Admirable Bases
A misunderstood situation gets out of control.
Admirable Bases
Adult Rated and Includes -
Sexual Suggestions
Language
Insertion
Thursday February 18th, 2016.
Denton reporting here, working at a base in Nevada under a superior, I was told my rank not to be listed here. My superiors seem to be irritated of me, I might think that they letting me file this report because they are afraid of me being a loose canon, but they are wrong. I took enough of their tests and it has proved to them that I can't be broken. They also want me to list every thought that comes across me throughout the day, so fuck them and every thought. Every thought, fucking seriously? Today was an okay day. At first it started out great but then just more and things started to piss me off. This place is so fucking dirty I wish I was someplace cleaner. I mean, I try to be fucking sanitary, but I know a lot of people here don't even fucking try to.
Anyway, today started at the usual wake up time but today we had a surprise apparently. My superiors wanted to involve a 'Zeta Reticulan' named Yerneley Zunteley in training today to see how others reacted to working to their race. I mean, I can understand racial coincidence, but I think they do it so often it just borders on 'we're doing this not to be racist.' But that Reticulan, he was a lard ass that kept getting in the way of my shots. As you might have fucking guessed, I just about had it with this so I confronted him in the hangar while he was alone doing whatever the fuck he was doing and I said if his fat fucking ass wasn't so much in the way, I wouldn't be so ineffective on the training team. He said he didn't mean to get in the way, I said it isn't hard for him to. Oh and then he said something that really fucking got on my nerves. He said he doesn't mind it and said I was checking him out. Oh my god, how can you fucking sense that, is your ego that big as your ass? Well, I said something more politer than that. He said at first he thought that but then he caught me doing it through the many 'reflective surfaces' throughout the training. I mean, fuck him. Then he had the balls to suggest that I was more distracted by his ass and that's why I was underperforming. I mean, why the fuck do people assume they know me? So you know what, I fucking tried to push him but he got out of the way, slippy fucker. I tried to keep getting at him but I was pulled back.
That
mother
fucker
played me.
He knew that I was going to draw attention to myself and have myself pulled back. Did he snoop on me? Fuck him if he did.
After lunch I was asked by a superior to come with him, to a room with the fatty. Do these people think I'm going to tolerate this? You think treating me like a child and going 'heart to heart' is going to solve anything. I'll prove them.
Well, goddammit I didn't. Shit. Fuck.
He seems like a nice guy. Goddamnit. Maybe I'm 'intense' as he says or 'just opinionated' like I say.
Well, the dealio is I was sorry and he was sorry. But it looks like we both have an attitude and a boiling point.
But...shit.
Fuck this.
I was eyeing that ass the moment I saw his thighs. Oh yes, I know I was going to like it when he turned around, god damn. Do you think he'd like it rough? Oh, I would just plow into that ass into I exploded cum. Oh, and if he could throw back that ass, imagine that, like large ocean waves lapping against my shore of a dick, haha. Speaking of dick, I'd bet he'd suck it like it was last source of food on earth. That ass looks good for a hotdogging, just strip him down, wet up that fanny, squish my dog around 'dem good and push in and out and let my thick warm cum squirt and stream onto his back. Mmm, what about them moobs? Wet 'em up, squeeze 'em and give em a fuck. Naw. If he could clap that ass, oil it up, and do it on my dick, that'd be great.
But, you know, I guess people won't expect that of me.
Maybe it won't be surprising.
Anyway, by the end of the day, I don't know fucking why, but my superior wanted me to go inside the Reticulan's ship.
I wish I had packed some, if you know what I mean. But unfortunately what I mean didn't happen. He did show me around his ship which was awesome. I mean, surround sound entertainment room? Sweet. But shit because we were done with the tour on the couch and he noticed and spoke to me about still checking him out the entire tour, he thinks, I mean-I was. I couldn't help it, I admired his body shape, that's the only thing I revealed to him. He said he'd be right back and he came back with a blanket around the neck below part of his body. He asked if it helped and I did. I guess I forget to talk one on one with someone. I tried to resist, but he did seem to ease me down, if you know what I mean. And I mean in the sense of how he talked to me, sheesh. We pretty much talked about a number of random things including the iffiness of the alien-human relationships in America. It did seem too long and we both noticed and he got out of his blanket to escort me off the ship. He let me go down the first and I just used it for the glorious view of him climbing down above me and then I hurried off his ship to bed.
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The base in Nevada was big and most of the training was in non used aircraft carriers. Inside there was a small sort of building was twenty-five by twenty-five foot wide and eight feet wide. Upon opening the entrance to it was a couch on the wall that the door was on. Right across and ahead of it was a desk and some shelves surrounding either side of the window. To the right of that stood another wall that was propped out eight feet from the back wall and went to the right and had three offices inside of it. Each office contained was a desk with behind it two shelves placed on each side of the window and two leather chairs facing the desk.. Yerneley was summoned to the middle one that contained Matthews, the military superior on the site. Yerneley knocked, heard a response, and then came in and took a seat as he watched Matthews look at some papers, "You know why I summoned you here, Yerneley?"
He shook his head, "Nope."
"You did read Denton's report, did you not?"
"Yes."
"And what did you think?"
"It was rather explicit."
"In what?"
"In what he was fantasizing about doing to me."
"Very good, Yerneley."
Yerneley felt something was up, "Is that why you asked me here, Denton, for an opinion?"
"Not quite, it's just that Denton has a history of leaving out things in his reports."
Yerneley nodded, "Uh huh. Oh. Ohhh. We did not do anything, if that is what you are implying."
Denton stared suspiciously at him, "Your words, not mine."
"Well, I guess you can't be sure if he's leaving things out on purpose."
"I know he is."
"You do? How?"
"I just do."
"Can be more specific?"
"Don't have to, given that he is a loose canon. I'm not really getting that surprised if he does something more to get him trouble, wouldn't you agree?"
"Doesn't mean that he did."
"You didn't answer my question."
"Don't have to."
After a tense silence, Matthews remarked, "You know, you are just as guilty as him withholding information, I've read your file."
"I didn't mean to, though."
"So you say,...or there you are, saying it to get out of it."
"What do you want from me?"
"I want you to undergo a sex test, to see if you were sexually stimulated or not."
"And I told you, nothing happened."
"This is an order."
"You have no power over me, here."
"And I can easily call someone who will, and,...spin a little tale about how you whored yourself to someone here. That'll make our relations a little bit better, huh?"
Yerneley nodded, "Fine, but it seems you're the one who could be troubling relations."
Matthews glared at him, "Play easy, Yerneley, I was fine with relations until this happened between you and Denton.
"Nothing did!"
"I may have my faults, but so do people, and science outweigh's a people's word. You and Denton will be going down to level ninety-two, room three one tomorrow starting at one in the afternoon tomorrow. You'll go separately in, of course. And I will be overlooking." Yerneley got up, nodded, since this debate could not make it any better and left the office.
Room three one on level ninety-two was underground under one of the aircraft carriers. Level ninety-two was mostly white marble floor with many grey-walled rooms and Yerneley came in behind Denton who was waiting at the door, "This is beyond fucking ridiculous."
"Let's not make this worse."
"Oh, just because I have an attitude makes it worse?" Yerneley shrugged, "I apologize."
"I've tried to reason with him."
"I did too."
"Oh, how-"
"I was quickly shut down though."
"Well, you might not want to be dealing with this in your usual way because of how Matthews is acting."
"Yeah, this fucking sucks," the door opened and a nurse asked Denton in and closed the door. It wasn't long before it was opened and Yerneley was asked in and Denton came out. Yerneley was asked to strip down and the doctor went behind him and stretched his left ass cheek as he inspected his hole. He then poked his index and middle finger into his hole as he felt around in there and then took it out. He let go of the ass cheek and stepped back over to the wall on the right behind Yerneley and dragged a machine with a rod attached, grabbed Yerneley's ass cheek with his left hand and spread it and inserted the rod slight measurement by measurement into his anus. He then removed the rod and took another one that was attached to the machine and asked Yerneley to turn around and open his mouth in which he did and he put the rod into the mouth and lit up the mouth as the doctor said it was a camera and he rotated and moved it around the mouth. "One last test, sir," the doctor went behind Yerneley's left shoulder to turn off the light and then the blacklight. The doctor walked behind Yerneley and reached under and lifted his ass cheeks to look under them and then used both hands to spread the ass cheeks. The doctor at last moved in front of Yerneley's left and lifted and looked under his belly and moobs and then told Yerneley to dress and that he was finished and to wait outside for the results. Yerneley nodded and the doctor left and the Reticulan dressed and left the room with Denton waiting.
"So, did they do the same to you?"
"You mean strip me down, stick rods in me and inspect me?"
"Sounds kinky, but yes."
Yerneley rolled his eyes and sighed and heard an argument going on from the room to the right of them. Matthews exited from it with two doctors following him but he turned to both Denton, "I don't know what you two did, maybe you were just really, really careful..."
"Sir, the tests are conclusive, nothing happened between them," a doctor insisted.
"I know what you said, I just think they are sneaky."
"Why are still persistent on this? You said yourself that science outweighs word, well, here's the science," Yerneley remarked.
Matthews momentarily glared at Yerneley, but then said, "No, you're right. I'm no expert," he looked at the doctors, "You're the experts. You could be using your expertise to lie to me!"
Yerneley felt the need to intervene, "Sir-"
"Not another word or I'll have you deported."
"You can't do that sir, I was born here."
"I was talking to both of you," The quietness after this statement was deafening, "Now."
Yerneley looked over to his right and nodded at Denton and turned around and let him start to follow him out down the hallway to the elevator.
"And I hope you just have a dandy old time filling each other with lust!" He threw his hands up in frustration and turned to the doctors, "Can you believe them? That's disgusting. That relationship is, uh," he stormed off behind the doctors down the opposite halls away from the elevator. Meanwhile, Yerneley had pressed the button for the elevator as he bounced on his heels.
"Anyone ever tell you come off as feminine?" Denton asked.
"No, why?" the elevator door opened and Yerneley walked and turned around facing the doors on his right foot while Denton followed his motion but on his left foot and the elevator doors closed.
"It's just what I've noticed."
"Does it turn you on?"
"Nn-yes," the Reticulan sighed, "so, I guess you'd be a bottom then?"
"You're not making this better for yourself and what Matthews claims we did."
"Just answer the question."
Yerneley turned to him with his arms crossed, "Oh, so just because I'm feminine means you assume I'm a bottom?"
"Oh shit, no no, I mean you just come off as submissive."
"And that pairs with coming off as feminine?"
"No."
"And does submissive mean always be willing or being bottom?"
"Um, no. Sorry for assuming."
Yerneley uncrossed his arms and turned back forward. "Thank you, I'd probably like being bottom anyway, I like pleasing people."
"Oh," Denton could feel an erection coming on, and angled himself a little ways to the right, "So what about Matthews? Are we really doing what he says?"
"No, I think this is out of character for a superior like him, maybe wrong too."
"Yeah, it did seem that way, what are you planning to do?"
"Well, once we get on my ship we have to contact another base and tell them what's going on and hopefully we'll get the okay to come back down."
"And if we don't?"
Yerneley turned his head over and squinted at him, "Don't get any funny ideas because we'll probably keep trying bases and, go full time at my other job or if not, straight to my home planet."
"Okay, okay, sheesh. What's your other job?"
Yerneley turned back forward, "It's a sort of police work on other planets."
Denton sighed, "Could you imagine me and you going around the galaxy as space cops. Pew pew."
Yerneley sighed in annoyance as the elevator doors opened, "Just follow me."
Denton smiled as he did, "Isn't hard to."
Yerneley looked back over his right shoulder and lightly shook his head at Denton for a moment. He turned his head back forward and walked up to his parked ship and under at as he tapped a panel that the descended from the bottom of the ship. Toward the top of the dark grey panel was a grey screen in which he placed his hand over which made a ramp descend that led inside his ship and he went inside it with Denton following close behind. At the top of the ramp to the left was a panel in which Yerneley turned around while Denton was behind him as the Reticulan entered a code and the ramp lifted up back into the bottom of the ship. He then went across to his right and up to his ladder up to the control room, knowing that Denton was probably enjoying the view climbing up. Behind and across the ladder was the central hallway was Yerneley's bedroom was directly across from the ramp, followed by the entertainment room on the right, then conference room, hallway to the ladder, kitchen, control room, bathroom, and back around to the bedroom. Yerneley was walking toward the central hallway when he turned his head over his right shoulder to Denton, "Just go to the entertainment room and hold on.
"All right."
Yerneley walked into the control room and sat on the chair and then swiped open his tablet and pushed up with his right index finger and then swiped right as a small shelve opened and Yerneley grabbed a small microphone with his right index finger and thumb and fastened it under his neck and then spoke in, "All right, hover up..stop, level. Forward...stop. Up and fast into the atmosphere,...stop! And cloak," Yerneley's ship shot up and did so and hovered in the atmosphere and Yerneley exited the control room and spotted Denton leaning in the archway of the game room, "Are you okay in there, Yerneley? You're talking to yourself."
'The ship."
"That's the only way you do it?"
"Well, there's a sort of holographic thing too."
"No manual control?"
"Nope."
"I like manual control, lots of physical, sexy curves, just like on you."
Yerneley squinted his eyes and lightly shook his head, "I'm going to make a call."
"Yeah, nice talk, I'll be in here, as a-fucking usual."
Yerneley crossed the central area into the conference room and went to the panel beside the tube and pressed a button on the panel to set a government call. The tube had opened and Yerneley stepped into it and waited for it to close behind him, "I'm looking to place a call to the base in New Mexico, this is Yerneley Zunteley..."
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Benson?"
"Yes, who is this?"
"This is Yerneley Zunteley, Zeta Reticulan number 9291."
"Hold on one sec...ah yes here we are, what are you calling for?"
"Well, I'm not sure if you know about this, but me and Denton were 'deported' from the Arizona base..."
"Oh yes, I know about this, Matthews, is it?"
"Yes."
"He's creating more of a shit storm than you think, but luckily those doctors communicated to me as soon as possible."
"Yeah, that does sound convenient."
"So, I imagine you need someplace to land?"
"Yes."
"The base is open and you can settle there until we clean up Matthew's mess."
"Sounds fair, thank you," he heard the call hang up and he exited the tube and exited it, but he noticed he still had his microphone on, "Ship, set autopilot course to the New Mexico base." Yerneley held onto the archway of the door as his ship shot down, slowed and landed. Denton slightly stumbled out of the entertainment room, "A little warning next time would be nice."
"Sorry," he gestured to his left, "Off we go," Denton walked down the hall to the ladder, climbed all the way down it and to the middle of the bottom floor while Yerneley followed and entered the code for the ramp to come down and Denton first descended down it and was greeted at the end of it by Benson.
"Afternoon," he outstretched his hand to him and Denton shook it with Yerneley following the motion behind him, "Jesus, nothing happened between you up there between you, if you know what I mean?" This time both Yerneley and Denton glared at him, "Only joking, now Denton, over there-"
"Mom? Dad?" Yerneley said surprised as a rather curvy suited female Reticulan and a very slender and tall male one with wrap around glasses were walking but stopped and looked at Yerneley as he broke away from Denton and Benson to greet them.
"Now, Denton."
"Not now."
"Hm?"
"Just hold on a second," Denton followed behind Yerneley.
"You guys didn't tell me you were coming."
Yerneley's dad looked at him, "Well, son, we were just passing through a bit."
His mother smiled nervously, "Until we heard about what was happening over at the base to you and this fellow named Denton, and that must be him," Denton had come to Yerneley's right side, "Hm?"
"Yes, mom."
"Oh, no need with the attitude hun, now Denton dear, just to let you know, it's not unusual for Yerneley to bottle something in and just reveal something out of the blue surprisingly."
"Mother!"
Yerneley's dad's head tilted over to his wife, "Now, Martha, don't be embarrassing him."
"I apologize Agnus, he just isn't a very open fellow, aren't you, honey?"
"I'm trying to."
"Trying isn't doing, honey."
"It leads to it."
"Well, I can see which side Yerneley gets the looks and personality in the family." Denton nodded to Martha, "But me and Yerneley were about to talk to Benson to see what was going on."
Yerneley nodded, "And I don't want to risk flying out any more, nor do I know how long this situation is going to last."
Denton stifled a laugh, "So we're basically fucking grounded here, and let's talk to Benton first before we can focus on reunions. I hope that sounds fair."
Agnus nodded and then looked over to Beatrice. Beatrice sensed that Agnus was looking at him and then finally nodded and both parents walked to where they were going as Denton and Yerneley turned away and walked back for a bit in silence. "Thank you for doing that,...it's just that."
"Yerneley, you don't have to fucking explain yourself. And I don't usually fucking come out on top of some things but I felt like this was going to be in a bad way so I turned it around."
"I helped a bit."
"I appreciated the support."
"I think we make a good team."
"Well, if you are just basing it on that."
Benton sighed in frustration, "Can just savor the moment for God's sake?"
"Fine," there was a silence as both of them continued on walking with them both glancing over at each other and locking eyes momentarily a few times, "I think we should go meet Benton."
"Yup," both sped up there base where they met up with Benton walking back to his office.