Star date on star base (ep. 13)

Now it's Day 3. Monday morning. 7 am. 

I wake up in my quarters. I'm alone with my thoughts and memories. I don't remember if I was dreaming. I'm well-rested. Smiling.

Certainly nothing like the morning before. The dream where William, Jacob & I all hook up at the river in the summer back on Earth.

Just as much sex in real life. A hand-job Day 2 on a romantic observation deck. But it wasn't romantic sex. We were wearing space suits. I got off though.

Of course on Day One awake from hyper sleep, I poked the Lieutenant on the crazy piston chair. In outer space you can't stop thinking about sex.

My calmness is more than that. It's the satisfaction of writing that report last night while on deck duty. I see in data stream that William has added to it overnight. Lieutenant has approved the recommendations and granted the day off.

I have free time until 6 o'clock tonight. Then my 6-hour watch. William relieves me at midnight. I wonder if I'll see him today. His quarters is next to mine.

Right now there might be breakfast food in the galley. I dress warmly for the cold-ass outer space. Deck shoes & socks. Shorts & track pants. Tank top + Tshirt + jacket. It's the mix-n-match leisure uniform.

I step into the galley. John is sitting at the table in the acoustic dead spot. Where we sat two days before. Where we poured our hearts out. Well. Only the lieutenant & I have a secret.

I smell the breakfast food. I see John's tray loaded with real food. Scrambled eggs, sausage, gravy, biscuits. All from the freighter that dropped off the ton of food.

Me: "Can I join you?"

John: "Please do."

I place my jacket on the chair across from John. The hot table is spectacular for such a small space. I load up my tray. The coffee smells incredible.

In this moment I'm very nervous. What will I talk to John about? Space weather? Or maybe how I can't figure out his deal. Is he bisexual? I turn in his direction. He's eating. The aroma of breakfast food is intoxicating. My mouth waters.

I sit down face to face. Now is the moment of truth. Will John & I hit it off? He just looks like William's brother. We all look similar because of uniform & regulation hair. We have an awkward silence while eating. No swanky music is playing.

John: "So how do you like it so far? Had enough time to settle into a routine yet?"

Me: "Yes. Today is Day 3 awake. I feel more calm. Better orientation. I have the evening watch. So I'm settling down."

John gives a nod. He chews more food. It's my turn to ask a question. After I take a few gulps of this coffee.

Me: "Can I ask you a personal question? Did you and Jesse become lovers?"

Awkward! Just as I can't keep a secret, I can't small-talk. I try to be nonchalant. I eat more. While my eyes look into his face. He can ignore me. Pretend not to hear me.

John: "Yes we did. But it was one-sided. At first we just fooled around sometimes. Hard-on from working out. Women hard to find. I fell in love. But he didn't feel the romance. For him it was friendship sex. For me it turned into love."

Me: "So you are bisexual. You can love a man or a woman. Sorta like being versatile. You can top or bottom, depending on your partner."

John: "Is that what you are? Versatile?"

Me: "I think so."

John: "So if I'm a top with a woman and a bottom with a man, does that make me bisexual and versatile? So then we're both versatile?"

Me: "Yes. Which means we would take turns. Maybe flip fuck. Or maybe you're bisexual and a bottom."

John: "You want to take a walk to digest this food? On the treadmill. Somewhere in the future. Somewhere we've never been."

He's referring to the recorded video programs. Why not? I'm more horny now than when I walked in. Not sure how this is going to go. Usually my partners are top or bottom. Not both.

Me: "Okay. Enough small talk. Where do you want to go?"

John: "You ever been to Mars?"

Me: "No I haven't. So close to Earth. The Red Planet. The Planet of Love."

John: "Yes. The Rust Planet. Also mundane and working class. On Alpha Colony, Mars is romanticized."

Me: "Wait a minute. This is starting to sound like a date. Well. I'm okay with that."

John: "Good. It's one of the few with double screen for two players that's not training on making repairs to the star base."

Me: "Okay. Let's do it."

Now we're in the fitness room. It's chilly this time. 45° Fahrenheit. Humidity 20%. Our treadmills are side by side. The scene splits across the two screens. Music plays in the background.

John: "The program is one hour if we stroll. We can cut it short. Or take a break."

Me: "No. Perfect. Let's stroll. Wow. That breakfast was good. (Burp!) Excuse me. It tastes so good again."

The crude humor of navy men. The treadmills start rolling. We drink water. We burp. We fart. We digest. 

We walk through spectacular sunsets. Intense dust storms. Industrial-scale mining operations. Urban centers and vast suburbs.

Then we walk down Main Street. John reaches over for my hand. I feel a rush. I hold on to his hand.

Me: "Treadmill! Slow down. More. That's good. Thank you."

John: "Thanks David. I didn't want to say anything for you to think I can't keep up. It was going faster than a stroll. More like a stride."

Me: "Why are you holding my hand?"

John: "I don't know. I guess it's the Red Planet. It's so romantic. You can let go if you want."

Me: "No. It is romantic. A natural platonic response is to hold hands. Nobody behind the camera will suspect a thing."

John: "Dirty little secret. Nobody cares about us way out here on the edge of the galaxy. They understand. Besides my body is blocking their view."

Me: "Why don't we finish the program in my quarters. I have two screens."

John: "Okay."

Now we are in my room. It's dark except for the two screens of Planet Mars. Devices with camera or microphone are stowed in the head smothered in towels 

We kiss on the lips. This is not your typical camaraderie sex.

John: "If versatile means taking turns, whose turn is it? Does the new guy fuck me first? Then I fuck him another day. Or do we flip?"

Me: "It's a lot simpler for tops and bottoms. You just know. You don't have to negotiate or figure it out. Unh!"

John is on his knees sucking my cock. I look at the scenery on the two screens. Romantic music plays. I guess that means I'm the top for right now.

I am horny. More horny by the minute in the presence of John. He goes down on me. Again and again. He looks up at me with hungry eyes.

Me: "Yes. Daddy likes. I can't hold it back much longer. Now or never!"

I start the orgasm. Pulse after pulse. I thrust my hips chaotically. He swallows my jism. But it overflows, spills out of his fatigued lips and runs down his chin.

I go limp and sensitive. We cuddle on my bed. The Mars program restarts the loop.

John still has an erection. I can feel it against my back side. I lower my track pants. And my shorts. He sticks his Bravo Delta into my asshole. He starts fucking.

I need it. I think of Jacob. My hometown lover. My fiance. How many times has he flown by Mars? Any shore leave to screw the whores?

Ouch! John's cock keeps on fucking. Deeper and faster. My breath is heavy. I have a new erection. I push my ass into the air. He fucks and fucks. We grunt and groan.

Me: "Jacob. Don't stop."

John rams it all the way in. I feel his orgasm. He fills me with his semen. He collapses. Pulls it out. I leak. Still I lay in the wet spot.

We cuddle and caress for a while. I don't want to say anything. We've said enough.

John: "Thank you Bro. I needed that.  I have to go put away the hot table in the galley. You want to help me? And get a second helping?"

Now we're back in the galley eating breakfast again. I remember seeing how John and William moved in synch when they put away the hot table.

John is sweet boyfriend material. But I feel my thoughts shifting to William. I want him to fuck me. The hookup with John was unexpected.

It's Day 3. Already I'm in a throuple situation. A triangle of love to oversimplify. Yet I don't feel guilty.

Still I'm going to keep it a secret. At least try to.