing else.

I closed the bridge and sealed it, stepping into the hallway leading to the infirmary. I hated that place; all of my friends and comrades had succumbed to the sickness there and there they remained, frozen solid; dead weight. I was a fool to have not tossed them out the airlock long ago. I was too softhearted and their corpses came back to haunt me, literally. Perhaps when I entered stasis they would leave me alone. I highly doubted it, though, they were an obnoxious bunch. I missed them, their living souls.

The room was sparse. I had placed almost everything that wasn’t bolted down into the airlocks months before. Vials and tubes, hoses and equipment of no more use to me. All ejected into space. Some of which, still orbited the planet at one hundred thousand miles. There they spiraled down and one at a time rained upon the surface. And that was why I could not use that world as my escape. The inhabitants were very angry with me.

I picked up the one and only mirror that still, I hadn’t been able to toss that one last treasure from Earth, existed on my ship, and gazed at myself. I did not, Jarred Gret, look all that old for ninety-eight Sol years old. Of course, I had gone under for more than a dozen DNA repairs, and the nanobots continued to rebuild cells that had died. In actuality, I was no longer aging at all. Good for me. I wished I had thought twice about prolonging my life. I had lost a great deal of my humanity long ago and I was more a cyborg than a human.

Blasted technology again.

I was amazed at how sparse the room was. It had never appeared so before today, when I occasionally entered it for something or other; mostly caffeine tablets. I did hate to sleep and sleep is when they came to me; the ghosts of my former comrades. I knew I was setting myself up for one hundred years of torment by deciding to enter stasis, but it was either that or slowly, very slowly, thanks to the nanobots, starve to death. I did not desire to be a living skeleton stuck in my captain’s chair, unable to move because my body had eaten all of my  muscles to feed itself.

No, I think not. So what I was doing, was giving them, the ghosts, permission to torment me. That’s what they would tell me, anyway. They so liked to play with my mind.

I was thinking about posting a large-ish excerpt of my science fiction story, which I’m still working on, and about a quarter of the way finished, so I may do that soon.