Star date on star base (ep. 2)

I pushed the button. The door slid open. A blast of hot air pushed me back a couple steps. The noise doubled in decibels. I thought I heard someone say:

Welcome aboard, David. Come in & close the door. What are you waiting for?

I stepped in. Turned around. Pressed the button again. It felt like a sauna. The racket was video of a rowdy bowling alley.

A tall man started walking toward me. Is that my boyfriend? About Jacob's height. The same brown eyes. The same 5 o'clock shadow. The same build.

I'm in command of this once-great star base. Most people call me Captain Christopher because my last name is hard to pronounce. You can call me Sir.

Wearing a tank top with his rank patch sewn on, boxers & bare feet, he shook my hand.

Tell me this, son. Before you awoke from hyper sleep, who were you dreaming about?

I looked in his brown eyes. I looked away. I looked at the floor. I looked left. Then right. I looked at the noisy bowling alley on the big screen. I saw another guy in the distance.

Captain Chris put his other hand on my shoulder & placed his face an inch from mine. Our eyes locked like horns.

It's okay, son. David. My second-in-command lieutenant Paul is gay. He will show you to your quarters.

The noisy video was muted. Sudden silence. The captain said:

Welcome aboard, Specialist David. Lieutenant Paul will get you cleaned up & start the briefing process.

The captain shook my hand again. He twisted my body toward a corner of the cavernous chamber. I followed his eyes to a distant camera. I said in a command voice:

Thank you, Sir. It's an honor to serve the Crown on this great star base.

I turned around following the captain's lead. With one hand he gestured me to follow the lieutenant. His other hand grabbed my hard-on on its way to a fatherly shoulder embrace.

I instinctively looked at the captain's crotch. I looked up to his eyes. My left hand covered my embarrassment easily seen through the flimsy flight suit.

He was already looking at the lieutenant & other things that need his attention.

I hustled across the deck. I shook Lieutenant Paul's hand so the camera could see. He placed his other hand on my shoulder, which is customary for the higher rank. 

No way was I going to move my left hand!

We started a brisk walk down another long shiny hallway. 

So much for being in the closet. Well at least behind closed doors, away from cameras & microphones.

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