Destination Mars, Part 5My co-pilot)

With my medical officer, Doctor Hung Long chosen for the upcoming mission, I could cross him off the list and move on to my next objective, finding a navigation specialist and co-pilot.

As we were going to be together as a team in outer space for quite a few years, I decided to set up living quarters for us outside of Dallas Texas, in the interim; a place where we would live together while we completed final launch preparations at the NASA space training center and see how we would get along as roommates. Even though our project was under the umbrella of the World Aeronautical space Administration, I demanded as the Commander of the flight that my home country would take control of all of the preparations.

I specifically chose a secluded spot off base so there would be no distractions as we integrated ourselves into a cohesive team. I had moved in all ready and Doctor Long would be arriving within the week.

I looked over the candidates profiles for navigation specialist as I sat in the empty house. I never liked being alone and I was a bit horny, so I decided to put aside the portfolios and check in and see what was happening on my favorite adult sight.

I browsed thru the “on line now” category and saw the usual fella’s. I was still extremely careful with my profile and didn’t want to jeopardize all I had worked for in the space program over one snoopy nosed, interfering, puritan zealot. For the most part the subject of sexuality had become in recent years a moot point. Everyone was more worried about who was saving the planet instead of who was sleeping with whom. Even so I was looking for an out of towner who was just visiting. In a big city like Dallas there were plenty of those so I felt pretty confident I could find someone to spend the evening with.

I had looked for about fifteen minutes when one profile caught my eye. I looked at his work up and his online name was “Sohowdoesthiswork” He claimed to be in town for a short time for business and had never been with another man and was curious. He couldn’t act on his curiosity in his home town for fear of being seen or caught, but he figured as he was away from home he would at least meet someone and see where it went.

I looked at his picture and although there was no face shot I could tell he was very tall and thin. The picture of his aroused cock showed a long, thin, cut prick curling upward as it stood out. He had a bush of blonde hair which from the picture went from his balls up his belly and covered his chest. I sent him a chat message and went on to look at some others who were on line. I was almost surprised when in a few minutes he responded.

We chatted back and forth until he decided he wanted to meet in person in a public place. That was fine with me and I told him about a bar not too far of a drive from my home. We agreed to meet there for a drink within the hour. He told me his name was Richard but everyone called him Dick and I told him I’d be waiting at the far end of the bar.

I was the first to arrive and watched for any tall thin blonde men to enter. When he entered I knew it had to be him because he looked so out of place. He was taller than I expected being at least six foot six or more. He was slender with broad shoulders and a well-defined six pack outlined under his tight fitting shirt. He carried himself with confidence, but the look on his face as he perused the people sitting at the bar gave away his nervousness.

I raised my beer and called his name. His eyes widened and I could tell he almost turned and walked out. I stood and crossed over to him and shook his hand “Hi I’m Hardy. How are you doing?”

He looked at me and smiled a squeamish smile. “Just a little nervous I guess. I’ve never done this before so how does it work?”

I laughed as I walked back to the bar and we had a seat. “Well first there is nothing to be afraid of. Let’s get to know each other a bit and whenever you feel comfortable we can drive back to my place. No pressure; if you’re uncomfortable, just get up and leave. No harm, No fowl.”

In the next hour after a couple of drinks or more, he relaxed and agreed to come over to my place.