When Torvah entered the room he immediately opened up the food servo and retrieved a beverage. "Here John, this will help calm you down. The denok wasn't really going to consume you, it was merely being friendly." "Hell of a way to say hello and now I'm covered with denok slobber. How in the frell will I get this smell out of my cloths," John said with deep disgust.

Torvah turned around and started rummaging through another drawer. John watched the fine lines of the humanoid's back his eyes ran softy over the broad shoulders and slim waist. They finally locked onto his shapely firm ass an inaudible moan escaped him.

"Well John these might do until we can have your clothing laundered,"

Torvah turned holding a very loose tunic and a pair of tight looking trousers. John shook out of his reverie, "Thanks a lot, I didn't really want to go out in public smelling like my mother's meatloaf."

He took the cloths from Torvah and looked around for a place to change, " Umm do you have a dressing room or a place where I can change in privacy Torvah?"

"No I don't, but I will turn around if it would make you more comfortable." "Yeah, thanks that would be nice," John replied.

Torvah grinned and turned around. John looked up to make sure he wasn't being watched and began to undress. When he got down to his boxers, he looked at the borrowed trousers. Hmm, hardly enough room for me in those, I don't think I'll make it with the boxers without some severe binding. He removed the boxers, exposing his well-formed and uncut cock. He was fully aroused. Looking up at Torvah, he realized that he was no longer turned as he was supposed to be. Torvah watched with rapt attention. He had not seen such a beautifully proportioned body in man cycles. He ached to touch the odd man Crichton, to taste, to feel him. The desire shined mutually out of John's eyes but he had quickly to turn his head.

"My goodness, what a lovely shade of red you've turned." Torvah said with a jaunty tone.

"Yeah, us humans are full of surprises." Saying this John's blush deepened.

"Well John are you going to stand there all day peering into my eyes or are you going to get clothed so I can continue with the tour." Smiling, Torvah turned around again to allow John his privacy. Taking the hint, he admonished little John to behave and put on the tight fitting cloths.

"I'm decent. You can turn around now." Torvah did just that and reached behind John and clipped on belt that brought the loose folds of the tunic together and made John a quite complete package indeed.

"Maybe the denok was a fortune in disguise," Torvah said, "you now will blend in much better and we may go see some of the more interesting portions of the city."

"Well that's my goal, find some of the more interesting portions of the city and stay out of my crewmates way." The pain was very obvious in John's voice.

"What did you do to make them so angry with you. I've noticed your ineloquent manner but you've shared quarters long enough for them to become accustom to your uniqueness." He said with a completely honest expression.

"Well, to be honest, it wasn't so much what I did but more what I didn't do. I was to clean the refuse shoots on Moya, it is one of the few menial tasks the DRD's do not handle, because they are for the crew and are not integral component to Moya's performance. Well, I cleaned the shoots but I left a brush down one of them. So, much like when a piece of plaque gets lodged in an artery, the shoot sealed up."

"Let me see if I understand this correctly. You sealed up the lavatory facilities aboard your ship and now are wondering why they are so mad." Torvah said with a robust laugh "Are you an imbecile or are you just plain daft. The utmost importance must be given to sanitation on a deep space vessel such as yours. To be without the basic waste evacuation capabilities, not only can cause a great amount of inconvenience for yourself and your crewmates, but also increase the likelihood of the spread of disease. How could you be so careless and do such a thing?" His voice was stern.

"Well I had hardly the time to worry about a johnny mop while under siege. We were being pursued by a Peace Keeper attack vessel and how was I to know that this would happen." John said feeling even worse then he did before meeting Torvah.

"Well, it's of no consequence now. Lucky for you that you were close enough to our planet to receive repairs or you would have quickly found your self up to you chin in your own waste. Now, what should we see first? A local eatery of not so fine cuisine or an establishment of ill repute but with fine drink?"

"Fine drink, most definitely. Food can wait, right now I just want to get drunk!" He said with a firm gesture, "let's get on with it." After a short walk down a few dark allies and jumping over unidentifiable offal, they reached the door to what in John's mind could only be classified as the entrance to a speakeasy. Torvah knocked confidently upon the door. A small aperture appeared where Torvah placed his hand. With that the door opened accompanied by an onrush of almost deafening music and the scent of sweaty hot bodies.

"This is a bloody dance club." John said as he stared at the almost chaotic and frenzied mass that was the dance floor.

"Do you not like it here? We can go to a more sedate location if all the noise and action doesn't appeal to you."

"No, quite the contrary, this is exactly what I need, but I wasn't expecting it. Please, let's go in." John proceeded to enter the club. Torvah quickly over came him and led him toward what was apparently their equivalent of a bar.

"Two of the house special." Torvah replied to the Sebacean behind the counter. Crichton surprised that a Sebacean was running the bar and asked Torvah. "What is a Peace Keeper doing here? Shouldn't he be closing this place down, not selling us intoxicants?"

"I thought you knew that not all Sebaceans are Peace Keepers."

"I didn't think that was true out here in the Uncharted Territories. I thought all of 'um were PK's out here." John said.

"That's entirely untrue, there are several Sebacean colonies in the Uncharted Territories. Several very close to this planet actually so if you spy any don't assume they are Peace Keepers. They most likely are as you, simple travelers."

Torvah handed John his drink. "Now drink up. This is a fine beverage and it's a shame to just let it languish in a glass."

Taking up the drink John brought it to his lips. From there he could smell the sweet heady aroma of it. He took a deep swill and a large grin appeared on his lips. "I could just kiss you Torvah. This just tastes wonderful. I don't want to know what it is or what it's made of but I want more of it. A lot more."

"That can be arranged friend Crichton. Let us also not forget that this establishment also gives one the opportunity to engage in recreational movement." Said with a sly smile.

"It's called dancing where I come from. Yeah lets get down and boogie." He said as he finished off his drink.

John moved closer toward him and if almost by magnetism Torvah did the same. Their bodies met and moved as one with the music. They pressed closely to each other touching each other intimately. Finally, they began the kiss. Almost a dance in it's self. Their tongues passed deeply, caressing each other passionately. With an almost agonizing slowness they tasted each other their lips moving in hunger. John's ands grasped Torvah's ass grinding each other even closer. Their aroused flesh separated by thin layers of cloth. The dancing and the music seemed to drift away with their lust. The two were lost in each other's embrace. If each had not remembered that they were in public they would have all ready have been unclothed.

Torvah was the first to break away. "Not here. Let us leave and return to my housing."

Not knowing if it was the drink talking and not really caring John replied. "Lead on darlin."

With that Torvah grasped John's hand and they were out the door before John could take his next breath and back at Torvah's house almost as quickly. As soon as they were through the entrance of the domicile Crichton grabbed him and began to continue the earlier kiss. Torvah fumbled for the belt around John's waist; the clasp seemed caught. Finally, out of passionate frustration he ripped the belt free and pulled the shirt over John's head. Where for at an instant, their kiss stopped and John's rippling chest was revealed.

Torvah moved down to suckle at his exposed nipples. Pulling them hard with his teeth and running his tongue over areola. Small moans of pleasure escaped from John. He reached down to massage his erection. That brought it to the attention of Torvah. Standing, he unclasped John's trousers. They slipped of his body, displaying again his full uncut cock.

"Maybe we should of done this the last time you had me naked." Gasped John. Without reply, Torvah slipped out of his own tunic and was about to remove his pants when John kneeled down and released the clasp. Slipping off the pants allowed Torvah's own penis fully engorged to emerge. It was a delicious salmon color as was the rest or Torvah's skin.

John bent down and began to suck. He moved up and down the shaft tasting the tangy richness of Torvah's skin. Feeling the soft brush of his pubic hair against his face, John moved his tongue from the very tip of the cock to his balls slowly he began to suck them in. First the one, than the other. He brought up his hand and began to pump on Torvah's dick, all the while he continued to roll Torvah's balls within his mouth.

Torvah watched as he received the blowjob. Moaning in ever-increasing pleasure he reached down and pulled John's head up from his aching member. He began to kiss john fiercely. Their cocks weaving like two dueling swords, caressing one another, adding to the total please. Torvah pushed John down onto the small bed he moved to lay atop him.

John ran his hands up and down Torvah's firm back reveling in the feeling of their hard bodies pressed together. Moving his hands down he cupped Torvah's ass grasping the solid flesh trying to their bodies even closer.

While Torvah started to kiss his neck he brought his hand up and moistened his finger. Running the finger back down to Torvah's anus he started to massage the opening. He felt the groves and ridges. He teased the opening eliciting a fresh set of moans from Torvah. With a deft move he came out from under Torvah and positioned himself behind him. Grasping him by the hips John indicated to him to raise up his ass. When Torvah's anus was fully exposed John went down and proceeded to lick his moist hole dry. Probing the opening with his tongue he grasped Torvah's hanging sack and started to caress and lap at it as well.

At this point Torvah was aching for John to enter him. Sensing this almost telepathically John got up on his knees and rolled back on his feet rising up he positioned himself with his arms at Torvah's sides. With a deft thrust he entered Torvah. Instantly Torvah clenched up and for a moment John experienced the intense pleasure of that pain. A fraction of an instant latter he relaxed and John started to make deep slow thrusts. Balancing on one arm he used his hand to stimulate Torvah's cock. It felt like a warm throbbing piece of stone. He felt his own thrust running down the hard shaft. Moaning in ecstasy Torvah rocked back on his knees pounding Johns cock even deeper. Reveling in the feeling of their balls slapping together with each thrust he felt John's paces increase causing a corollary increase in the pain that was his pleasure. With a Sudden burst of joy, John came inside Torvah's throbbing ass and with a single stroke more of John's hand he ejaculated with an equal elation.

They collapsed on one another. A pile of sweaty, exausted, sated flesh. The scent of their lovemaking was like heady wine. Breathing deeply they looked to one another and began to kiss softly.

End