I too will travel to the end of the galaxy with you.”“There isn’t really much I can add to this, Dr. Ziodo.” I was however deeply moved by his...statement.“Your idea of turning this local microbe into a material defeating weapon is brilliant, Captain. We just finished mapping the DNA and I am certain it can be tweaked to do what you had in mind.”“It was just a hypothetical thought. I had no idea you guys take that literally.”“All it takes is an idea for every invention.”Over at the big table was. He moved on. Teasing."You like that?" It feel nice." Against your little asshole?" Yes." Do you want to feel my finger there?"No reply. Ashamed that he was making me want a man to penetrate me."You have to tell me." "You know the answer." But you have to say." I want you to touch me there." "Where?" On my ass." And?" And I want to feel your finger go into me." Sure?" Yes. But gently." Don't worry. I'll make sure you like it."His fingers slipped down between my cheeks and I felt a fingertip. Once the waiterrealised we weren't just "casual punters," but actually knew somethingabout food, he summoned the owner - who also happened to be the head chef- and between us we concocted a delightful set of "tasting," dishes. Theywere all excellent - as was the wine - and Alec and I had a really greatevening, laughing and chatting and commenting on the different flavoursand spices we tasted. We soon discovered we had many interests in commonand time passed very quickly. Eventually it was time. My lips tried to make the perfect seal over his tight hole as I pushed my tongue as far inside Stephen as I could. It never seemed far enough. I strained, forcing my tongue further, willing it to grow as my cock had. I settled for swirling my tongue around inside that wondrous hole, flicking the outside then pistoning my head back and forth, tongue fucking Stephens ass, his moans matching mine. I don't remember how long I lay there, face down in that delicious ass, but my tongue and jaw.