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  Star Cadets: Morgan and the Star Guard

  Copyright © 2014

  Published by Dark Hollows Press

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  Star Cadets: Morgan and the Star Guard

  Copyright © 2014 Jade Astor

  ISBN 10: 1940756286

  ISBN 13: 978-1-940756-28-8

  Original Publication Date: October 2012

  Second Ebook Printing: March 2014

  All cover art and logo copyright © 2014 by Dark Hollows Press

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  Growing up on one of the quadrant’s most popular star stations, Morgan Drex had seen plenty of travelers come and go from various worlds and from several different galaxies. Many wore the uniforms of their home planet’s military force or the private merchant ships that sailed through the quadrant on a regular basis. Of these, none fascinated Morgan more than the sleek blue-and-gold outfits and tall, gleaming black boots of Earth’s elite Star Guard.

  For most of his life, he daydreamed constantly about joining the Star Guard once he graduated from school. Somehow, though, the realities of life in that dingy port got in the way of his ambitions, just like it did for a lot of other kids Morgan knew. Never mind seeing the quadrant—by the time Morgan was 19, he’d never even left the place he’d started his life. Instead of embarking on a rewarding career in uniform, Morgan slipped into the same path his father and grandfather had before him, working at the Parallax, the most popular casino on the base. At night, he marked time in the Lunar Bar, watching patrons glide and flirt among the chrome barstools and colorfully crisscrossing strobe lights.

  Like every other venue on the starport, the Lunar Bar catered to clientele of any species and preference, as long as they had a fistful of chits to pay for their entertainment. Since Morgan didn’t have a lot of those, he usually spent most of the evening leaning against the wall with a spiced fruit drink in his hands and observing. Though he couldn’t imagine himself actually participating, it did give him a bit of a thrill to see so many guys from so many different planets standing around with their arms—and sometimes their lips—casually pressed together, not to mention the few couples who were slow-dancing in the corner in spite of the driving beat blasting through the room.

  As usual, tonight his eyes were riveted on the off-duty Star Guards who gathered in the back, downing drinks much stronger than his own and telling raunchy jokes. Having given up nearly all hope of ever becoming one of them, Morgan would have settled for being allowed just to stand a little closer and hang out with them. Yet he was sure they didn’t want any part of a know-nothing base-bred whelp like him. Ignoring his frustration and loneliness, Morgan settled for watching and coasting on a downward spiral he had no idea how to reverse.

  One guy in particular caught his attention. He was an Earthman, probably about 27, and looked like someone the Guard would send to the tougher section of port as a walking recruitment poster. His uniform jacket hung open, exposing a lowcut tank top underneath. On the left side of his chest, just above a few coils of sandy hair, he sported an impressively large and intricate dragon-and-sword tattoo. His pose was jaunty, his lips surly as he leaned against the laser snooker table in the corner, laughing with his Guard buddies. Morgan felt a hot flush cover his whole body when, realizing that Morgan was staring at him, the guy lifted his metallic blue eyes to meet his gaze.

  Morgan actually started to shake when the guy grinned, lifted his laser cue to waist-level, and pointed it straight at him. His buddies drifted away, talking among themselves, while Morgan stumbled toward him as if he had been mesmerized in one of the cheap sleight-of-hand shows the casino ran for tourists in the afternoons.

  When Morgan was standing beside him, pale and nervous for reasons even he didn’t understand, the guy hunkered back down over the table and went back to the game he was now playing alone.

  “Name’s Evander Redshift,” the guy said, settling his broad shoulders while he took aim with his laser cue. “Yours?”

  “I’m Morgan,” Morgan said nervously. “Morgan Drex.”

  “You were watching us,” Evander said and squeezed the trigger. A sharp, staccato burst of light sent the lonely eight ball careening across the table’s electrified surface. It bounced against the corner pocket and rolled back toward them, glowing with static. His new friend paused to curse and then glanced back up at Morgan. “Any special reason?”

  Sweat poured from his armpits as Morgan stammered out something about how he’d always wanted to join the Star Guard. Morgan could have kicked himself afterward. So much for not sounding like a loser with a military fetish.

  His embarrassment mounted when Evander snorted. “Yeah? So, why haven’t you?” He turned again, and his steely eyes seemed to strip Morgan naked. That was when Morgan understood, at last, exactly where Evander’s interest in him was heading. The unmistakable leer on his narrow lips confirmed it.

  Somewhat to his own surprise, Morgan wasn’t the least bit shocked or offended. At that particular moment, the idea of sucking a Star Guard’s cock seemed the most natural—and maybe even the most exciting—thing in his narrow little world just then. After all, it gradually dawned on him, he’d spent a year scoping out military guys’ bodies, memorizing their every gesture. Maybe there was more than just hero worship behind his obsession. Morgan had just lived such a repressed life that he’d never acknowledged the truth about himself.

  “You have to do what you want to do with your life,” Evander was saying as he lined up his cue again. “Remember, you only get one shot.” To punctuate his words, he sent the eight ball blasting into the corner pocket.

  Morgan’s mind started spinning. Though he hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol, he felt drunk, disoriented. “I guess you’re right,” Morgan said in what he knew was a lame voice.

  Evander’s lips quirked again. Shrugging the tension from his shoulders, he set down his cue and pulled himself up to his full, impressive height. “Come on.”

  Morgan followed him over to the bar and watched him gestured to the server. Morgan gaped, startled, as fresh drinks appeared in front of them. No one had even asked his age.

  Evander tipped his Quantum ale bottle against his lips, and Morgan did the same, struggling not to wince as the unfamiliar burn grazed his tongue and throat. When Evander set his empty bottle down again, he was looking right into Morgan’s eyes.

  “How about a dance?” Evander suggested. From his spot at the bar, Morgan could see a few pairs of guys, and a few alien couples of indeterminate gender, clinging together while a throbbing song oozed from the wall-sized sound system. He was still a lit
tle nervous about being caught with a beer. Besides, dancing would give him an excuse to get his hands on Evander. He wanted more than anything to know what that would feel like.

  “Uh…sure, why not?”

  Casually, Evander threaded his fingers through Morgan’s and pulled him onto the floor. Moments later, Morgan found himself wrapped in Evander’s arms, their bodies tightly pressed together. He felt the urgent prod of Evander’s cock through both his own jumpsuit and Evander’s uniform slacks.

  While they swayed together, Evander nudged his lips close to Morgan’s ear. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” he whispered hoarsely. Morgan started to sweat again, wondering if, with his total lack of experience, he’d done something horribly wrong. He looked up at Evander, half-panicked, and saw Evander grin. “I don’t think I can hold back until the next song.”

  “Uh…” was all he managed to stammer.

  Evander brushed his hand against Morgan’s thigh, then around to the front of Morgan’s crotch. He paused to give an understanding nod. “Yup, just like I figured. You don’t want to wait much longer, either.”

  Suddenly Morgan was following him through the club and toward the exit at the back. On the way, they passed the same group of friends Evander had been talking to when Morgan had first spotted him, but Evander paid no attention to their smirks and knowing winks. At any point, Morgan could have turned around and walked away. But he didn’t.

  Morgan didn’t know where Evander was taking him, though he had a good idea why they had to find some privacy. Still, without a moment’s hesitation, Morgan followed Evander out of the bar, down a dingy side street crowded with gamblers and other kinds of hustlers, and up to a narrow room in one of the short-term rental places favored by military personnel on leave. The furniture consisted of a sagging double bed and a chipped silver bureau with a duffel bag on it. There Evander deposited his uniform jacket, draping it carefully over the edge so it wouldn’t wrinkle.

  Morgan felt his pulse quicken when he glanced at the open closet and saw Evander’s white dress uniform hanging there. Something about those outfits never failed to get his blood pumping directly to his cock, and tonight was no exception.

  Noticing, Evander laughed and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. Morgan’s eyes traveled down his bare arms, which were dusted by tightly coiled hairs the same color as those on his chest. Then his gaze moved lower. Morgan swallowed hard when he saw the massive bulge straining at the front of Evander’s uniform trousers.

  Instinct seemed to guide him as Morgan moved closer, and his hand dropped to Evander’s zipper. Slowly, Morgan tugged it open, holding his breath as his ears filled with the hiss of metal on metal. Reaching inside, Morgan pushed back the flaps of Evander’s Y-front undershorts and fished out his hard, curving erection. Gulping, feeling even his eyelids moisten with sweat, Morgan stroked lightly at the fleshy shaft, its plump surface crisscrossed with plump blue veins.

  Grunting with pleasure, Evander covered Morgan’s fingers with his own and made him stroke harder and longer, all the way down to the base and then back up to the pointed head. Morgan kept up his hand-motions, drifting in that same dreamlike state while he watched Evander’s pre-cum drool from the tip of his cock. His heart was pounding with fear and anticipation. It seemed so loud he wondered if Evander could hear it.

  As if in response to his wild thought, Evander looked down at his open pants and then up at Morgan’s face. His shrewd blue eyes drank Morgan in.

  “You’ve never done this before, have you?” he asked. Morgan hesitated, then slowly shook his head. The only thing he could think of was how badly he wanted Evander’s cock inside him—between his trembling buttocks or down his throat, whichever came first. But how did one guy ask another guy to take him all the way? Morgan had no idea how to move things to the next level.

  “Well, don’t worry,” Evander said, apparently not at all turned off by Morgan’s lack of expertise. “You came to the right place. I can show you everything you’ll need to know.”

  The first thing he did was shove his uniform pants all the way down to the tops of his boots. Then he pushed Morgan onto his knees. Grabbing Morgan’s head, he positioned it between his spread legs, and lined Morgan’s wet mouth up with his throbbing pole of hot flesh.

  Nervous again, Morgan opened his jaws and stretched them around that huge plug of a cock. Evander guided him by planting the heel of one hand on his forehead and wrapping the other around Morgan’s left ear. Then he pushed his hips forward and nuzzled his erection up against his lower lip. Morgan could feel his hot, quick pulse vibrate all the way down to his own crotch. The steamy smell of his musk stimulated Morgan’s own hormones and sent his balls into a boil.

  Briefly forgetting to breathe in sheer excitement, Morgan slid his head forward and wrapped his lips around Evander’s blood-filled shaft. His cock felt heavier, thicker, and longer than Morgan had expected it to, and it was harder to get inside his throat than it had originally looked. Still, Morgan struggled not to panic and look like the total amateur he really was. Continuing to hold his breath, Morgan kept forcing his jaws wider and wider, until they ached with the strain and the back of his throat felt raw.

  He gagged once, just a little, when Evander moaned, leaned forward, and finally slithered all of himself inside. At that point, Morgan relaxed enough to take a calming breath, though it wasn’t easy with his gullet stuffed full. Gingerly, the tip of his tongue explored the shape of Evander’s cock, tracing the domed head and the big pulsating vein that split the center of his shaft. His warm balls nestled against Evander’s chin, the rough tangle of his pubes scratching his more tender skin.

  With another guttural sound of pleasure, Evander tightened his hands on my head, pushed forward until his cock pierced the barrier of Morgan’s tonsils, and his nose was buried deep in his sex-scented bush. Then, controlling the depth of his strokes with his own powerful wrists, Evander started a slow plunging motion in and out of Morgan’s face.

  He went slowly, gradually at first, giving Morgan time to adjust to the object lodged above his windpipe. Then, when Morgan didn’t choke or gag—which took quite an effort, Morgan had to admit to himself—Evander went faster and harder. In and out, in and out he plunged, like he was trying to shove himself all the way down into Morgan’s lungs. Morgan couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Morgan just went limp in his grip and let him plunge away as forcefully as he could. It was a helpless feeling, but it was also incredibly exciting to let the Star Guard use his body strictly for his own pleasure. It was like Morgan had become part of his cock, part of Evander, part of a whole exciting life he didn’t have to courage to seek for himself.

  Pretty soon, Morgan felt like he was blacking out from a lack of oxygen and the overwhelming emotions that coursed through him. Luckily, by then Evander’s balls were already tight against his cheeks and chin. Morgan couldn’t have prevented him from coming if he’d wanted to, which he didn’t, and he was pretty sure Evander didn’t want that either. Keeping his cock lodged inside, Evander suddenly pulled Morgan’s head flat against his groin. Evander let out a bestial grunt of pleasure, and Morgan felt hot, huge jets of cum blast the inside of his throat. Morgan could feel Evander’s pulse thudding against his straining tongue.

  Morgan didn’t breathe again until Evander had emptied his nuts into his gullet and pushed him off his wilting hard-on. When he stepped back, his dripping cock swung loosely between his spread thighs.

  Gradually, Morgan became aware of his own erection, leaking juice into his undershorts. Evander seemed to notice the swelling behind the fabric at his crotch, too. Without a word, he maneuvered Morgan over to his saggy bed, bent his over the mattress, and quickly pulled his boots and jumpsuit completely off. Hunkering over Morgan with his thighs apart, he kneaded and rolled his own cock in his slippery fingers until it was ready and hard again.

  He didn’t do much to stretch Morgan out—just squirted on some oily lube that felt warm as it seeped in
to Morgan’s skin, pried his fingers into Morgan’s crack, circled his hole once or twice, and guided himself right on in. His experience, and no doubt his training as a Star Guard, enabled him to get right down to business. He didn’t waste any time getting into his rhythm, either, heaving his hips in a series of intense cock-thrusts that had Morgan squirming and thrashing on the bed. The pain was incredible as Evander seemed to split him open from one end of his crack to the other. But it was also the most exciting sensation that had ever rippled through his virginal body.

  In minutes, Morgan felt a tidal-wave-sized orgasm building, blasting a hole right through his guts. All the while, Evander continued to bore deeper into his untried ass, while Morgan’s hand moved to grip his own straining pole. The hot shaft was wet with leaking pre-cum, and in no time at all Morgan had jacked myself to the point of no return. Morgan shuddered and cried out as twin torrents of heat blasted him at both ends.

  Just as his balls unleashed a gusher into his fist, Evander’s cock sent a torrent into his body. The pressure in Morgan’s torn-up ass made his cock seem bigger, harder, and more demanding than before. His sphincter, desperate for every drop, clutched Evander’s hose like a starving mouth, draining him to the very dregs. They came together for what seemed like an eternity—and just when Morgan thought it was over, they both managed to squeeze out a few last drops of passion.

  Evander stretched out on the bed, finally stripping off the rest of his clothes and giving his cock a few last strokes with his own fist for good measure. “You did great for your first time,” he said while Morgan lay in place, unsure what to do next. Luckily, Evander offered a suggestion. “Why don’t you go and rinse off in my shower? Turn the water up as hot as you can. It’ll help the soreness tomorrow.”

  Nodding, Morgan followed his advice and emerged modestly wrapped in a towel. It was true that his ass was hurting, but his chest felt filled with pride. In those few minutes with another man, he’d discovered a passion for life Morgan had never even imagined before.