One night we were sitting in my bed watching a movie. Casey had been acting strangely quiet. He looked over at me. "Hey Sean?" He said slowly. He...picked at his finger nails."Yeah?" I replied. He hesitated."Have you... Never mind..." He said. I looked at him. "What Casey? You can ask me. I won't judge you, man."He glanced at me. "Have you ever, you know, thought about, um, doing stuff," He gestured to his cock, "With other guys." He seemed really nervous. "Maybe a few times. Why?" I. He wanted to know what the fuck i had to do with all this and what did i get out of it. I told him i came to check out his bullshit story, maybe score some weed, and get sucked and fucked by a hot older guy. The look on his face was priceless. So you're a homo? I laughed. I'm not a homo. I'm a pan sexual, as in, let's see what pans out. Me and kevin hit it off, and technically since you scored weed, regardless of how you got it, by only sharing joint out of what kevin tells me was about a half. He said "that't it boy now keep drinking my black seed" i gulped down more of his cum leaving a little bit left in my mouth. i felt his cum slide down my throat with each gulp. i swallowed the rest of his sperm down. he said "that's a good white boy drink master's black seed" i thought to myself (i did't know he would be like this i find myself following his every word) he stuck his now soft dick in my mouth and said "boy get my nigga dick hard again" i nodded with his dick in my mouth and. "I watched as the chase took us into space. The Dutchman traveled in a straight line until we reached the belt of satellites and other junk. Then the computer steered us through.Karen looked at me.The question on her mind was answered by the expression on mine.She turned to her station. "Joe." Yes?" Target and fire. Take them down to their navigational shields." Done."The holographic projection showed them where the shots were expected to hit. Numbers beside the target showed the expected.