Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

every second of what Kyle was doing to him, and his cock got hard again, pre-cum dribbling onto a control panel.
    Sure, conditions were cramped, but as soon as Kyle got inside Rory good and proper, there seemed to be so much more room inside the suit than before. Why hadn't Rory thought of such a thing before? Having the occupants fuck sure would have saved a lot of soreness after a long day shooting. Then again, what man could keep his cock hard and inserted into another's arse for hours and hours on end?
    "Now go give those aliens hell, sweetheart," Kyle said, his hot, moist breath at the back of Rory's neck, spurring him on even more.
    Rory couldn't speak. Then again, having a ten inch foreskinned monster up his arse stopping any farts from escaping his bowels probably had something to do with that fact. All he could concentrate on was the task at hand, trying his best not to get too distracted by the delicious grunting and groaning going on behind him. His eyes watered and his hands trembled at the controls.
    Kyle held him tight.
    His man seemed to give him a strength he never knew he had, and by the time the aliens were upon them, Rory had brought the sling shot mechanism online. An amazing feat really considering his erection was touching those particular controls and they were now a mess of slippery with pre-cum keys and switches. Still, Rory has also managed to move the suit over to face their enemy.
    Everything seemed to happen at once.
    He fired the sling shot, disabling two of the alien dog men. They hit the sand, never to move again, mainly because the grappling hooks at the ends of the ropes pierced their chests to stop them dead in their tracks. Lucky shot, Rory guessed. Perhaps having a cock up him gave him that luck. Who knew? Then again, perhaps Kyle was all Rory ever needed to help change his life for the better.
    The other two aliens split up, coming at them from different directions. Rory saw the tactic and raised the leg of the suit to try and crush the nearest one. What's more, Kyle was approaching climax. His breathing was laboured and he was yelping with sexual delight right into Rory's ear. The fear right now was that Kyle would cum, and as a result, pull out, making conditions in the suit unbearable again as they tried to take up the space of two men instead of two men trying to be one. In effect, Kyle's actions were the fuel Rory needed right now to do his job.
    "Almost there," Rory said. "Just don't fucking cum until I've dealt with the last two, you hear me?"
    Kyle didn't reply. He pulled Rory in even closer, pressing his hips so hard against Rory's buttocks, getting his cock in as far as it would go, that Rory let out a groan of both approval and pain.
    Rory had cum a few moments ago, relishing he had done so, but also in his haste, covering the sling shot controls in his sticky jizz. Thankfully, the mechanism was a once only use and he'd already used it. Rory imagined controls and ejaculate weren't a good combination. Not once had he gone to a hardware store and seen canned cum as a lubricant for mechanical objects.
    He'd bet the controls were now seized.
    Still, he had to push on. One of the aliens had been crushed under the suit's heavy foot. The other, however, was climbing up it. What's more, the dog alien was heading for the back door lever control. If it could open that it'd be able to get a hold of them both while they fucked to save space so they could operate the suit properly... and to prevent noxious gases from escaping Rory because he was cramped, of course.
    Rory swivelled the suit's arms into action to try and pry the alien from off it. In that instant, Kyle let out a cry of ecstasy again. Rory knew that scream. The man was blowing his load. There was even some ear nibbling thrown in for good measure to leave no doubt in Rory's mind about Kyle's state of affairs.
    "Oh God!" Rory yelled as he tried with desperation to keep Kyle inside him— even though the man was coming— and pull the alien dog being off the space warrior suit at the same time to crush it once and for all. Whoever said men couldn't multi-task had never had the inspiration of a huge fucking cock up them while they worked to save their arses from becoming alien dog chow on a strange planet.
    Thankfully, all the elements of their ordeal came together. Rory pulled off the dog being just in time, managing to work the controls that enabled him to throw the being beyond the horizon.
    Kyle had pulled out.
    Once