"Lights out, cadets! See you all in the morning for another day of 'training'!"

Down the sleek futuristic corridor, the lights above turned off, one by one, bathing the hallway in pitch-black darkness. Of course, despite the warnings of their instructor, the people inside each little room, of which there were 20, had no real intention of sleeping just yet-- not only because it was only 7pm universal time, but also because their excitement for the days ahead was impossible to ignore.

In one such room, two alien species were already babbling away at the thought of what they were going to be trained for in future days. Each was a unique species, hailing from completely different sides of the galaxy, but both their species held seats on the galactic council and they were, at best, considered to be the most 'civilised' of all the races, including the others holding council seats, which numbered 6. Though, the two young alien boys couldn't be any more different in appearance.

The youngest of the two was a Turian, a race known to be both smart and disciplined, with a predominantly militaristic culture-- which made it no surprise that the 9-year-old would be there, for his parents were both military personnel aboard the space station Providence, where their camp was based. The boy sitting across from him however was a stark contrast to the Turian's lithe and nimble features-- the older kid was a Krogan, 11 years of age and covered in a hard scaled carapace. The Krogan was similar to the Turian in that their species is also particularly militaristic, but their roots in combat and war stem from the idea of ritualistic tradition as opposed to a disciplined democracy. The Krogan boy wasn't home to any clan in particular, but much like the Turian's parents, his father was part of 'the muscle' who kept the station safe. Their parents were, in fact, friends-- and it was through their friendship that the Turian and Krogan came to be in this camp in the first place.

"Oooh, maybe they'll let us handle guns." The Turian mused, leaning back on his bed and steadying himself with his hands. His voice flanged as he spoke and his mandibles clicked in excitement as he swung his legs off the edge of the bed, clad in only a pair of underwear-- not that his nakedness mattered, for he was covered in a shiny metallic carapace common in other Turians, an evolutionary trait they had born from their home-world.

"My dad already taught me to shoot, so I'd pass it with flying colours." The Krogan was a fan of showing off, and for good measure and shifted his shoulders to deliberately flex his muscles and show off his large shoulder hump-- a sign of status amongst other Krogan. The Turian, however, didn't even seem to notice, already lost in thought. Much like the lanky Alian opposite him, the Krogan was also wearing nothing but underwear and possessed an obviously more prominent bulge that the Turian had admittedly looked at more than once or twice. The Krogan reached up to scratch his claws against the crest atop his head, his scaly carapace muddied with blue and green hues as a sign of his youth.

"Hey, uh..." The Turian began, leaning forwards and squirming awkwardly in his seat. "Weird question, but...what do you have between your legs?"

"What?" The Krogan instinctively looked to the Turian's own and widened his eyes, realising how flat the Turian's crotch was compared to his own. "Aren't they all the same...?"

"No," The Turian smirked, apparently pleased that he's a little 'smarter' than the Krogan opposite him. "We're different species, so there's all sorts of things different about us, right?"

"I guess..." The Krogan trailed off, audibly humming with curiosity. "...Do you want to see?"

The Turian lowered his gaze back down to the Krogan's crotch, looking visibly embarrassed before he nodded. The Krogan slowly rose to his feet and tugged at the waistband of his underwear, slipping it down past his hips and towards his knees. The Turian laid eyes on the first other alien member he'd ever seen: the Krogan's cock was humanoid-esque in shape, but with distinctive differences, though the Turian didn't know what those differences were. 

"How does it look?" The Krogan awkwardly asked, tucking his large two fingers under his member and lifting it up to allow the Turian to inspect it a little. The member, predominantly flaccid at that moment, had a foreskin that covered the end, but the soft-scaled flesh along the length was lined with little fins that, with each little twitch of the young member, stuck out ever so slightly as it reacting to the flow of blood in the Krogan's veins. The Turian was filled with a sense of wonder and curiosity, but he quickly realised that there's something he should do as well. Rising to his feet, the Turian crossed the very narrow distance between their separate beds and pushed down his own underwear in turn.

"It's only fair I show mine too, right?" The Turian believed in fairness, as did most of his species, so this seemed like a no-brainer to him-- but the Krogan looked a little more embarrassed than he should have been at the sight of the Turian's crotch. There was nothing there: no external balls, nor a member to speak of. For the Krogan, it was also the first time seeing another alien's crotch, and his initial reaction was obvious.

"Are you a girl?" The Krogan muttered, and the Turian giggled in response, both feeling amused and awkward.

"N-No," He began. "My things are all inside here. See?"

The Turian reached down and touched with the thin line of his slit that sat between his legs, noticeable on his carapace but hard to see from a distance. Though he perhaps shouldn't have, the Krogan reached out his hand and touched the Turian's slit with his own digits, curious to the feel of it. The Turian tensed under his touch and squirmed a little on the spot, a tingling sensation dancing across the Turian's body at the tough of another.

"It's weird how all your stuff is on the outside," The Turian mumbled, reaching out in turn to touch with the Krogan's body, fingers meeting with his cock. "My dad said that I have two things inside me that are internal, but some people have it on the outside."

"You mean these?" The Krogan didn't seem too perturbed by being touched in comparison to the Turian, and with his free hand he reached down and cupped his balls, jiggling the two testicles around. The mere act alone had blood rushing to his cock, with thanks to the Turian's touch, and be slowly began to harden.

"Yeah." The Turian reached down to touch them and watched as the Krogan's member swelled to life, his own slowly down the same-- a tip slipped from inside his slit and grazed along the Krogan's digit, twitching and pulsing as it neared half-mast.

"I actually have 4," The Krogan seemed proud of that, his wide mouth stretching into an even wider grin. "The other two are still inside. Dad says they'll come out when I'm older."

"Woah, really?" The Turian's eyes widened at the thought and he instinctively pushed upwards between the Krogan's balls, fingers trailing over the outline of the muscle near the alien's taint before he felt two distinctive bumps on either side. The Krogan giggled a little and batted his hand away.

"That tickles." He complained, his eyes glancing down to the Turian's now fully hard member, his of a similar hardness. The Turian's cock was about as exotic as his own; little dots and bumps lined either side of the member and the head bore two distinctive fins, similar to his own. They were peculiar to look at, even though he had them himself.

"You're a little thicker than me, I think." The Turian surmised, standing a little closer with their cocks almost touched, mere inches away from one-another. He was right-- though their lengths were comparably similar, the girth was definitely different. Despite their measuring, the Krogan couldn't help but grasp his member and lightly stroke it, a tickle of pleasure running up his spine at the feeling. He didn't know why he was grasping and stroking it like this-- it was instinct to do so, and it felt good.

"What are you doing?" The Turian asked, reaching his own hand down to do the same to his own cock. As he stroked, a groan escaped his lips and he instinctively thrust into his own hand. It felt...good. His cock warmly throbbed in his hand as he dragged his fingers down, both sensitive yet eager for more. Each little tug and touch sparked a little stab of pleasure that travelled up his body and spread to every corner of his flesh, all the way to each digit and around his brain. It encouraged him to keep going.

"It just felt nice when I did it, so..." The Krogan trailed off, watching the Turian do the same, his own breathing hitching in his throat for a moment. "Does it feel good to you too?"

"Uh-huh." The Turian agreed, his brain feeling a little foggy as he became lost in the wonderful sensation that was his pleasure. The Krogan was the same, but he didn't have much to say about it. His movements were clumsy but his passion was there, each fervent yank and stroke making the head of his cock swell and his loins tingle.

"Mmh...It makes my skin tingle," The Turian spoke audibly, reaching out to place a hand on the Krogan's shoulder and steady himself. "My knees feel weak..."

"Let's sit down." The Krogan suggested, stomping across the room with his digitigrade feet and clambering up onto his bed. The Turian hesitated, glancing to his own, before he followed the Krogan and climbed up opposite him. The Krogan instinctively stretched his legs out and the Turian sat between them, lifting his legs up and over the Krogan's own so they could be closer together.

"It feels better when I'm near you," The Turian awkwardly explained. "Seeing you stroke your thing when I'm stroking mine..."

The Turian watched the Krogan's furious jerking movements as he sped up his own, following his instinct. That blissful feeling he felt throughout his entire body was growing more intense and, along with that, an unfamiliar and almost uncomfortable pressure was forming in the depths of his pelvis, in a place he couldn't reach. For the Krogan it was the same, and the sudden pressure made him only want to continue. Unlike the Turian, all he could do was grunt, spurred on by the pleasure and nothing more-- but the Turian was just as vocal as ever.

"Do you feel that too? The weird tightness, somewhere...I can't tell where." The alien mumbled, his breathing low and heavy. "It's getting heavier, but it feels better..."

The Krogan didn't reply. His little moans of delight had lapsed into grunts of passion as his hand wildly pumped his cock, careful to avoid the fins that flared and stuck out as he slid up, but was relentless in stroking downwards, where his movements were unhindered.

"Something's coming out of your thing..." The Turian watched, almost eagerly, as a trickle of translucent fluid seeped from the end of the Krogan's cock, trickling down the underside of his member as the Krogan's grunts grew heavier and heavier. The Turian stroked his own cock a little more, half-hoping that the fluid might come out the end of his member too, but he remained dry as a bone, and the pleasure only became more intense. In the end, he couldn't stop himself from moaning either, toes curling against the bedsheets.

Suddenly, the tight feeling inside of him loosened, and his body trembled with the sensation as the delightful feeling reached a peak, making him roll his head back and gasp. His skin felt like it was on fire and his mandibles clicked and chattered in response, his hips pushing up against his hand as his cock wildly twitched and throbbed, the head swelling slightly as his body screamed for him to continue. It seemed like the Krogan was feeling something similar, for he let out huff after huff, his wide lips parted as the fluid oozing from his cock became more like a trickling stream rather than just tiny droplets. 

That loose feeling inside the Turian's body loosened again and he gasped, holding his breath as an intense wave of joy and delight rushed over him like nothing he'd ever experienced before.

"S-Something's happening," The Turian gasped, his voice shaky. "I think something's coming out!! A-Aaahn...!" 

A moan of delight escaped past his mandibles, and from the end of his cock shot a thin spurt of off-white fluid, that travelled no more than a couple of inches before landing directly on his friend's pistoning hand. The Krogan, too, was nearing something wonderful and it became obvious how close he was from the way he leaned his head back and grunted like an animal, the wet, slick sounds of his masturbating hand bouncing around their tiny little room at space camp. The Turian watched with parted lips and clicking mandibles as his own cock continued to spurt and throb, eagerly shooting string after string with each turgid pulse. It almost felt never-ending as he splattered drip after drip onto his friend's hand and body, but the Krogan wasn't even paying attention, for he was right on the edge of something euphoric.

With a groan and a sudden relaxing of his muscles, the Krogan orgasmed for the first time in his life. Much like the Turian, the tension in his body left in an instant and everything focused down to his twitching member and the humming sensation of ecstasy that surged through his body and left him feeling giddy and happy-- but unlike his friend, his load was much more plentiful. If the Turian's orgasm could be referred to as 'thin strings', then the best description for the Krogan's climax was a firehose; thick, ample globs shot from his cock in fat, sticky ropes that shot up as far as the Turian's stomach and oozed down his body, viscous and wet. Every other spurt barely had the strength to go further than an inch or two and for the most part stained the sheets between them and trickled down the Krogan's hand, but the alternating throbs of delight were met with the Turian's surprise as they splattered across his front and his eagerly twitching member, or angled backwards to form dripping pools on the Krogan's chest.

All the Turian could do was gawk, already spent himself. He removed his hand from his own member which remained dutifully hard and twitching, and he stared in awe and wonder as the Krogan continued to cum, staining both himself and his hand over and over until it eventually died down, his nuts clutched up against his scaly body and his cock hanging half-limp, a thick globule of off-white cum dangling by the thinnest string of seed from the end of his member. The two sat there panting and the Krogan finally came to his senses, staring down at himself and grimacing at the mess he'd made.

"Did I do that...?" He mumbled, lifting his cum-covered hand and parting his digits to see the strings of sticky seed between them, making him briefly recoil. The Turian giggled and reached down, scooping up some of the cum with his own finger and admiring its viscosity, before bringing it to his mouth. The Krogan stared, wide-eyed, as the Turian licked his friend's cum from his digit.

"Ew, it's salty!" The Turian immediately recoiled and stuck out his tongue. Driven by curiosity, the Krogan tasted the seed on his fingers and had a similar reaction, trying to wipe off the cum from his fingers on his front and only making it worse.

"I made so much..." He grumbled, trying to wipe away the streaks of cum off his chest. He glanced to the Turian, whose member was still hard and throbbing, continuing to pulse and twitch despite the alien's orgasm fading. Neither of them had to talk at length about how the orgasm felt-- both of them knew it was too much to describe in words other than 'really good'.

"I wonder what it tastes like..." The Krogan muttered before he clasped his clean hand over his mouth, suddenly aware he said that out loud. The Turian stared at him for a moment before spreading his legs a little more, aware of what he was referring to.

"Do you want to try?" He awkwardly suggested, and the Krogan hesitated, unsure if he should. Yet, curiosity was a dangerous thing-- despite his reservations, he still wanted to know. He shifted in his seat, attempting to adjust the weight of his heavy carapace as he tucked his legs inward and shifting himself around. At the moment, he cared little for how much he was doing to dirty his sheets-- he pushed his legs behind himself and slid forwards on his chest, smearing cum across the bed as he settled his head between the Turian's legs. 

The two of them glanced at each other for barely half a breath, before he lowered his head. The Turian instinctively spread his legs as far apart as he could, until one of them was dangling off the edge of the bed and the other was near to the wall. The Krogan analysed the alien's cock, his eye-ridges furrowing as he took in its appearance. He realised a hand and trailed a finger across the strange bumps and toes along the sides of the Turian's cock before he curled his large two digits around the base. The member was still achingly hard and throbbing, despite the fact he was only touching a little. The tip was wedged and had a 'lip' to its base, along with those strange fins that had relaxed and flattened downwards along the length of the cock.

Tempted to know more, the Krogan parted his wide lips and leant forwards, closing his eyes as he touched his tongue to the tip. The cock against his tongue tasted salty and strange, but he pushed past the peculiar flavour of it and slid his mouth down, letting the cock slide along his tongue. The Turian above him moan his approval and the member in his mouth twitched with a greater ferocity, pulsing needily against his tongue.

"Oooh, it feels nice and warm...and soft..." The Turian vocalised his delight and leans back, propping himself up with a hand as he places the other atop the Krogan's head. The alien bows his mouth down a little further and tenses when he feels the Turian's cock nearing the back of his thick, wide throat. Not wanting to gag, the Krogan pulls back, grunting as the little fins on the Turian's member briefly snag and graze the roof of his mouth. Once he's pulled back enough, he pushes down again and the Turian gasps, resisting the urge to press his knees together and squeeze.

"That feels really good..." The Turian groaned his approval before curling his talons against his friend's head. "Stop for a moment."

At his command, the Krogan pushed down one last time, taking what he could into his mouth before pulling back completely.

"What's the matter?" He asked, wiping his mouth as the Turian sat up, eyes wide with curiosity and innocence.

"I want to taste yours too." He insisted. The Krogan smirked, before gesturing his friend to lay back on the bed. The Turian obliged and watched as the other alien clambered over him and turned, sliding his feet back towards the Turian's head, to the side. He scooted further and further down until he laid beside the Turian the other way around. Instinctively, the thinner Alien turned to face him and the Krogan leans forwards, face to face with the Turian's cock again as his own member sat mere inches from the other's face, slowly hardening before his eyes.

The Turian hesitated, but not for long. The Krogan didn't even hesitate to take the other alien's cock into his mouth again and so the Turian had a duty to be as diligent as well. He pushed his head forwards, parting his lips and subtly shifting his mandibles to the side as he stuck his tongue out and dragged it against the tip of the Krogan's cock. The member twitched and swelled in size from his action, quickly and needily pulsing to full hardness as he tasted its salty tip, still stained with wet cum. He pushed forwards as the Krogan cocked a leg up to steady himself, scooting his hips forward so that the Turian could take more. Inch by inch the cock slid into the thin alien's mouth, dragging across his tongue and prodding against the back of his throat. As the Turian pulled back, the Krogan's plentiful fleshy fins stick against his mouth, almost trapping it inside: each throb made that swell and stick out more, but they eventually relaxed somewhat enough for the Turian to pull back.

As the Turian suckled and tasted his friend's cock, his own loins ached for more. This was his first time receiving oral-- and it was the same for his friend-- so he had no real comparison to speak of, but the Krogan was making him feel really good, to the point where he couldn't restrain his moans from around the Krogan's cock. His friend was much the same, though he was instead growling and grunting, lightly pushing his hips against the Turian's face to try and get more out of him. The Turian did his best to respond but always pulled back when it neared the back of his mouth, which in turn caused the fins to snag along his tongue. In the end, he opted to keep it there and smear his tongue around, rather than trying to bob and suckle like the Krogan was-- either way, the Krogan seemed to be enjoying it, given the peculiar, almost flavourless liquid that came from the end of his cock.

It was hard to tell who'd finish first between the two of them, but it soon became clear as the Turian's squirms grew more and more laboured and his moans heavier. Try as he might to please the Krogan, it was becoming increasingly hard to concentrate when the feeling in his loins grew tighter. The wet sounds of their lewd oral sex grew more and more audible, but thankfully not enough for the other cadets in other rooms to hear them. As time went on, the feeling only got worse-- or rather better, considering the Turian's moans of delight and his curling toes.

Eventually, the sheer pleasure of it all hit him and his insides loosened. To the Krogan's surprise, the Turian abruptly climaxed in his mouth, shooting strings of cum all the way to the back of the alien's throat. The Krogan did his best to swallow and managed what he could before he pulled his head back, groaning out in half-surprise, half-delight as cum shot across his face and up towards his hard-scaled crest. His own hips, meanwhile, relentlessly thrust and humped against the Turian's mouth as the thinner alien's hands clutched to his hip, to keep himself steady and push those hips back if need be.

"It's coming again...!" The Krogan panted between his grunts, and the Turian closed his eyes, waiting for the taste. A thick rope of seed shot right into the back of his throat and he reacted as any 9-year-old would. He swallowed a small mouthful and then gagged as the rest came plummeting down his throat. He pulled back immediately despite the fins catching his tongue and gasped for air as the cock shot across his face. He had to shut his eyes to avoid the cum getting into them, and the plentiful load quickly oozed down and around his neck and onto the sheets between them as the Turian took in deep, shallow breaths, catching the odd string that shot towards his mouth by accident.

The Turian abruptly rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, his member pulsing weakly against his stomach, as the Krogan slowly sat up. He looked both bashful and guilty, cum still oozing from his member, but he ignored it for the time being.

"Are you okay?" He tentatively asked, and the Turian wiped his mouth, smiling awkwardly at his friend.

"Yeah," He assured him. "But we should maybe sleep...I think the instructor will be mad if we're tired tomorrow."

"I guess you're right," The Krogan grimaced, before he shifted in his seat, reaching down to waggle his member. "But...do you want to try again? I have something in mind."

"...Okay." The Turian grinned and sat up as the Krogan pulled him back, and the pair of them hid under the covers. Whether they ended up sleeping or no, no-one could say-- but that night was surely one to remember, for both of them.