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Subject: {ASSM} Journal Entry 215 / 01022  Planetfall: The Foreman (0)
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Planetfall: The Foreman
Seren, Hiss -5, 1022
Outside the large plate window an Asimov-class starship was taking
shape. Although technically this was a refit and not a buildup, much of
the ship's outer plating and such had been removed to expose the vital
components within. Both humanoids and robots worked steadily over the
ship's surface, in some places handling large spools of wire, in others
large tanks of fluids, and in others bright, hot suns of welding
torches.

"What do you think?"

I thought I'd been alone in the observation deck, and the voice made me
jump. It also sounded familiar, so either way I turned to see who had
spoken. "Kerry!" I shouted as I grabbed the taller- than-average Mustela
Lutra. Then I noticed the markings on his uniform. "You're foreman for
this project?"

"Yep," he grinned, his otter-like muzzle pulling up in an unquestionable
expression of amusement. "24 weeks is not a lot of time."

"Sorry," I replied. "It was what we needed to order. Will it be done in
time?"

"Oh, it will be ready," he assured me. "There are no problems we
anticipate. Shakedown in 18 weeks for the Ohadi engines, and six weeks
of general flight testing. We'll be testing the internals all that time,
too, to make sure it's ready to go." He paused. "How's home?"

"Your parents moved out years ago, you know."

"I know that," he replied. "I was asking about Aaden and P'nyssa and
everybody else."

"We're all fine. Aaden and Nyss are coming along, the rest are staying
behind. It's going to be just a small family affair, the Shardiks and
two thousand of their closest friends. Goddess, Kerry, but you've gotten
tall, especially for your species!"

"Si, Habla espanol tiembro," he replied cryptically.

I examined him carefully, wondering what in Hell that was supposed to
mean. He was a Lutra Mustela, or otter-like Mustel. His fur was light
brown and heavily matted against his body. His eyes were black, but
bright, and his whiskers twitched with amusement as he waited for me to
decipher his meaning.

And then I remembered. And I laughed, shaking my head and chuckling for
a moment. "You've still got a great sense of humor. So tell me, is what
they say about you Mustela Lutra Saros true?"

"Would you like to have dinner?" he replied, smiling and not answering
the question. "I cook a great roast, and I would adore having my old
sitter over for diner." He paused. "Then you could find out for
yourself."

My eyebrows shot up. "Really?"

He blushed, looking away. "If it's... if it's okay with you."

I smiled. "Anything for an old friend. What time?"

"How about one?"

"That's fine with me. See you then?"

He nodded. "I've got to get back to work. I live in Pelcityran, room
J-1902."

"J 1902," I repeated. "See you at one."

            *            *            *

At one after dark, PST, I knocked on the door and it opened. "Come on
in, I'm still in the kitchen!" The smell of freshly cooking meat and
vegetables washed over me as I found my way to where he stood, cooking.
He wore a T-shirt and white, cotton pants that reached to the floor. His
feet were broad and powerful- looking, with thick toes covered in the
brown fur that covered the rest of him. Then as my eyes scanned back
upwards I caught the logo on his T-shirt, which read "SARO != SLUT." But
he smiled as he noticed me reading it. "For you, I'll make an
exception."

"That's a pretty strong come-on, Kerry."

He blushed. "Sorry. Guess I shouldn't get my hopes up, huh?"

I patted him on the shoulder. "It's okay. I'm just a little taken aback
by it. I have no objection, if that's what you're wondering, but I am
curious about why."

He shrugged as he sliced a carrot. The flashing knife made me edgy;
you'd think after ten centuries I'd've gotten over that damned phobia,
but it still comes back to haunt me now and then. "It's stupid." He
looked up. "I'm just a little lonely out here right now; my last lover
left me recently, and when I heard you were around, I thought it would
be a perfect opportunity to just... spend some time with someone
friendly."

"Does that include sleeping with me?"

"If you wanted," he replied as he dropped the boardful of vegetables
into the heavy steel pot. He put the knife down. "I'm sorry, I'm just...
I'm screwing up badly, aren't I?"

"No, you're just sounding a little frustrated." I grinned at him. "Look,
I'm going to go into the living room and wait for you so I don't get in
the way of your making dinner."

"Okay," he sighed. "I'll be out in a moment." And he wasn't kidding; no
sooner had I sat down than he joined me, sitting down in what appeared
to be his favorite chair, across the table from me. His residence was
small and comfortably furnished, done in muted tones of red and orange,
including the someone mundane woven- cloth artwork that adorned his
walls.

"No, no," I said. "Come here. Sit here, on the couch, next to me. Tell
me what's been happening in your life since you moved out."

Looking uncomfortable, he rose up and joined me, sitting on the opposite
end. "Well," he began, taking a deep breath, "I went to school at
Mayaloa, and got my engineering degree. I graduated six years ago, about
the same time Momma and Dad moved back to Triscalmi. And I basically
moved here."

"But foreman, in only six years?"

"It's what I do well. I can read a blueprint and I can do the work, but
apparently they think I'm best suited to being a people person. I do
have pretty good judgment when it comes to people. At least, I think
so." He shook his head. "I stop fights and stuff like that."

"If you're so good at putting people together, why are you so awkward
with me?"

"Because I'm not good at putting people with myself. It's really hard to
point my... whatever... at myself." He blushed. "I don't understand
why."

I nodded. There was an awkward silence, where each of us waited for the
other to say something. We were both saved by the chime. "Dinner's
ready."

He rose, returning a few minutes later with a tray, and served me
dinner, complete with wine. He put a platter down for himself as well.
"Adequate?"

"I'll know when I've tasted it." He nodded awkwardly again as I cut
myself a piece of meat, skewered a slice of carrot in the process, and
stuffed the entire thing into my mouth. "It's perfect."

"Thanks," he replied. "I tried to make it work."

"You did fine," I told him, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "Stop
fretting."

Dinner continued in silence. I enjoyed his cooking; he had a talent that
I appreciated. As I cleaned off the plate and reached to pour myself
another glass of wine, he said, "If this is seduction, I'm doing a lousy
job, huh?"

"No, no, you're doing fine," I said. I picked up the bottle, poured a
glass for myself and another for him, then leaned forward and covered
his paw with my hand. "Look, if you want me to spend the night, I will.
I just don't understand why. I mean, you grew up around me and you're
not the sort to get starstruck with the idea of sleeping with me. That
was always an option with you, you know."

He nodded. His shyness made me feel protective, like I should wrap my
arms around him and hug him, not fuck him. "I wanted to..."

"When?"

"When I was living at the castle." He hung his head down. Then he
turned. "I never really had the courage to ask you, though."

"Why not?"

"Why not? You were always surrounded by such incredibly beautiful
people, Ken, all the time. Aaden and Nyss and even Mom and Dad. I was
just this gangly Lutra. And that was before I reached 165 cents, even. I
was all out of proportion."

I slid across the couch until I was close enough to smell him. "Listen.
It's too late to correct what you thought back then, Kerry, but you're
still one of the most beautiful melLutras I've ever met. You have the
kindest smile I've seen in years and you've certainly grown into a
healthy specimen."

"Thanks," he said, looking away again.

I reached down and cupped my palm under his squared ottermuzzle and
pulled his face back to mine to stare into his eyes. Once again, I
paused, at a loss for words where he was too, and finally a resolved the
dilemma with a gesture, pulling him towards me as I leaned closer,
pressing my mouth against his. He moaned softly just from that lightest
touch, then pressed back, slightly awkwardly and overly hard. "Woah,
easy," I said, smiling. "You don't have to force me."

"I'm sorry. Maybe I should just forget it."

"No, no." I rose from my chair. "Come with me. Um, actually, you'd
better lead."

"To where?"

"The bedroom, silly." He looked dumbfounded for a moment. "Come on, come
on," I encouraged him. "We haven't got all night. Well, we have. That's
just an expression, you know. Of course, if we do take all night, you'll
have trouble staying awake at work tomorrow."

I helped him to his feet, and he led me into his bedroom, which was
decorated much like his living room. Muted. Functional. It was almost as
if he were living in someone else's idea of a hotel room. I passed my
hand over the control panel and lowered the lights until we could barely
see each other. That was okay; our eyes would adjust. "Listen," I
repeated, "I'm not sure what you're looking for out of this, Kerry. I'm
willing to listen."

He sat down on the bed and took a deep breath. "Remember when I said my
last lover had left me and I was feeling lonely?" I nodded. "I meant
that almost literally. I... I haven't had a good relationship, Ken.
Ever. My 'last lover' was some melMarkal I met down at the Arrow."

"The Arrow?" I said.

"It's a... club in Pelcityran. Mels only."

"Oh. You mean you've been having anonymous encounters all your life?"

He nodded. "Mels and fems, depending on my mood. I know where to go to
get it easily. And they all want me 'cause I'm a Saro." He sighed
softly. "I guess I wanted to invite you because you, at least, were
someone I could talk to, someone who would understand."

"I... I understand, Kerry. But have you figured out why you're like
this? I mean, have you considered professional help?"

"I'm going to a counselor. He suggested something like this. Well, not
like you, I mean, but about getting in touch with friends. Getting to
know people outside the clubs, the shallow places, he called them."

"Have you ever brought anyone home?" I asked.

"You're the first. Guess I failed this experiment, huh?"

"Only if you scrap it before getting the results." I crawled onto the
bed, fluffing up a pillow and leaning against it, looking at him down
the length of the bed. "Come here."

He joined me, hands and knees, then eased himself cross-legged next to
me. He wore a manila-colored shirt and brown pants of made of some
crude, natural cloth; it visibly varied in thickness in places. Both
were tightened about his waist with drawstrings. I reached for the one
that held his shirt closed and pulled it open, then grabbed it and
tugged it over his head. It came off and I dropped it over the side of
the bed. He was beautiful. Not in any athletic sense; he wasn't that
masculine perfection that Aaden exercised for every day, nor was he
especially shapely. Instead, his normality is what made me want to kiss
his body all over. His chest was covered in the fine, brown pelt that
covered his face and paws, his stomach was flat, and his shoulders
broad. The smell of him, the slightly oily scent of his otterfur drew
obscene images with a vidprojector on the inside of my skull. "You're
very desirable, Kerry, without being a Saro."

"Can I say the same thing about you?"

"If you want," I replied, smiling up at him, now shirtless.

He returned the grin shyly, then tugged at my shirt and pulled it off,
dropping it on top of his own. His hands caressed my chest, fingers
closing briefly on one nipple. Considering how much I enjoy that, with
him it felt all the more wonderful. I gasped softly as his broad
fingertips trailed down my chest and over my stomach, stopping at my
belt, then sliding back up. "Almost never..." He sighed.

"Huh?"

"I almost never stop to look at the person I'm having sex with. There's
a sort of democracy about that, I suppose. It doesn't matter what they
are or what they look like. They're a hole to fill."

"You always top?" I asked.

"Almost always," he said. "It's what they want. What they expect from a
Saro." He looked immensely sad, suddenly. "It's not my fault I was born
into the species that, cent for cent, is the best hung."

I reached up and pulled him down to lie next to me. "Stereotyping
sucks."

"But it's not just a stereotype, Ken. Among Mustela Lutras in general
the proportion thing doesn't really get in the way, but Lutra Saro is
doubly blessed." He snuggled close to me, one arm over my chest. "The
average Saro has a 26 centimeter dick. Mine's thirty-one." He sighed.
"After a while, that's all I am, really. A piece of meat with an engine
attached to it. There are times when I'm glad I'm at work, where my
brain is getting more exercise than my hips."

I nodded, stroking his back with the one arm that went under him. I
reached down, finding the base of his immensely thick tail. Among their
other attributes, Lutras have huge tails, often as thick as their thighs
and very strong. They have to be, just to keep from dragging on the
floor. I scratched at his softly and his eyelids fluttered and he
gasped. "Oh, that feels good."

I smiled as I caressed him. "Off my arm," I whispered, and he rolled
away. "On your stomach." I situated myself over his buttocks and began
scratching his back. He moaned but held perfectly still. I started at
his shoulderblades and vigorously worked my way down, over his ribs and
spine, working my fingernails under his rich fur until I reached his
tail. I began circling it slowly, scratching the length of it. He
wiggled underneath me, moaning more as I worked my outwards, towards the
tip, although the last thirty cents or so were more ticklish apparently
because he broke out giggling. Not that he asked me to stop.

He squirmed a good deal, though, and finally I put it down. "You're very
handsome," I whispered as I leaned forward and covered my body with his,
kissing the back of his neck. The individual furs on his body are
themselves very thick, with a slightly gritty texture to them that makes
them stick together and provides a degree of water resistance. They
tickled my nose, too.

He pushed back against my pelvis with his, whispering "I'm glad you
think so, Ken." He turned over slowly, letting me slide off of him, and
lay down on his back. I looked down at him. He looked away. I kissed him
softly and he turned his head back towards me, mouth to mouth. This time
his right hand groped for my crotch, finding my hard cock through the
pants and squeezing gently. He eased down slowly, opening up the tie of
my pants and freeing my erection.

He looked at it closely, then gave it a playful lick. I laughed softly
and he decided that a lick wasn't enough; he opened his muzzle and
descended, closing again once he had the head in his mouth. I sat myself
down to a more stable position and watched his head bob up and down,
feeling the little shocks of pleasure as his tongue swiped the underside
and his lips closed about the root of it.

He slid off my cock to nibble along the underside of it, eventually
licking my balls with that agile tongue of his, taking the sac into his
mouth and rolling them about. I gasped; I love having my balls played
with. I was surprised at just how sensitive I felt tonight; it was like
everything just came alive. Maybe it *was* the "monogamy thing," as
Aaden had called it the other day; until recently, it had been years
since I'd slept with someone outside my two lovers. Now, for the second
time in a month I was in someone else's bed and the response was just
wonderful.

He closed his warm hand around my shaft and stroked it slowly. "Ken?" I
looked up into his eyes. "Would be it asking too much if... tonight...
you made love to me, and not the other way around?"

"Of course not," I responded, smiling, then leaning in to kiss him
again. We rolled on the bed and I felt his hard cock against my thigh.
It was long, but length wasn't the whole story, because it was only of
average thickness, much like mine. I grappled with him, feeling for it.
The knot holding pants closed brushed against my hand and I closed my
fingers, pulling it open. We wriggled him out of his pants and over the
side they went, soon followed by mine. Laughing, we fell onto one
another passionately, kissing and hugging. I eased him over onto his
stomach as we rolled about and I was soon atop him, my cock pressing
against the cleft of his butt, his tail draped between us.

I pushed back and lifted his tail up, kissing the base. With one hand I
held his cheeks slightly apart as I kissed my way between them, reaching
out with my tongue to caress his asshole. He moaned loudly, then began
gathering he legs up underneath him. I backed off enough to let him get
comfortable; now, instead of lying on his belly he kneeling on his
knees, toes down, chest still pressed to the mattress. "You're anxious,"
I observed, giving his furry butt a kiss. "Are you comfortable like
that?"

"Uh-huh," he replied. "Please... keep doing what you were doing."

I parted his ass again slightly to press my face between them, kissing
and licking his asshole, pressing my tongue against it and feeling it
give way. His rich animal smell was coarser between his thighs, strong
with sweat and pheromone. I ducked down to lick his balls and his
substantial cock hanging halfway out of its sheath.

Then I righted myself and knelt between his legs. With both hands I
caressed his cheeks as my cock slid between them, throbbingly hard and
anxious to take him. He moaned again as I pushed his legs slightly
apart, lowering his butt a little and bringing it in line with my
crotch. Then I aimed my cock against his asshole and pushed.

Slick with our salivas, I met strong resistance as I pressed inwards.
"Take a deep breath," I offered, and as he exhaled I pressed harder.
Suddenly his hole twitched and gave way, and the head of my cock popped
into him, eliciting a whimper of pain. "Okay?"

"Yes," he gasped. "More."

I watched, excited, as my cock slid deeper between his asscheeks and
into his hole, into him. The walls of his rectum gripped my cock like a
hot, welcoming glove until my pelvis was pressed hard against him.
"Easy," I said. "Take it easy. You've got it all."

"I know," he said hoarsely. "Please, take your fill."

"Oh, I will," I said. "In my own time." I slowly pulled out, watching my
cock emerge from between his golden-brown-furred ass, then slowly pushed
in. I took my time, going tantalizingly slow, feeling the intense grip
of his hole along the length of my shaft with every cycle. His body
shuddered at the intensity of the demands I was putting on it, although
I was still being gentle at this point.

I decided to take my time, stroking him slowly. I wanted his asshole to
know the feeling of my presence for a long time. So instead of forcing
myself to go faster, I forced myself to go at the same speed, a slow,
steady back-and-forth. I rocked on the bed, holding his hips with my
hands, pulling and pushing.

            *            *            *

"That feels wonderful," he gasped. "Faster?"

"In my own time," I replied, smiling. "When I'm ready."

"Oh, fah, that feels good. I needed this!"

I smiled as I looked down the length of his body, admiring its shape and
color, then looking straight down at where our bodies were joined, my
cock deep inside his vulnerable asshole. I felt very much in control,
yet also very giving. As long as he was enjoying himself, I was happy.

The head of my cock began to hurt with the combination of sensitivity
and the delay of orgasm and I decided it was time to reach a resolution.
I sped up slowly, controlling both thrust and withdrawal, still feeling
the incredible tightness of his anus around my cock, pulling out just
enough to feel that tightness grip the head before shoving back into
him. He moaned as I increased the pace and I saw his hand reach under
his body to grab his own cock. It stopped being lovemaking, became
man-to-man fucking, my thrusts ending only when my hips met his ass, my
withdrawal stayed only by my lust to stay within his hot grasp. I could
feel my blood pounding in my heart, my head, and my cock. I was very
close to coming.

But Kerry came first, shouting his climax and coming over the bedspread,
his body tensing and shuddering. The spasms in his asshole were enough
to send me over the edge as well, and I moaned, "Oh, Kerry!" as I came
inside him, shooting my semen up into his body. I felt every strong
pulse of come as it spurted into him.

And then, gulping for air, I slid out and collapsed onto the bed next to
him. "Oh, Kerry," I repeated. He looked at me, his face indescribable,
and I reached out for him. My arms were weak from my efforts, but I
found the strength to pull him to me, holding him close, kissing his
face and nose. "Oh, Kerry."

He began crying softly as I held him. I think I'll never know what to do
when someone cries, but I do my best; I held him and waited until he was
done and could talk to me again.

His sobbing went on for a long time, but finally it slowed down and
faded away. "Kerry?"

"I'm... I'm okay, Ken. I'll be okay. I just... I just needed to do that,
to get it out. It's been so long since someone loved me and held me."

He took a deep breath and started to pull away, but I held onto him.
"No, don't go anywhere, you. We're spending the night together."

"But..."

"No," I repeated. "You're not allowed to suddenly excuse yourself, or to
act as if this is some... transaction... that's just ended. Understand?"

He looked at me, his expression one of surprise, and then he nodded.
"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I just want to break this cycle you have. I've seen it in
some of Aaden's friends, and I'm not going to see it in someone who grew
up in my house. Got that?"

He nodded. "Still, I have to get up."

"For what?"

"Bathroom." That one single word made me release him immediately, and he
rose to make a run for it. I followed him, found him sitting on the
commode. "I'll be in the shower," I told him. He nodded.

He joined me in the shower and for the first time that night I got a
good, close look at his cock. It was rather long, and I couldn't resist
the urge to kneel down and take the head into my mouth, slowly
sword-swallowing much of the length. He gasped as the water ran down
over our bodies. I closed my eyes and tried not to inhale it as I
crawled my way down until I buried my nose in the soft mound of fur at
the base. Then I slowly slid off. "Sorry," I said.

"I don't think I could get it going again."

"You don't have to. I just wanted to see if I could swallow all of it."

He nodded, then pulled me close and kissed me. "Thank you."

We prepared for bed. As he pulled the sheets back and slid under them
with me he said, "Now, I'm not used to sleeping with someone."

"That's okay," I replied. "I am."

"I mean, I'm apologizing if I take up the whole bed or something like
that." He grinned. "Not that I'm trying to get rid of you or anything."

"In the morning, I'll cook you breakfast. Then you see to it that the
Nyano Handele is the fastest thing in space."

He surprised me by cuddling me close, his arm over my side, his soft
penis resting against the back of my leg. "I will. Goodnight, Ken."

"G'night."

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