Authors: AJ Llewellyn and DJ Manly
Genre: M/M; Multiple partners; Gay romance; Furturistic/Sci-Fi
You pay: 2.99
Cover art: Les Byerley
Boy meets boy. Boys meet rod. A sneaky rod that steals men’s hottest dreams. And acts on them!
Space has no fury like an intergalactic sex fiend given free reign. From the twisted, seductive mind of film director John Bruno comes DEEP PROBE, penned by best-selling authors A.J. Llewellyn and D. J. Manly.
DEEP PROBE, a hot M/M science-fiction tale set on a planet far, far away features six astronauts on a rescue mission to a distress signal. They find no signs of unusual life. One of the crew. however, pockets a mysterious green rod. He soon finds it has a mind and sexual tastes all of its own…
Publisher’s note: Deep Probe has been previously published. It was edited and re-released by Ai Press.
Walter Gross, the new Lieutenant appointed to the Starfleet Cruiser stepped back guiltily. Man, for the resident geek the guy had a gigantic cock.
“This machine is mine,” Beckett snapped.
“Sorry, sir.” Gross always spoke in a deferential way but Beckett, the ship’s commander, knew this kid was trouble. Though only a few years separated Gross from Beckett, experience and attitude counted for a lot. Not to mention intelligence. Beckett hated getting lumbered with Gross, but he’d lost the coin toss back on the Starport Dock. His crew had hyper-stopped long enough to refuel, fill the food machines, get a couple of new crew members, and replace the ship’s doctor who’d started suffering anxiety attacks during their last orbit. They also had fresh medical supplies, including, for medicinal purposes…the reward of these incredible, new fuck bags.
Beckett stepped up to Unit One. It might have been an inanimate object, but he’d started to develop an odd attachment to this industrial-looking sex machine. Gross gave him some space, moving over to Unit Four. There were six in all, enough to accommodate the entire crew. Since their installation, on-board tensions had eased somewhat, though there were days when tempers flared.
Beckett was so horny he could spit. Seventeen months orbiting the solar system was a long time for a group of men to be away from their partners or the pursuit of ass or pussy…away from any possible sexual human contact.
Since sex between crewmembers was forbidden by their military superiors, they’d all given the fuck bags a serious workout from the moment they’d taken off again three weeks ago. Beckett unzipped his fly, took hold of his cock and slipped it into the tight opening inside the machine. Fuck. It seemed to know him, seemed to groove especially to his needs.
He tried to relax. The ship was under Cruz’s command for the moment. Cruz. Shit. Stop thinking about him and that gorgeous mouth.
He pressed the Oral function. The machine hummed, massaging his huge shaft like a warm, wet mouth as he moved back and forth into it. He loved the slick, slippery feel. Dimly aware of Gross hammering like a jack rabbit a few machines away, Beckett knew his new recruit was fixated on his own pleasure. Still, Beckett craved privacy. He slipped on his earbuds and pressed Fuck. He never lasted long with this button. He could control the tempo, even the heat. He wanted to feel like he was fucking an extra-tight ass.
Aaahhhh…bliss. He peered down at the screen in front of him. Which porn movie did he want to watch? Though naturally gay, lately, he’d been watching all kinds of movies. He’d noticed the guys who said they were straight—or at least claimed to be—had taken to watching gay porn. They’d all lost a few inhibitions these last few weeks.
I hope that’s a good thing. Mmm…this morning, I want a man. Yeah. I wanna watch gay porn. He felt the ass-muscle mechanism clamping down on his cock. God, this thing was good. His heart raced. Torn between coming and easing back a little, he chose the latter. He slowed down his speed. He felt the tightening in his ball sac recede. He wanted to watch a lot of ass fucking. He chose an oldie, but goodie, Morning Wood.
Beckett watched the action, fantasizing he was in the scene. When he was back on earth and he got a flat bicycle tire, he could never remember anyone as sexy as these guys being around needing a hand…or an ass. He had never had two hot, scantily clad guys wanting to relieve his personal pressure as well as that of his bicycle tires.
He winched the pressure on his cock up a little to the Virgin Ass nodule. Oh, yeah. He watched the hot stud on screen getting fucked by one guy, and sucked by another. Beckett closed his eyes briefly and imagined lying in such a beautiful room himself, the sun on his face, a breeze blowing filmy white curtains…shit…this was dangerous. It wasn’t the porn star he was balling, but…
Beckett’s eyes opened. He gulped. On the verge of coming, the slow, sexy smile on the face beside him sent his orgasm into the stratosphere. Or wherever the hell the fuck bag sent the gallons of come he’d been pumping into the thing for weeks now.
Nobody could ever guess he had a secret crush on his First Lieutenant, Jason Cruz.