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Paradox! The Berossean obsession with rational functioning and the human appetite for infinite variety and sexual novelty collide.
Our boys, Jackson 25, Kyle 30, and Ben 40, have been captured by the superior alien Berossean race for the purposes of spunk extraction and as study specimens to assess the viability of Earthlings to be enslaved. Simple hetero fantasies wore out on the lads quickly. Now, even the full whack of homoeroticism is wearing thin. But the Berosseans need a constant supply of earth manjuice for whatever bizarre analysis they are concerned with. The three bulls (well, two anyway -- Ben could hardly be regarded as bullish, though certainly given to bullshit) still languish in the slave pen aboard the Berossean craft. Their new masters have had to come up with newer designs and delights to coax out their seed...
Kyle's eyes flicker open. He sees.....
"Fuck dude, that was a weird moment!" he exclaims. It was about the only thing that he could say. He has awoken to find himself on a bar stool beside his mate Jackson, surrounded by half empty beer glasses. He recognises the scene; he's back at the after-hours party in the London pub he a Jackson had found themselves in a few years back... How the fuck is this shit going down? Has he fallen into a time slip or something?...To his addled brain it didn't present itself as such an outlandish concept. I mean, just before he went unconscious he had been aboard an alien craft, presenting his 30year old chunky hetero butthole to Jackson while they and the `conservative' imp, Ben, were hooked up to cum milking devices by their manhoods...
"Yo, Kyle..are we.... didn't we just....wha,... Fuck dude! For a moment there I must have passed out. Had the most fucked up dream or vision or something..." Jackson was awake now too.
The boys looked each other in the eye... uncertain.. Each knew something seriously weird had happened.. They just weren't sure if the same weird shit had happened to both of them..? No.. best just go with the flow... they were back in this reality. Just two American jocks and a veritable vat of free cask ale in a closed dive bar in London with one or two very drunk local chicks draped across the furniture in various states of undress.
"More beer I think son!" called Kyle as refilled the pint glasses. As he was doing this, he noticed Jackson's pants seemed to be down and his meaty schlong on a raging boner. "hey, you're flying free man" he added.
"you too, my dude!" retorted Jackson pointing at Kyle's bare balled lad package.
This was strange, but not necessarily unprecedented. I mean, they were dude's dudes after all. They had occasionally fucked a babe in each others' company. Perhaps the flood of cask ale and the swooning chicks here could excuse this troublingly gayish scenario... but fuck, what is Ben doing here?!! And why is he butt naked on the bar counter posing like a lap-dancer?!!
More beer. Just....more beer...
The lads didn't even bother to reclothe their lower halves. They just laid into the beer. They even poured out a pint for Ben (another surreal occurrence!).
"Dude, I don't want to give you the wrong impression, but... did I ever tell you you had one fine motherfucking dick? I mean, I've been seeing it now and then for years.. but, jeez man, I'm envious!"- this was Kyle as he lay back against the counter, gazing at Jackson's exposed meat and beginning to very swiftly go full on hard himself.
"oh... thanks man!" replied Jackson "you know... wrong impressions and all that aside... did I ever tell you have a fucking great ass? I mean, totally based. Big, pert though soft. Just like the tits I like. I mean... can I get a closer look dude? Go on. Let's get a good"
Kyle shouldn't have responded the way he did now... but he did.
"Sure dude! You can do more than look if you want. Give it a feel"
Kyle turned and bent over his barstool, presenting his big chunky jock buns and butthole to Jackson.
Jackson was...em... more than fascinated.
"Yeah man! You got a great ass. You're 30, right? I mean, normally asses begin sagging at the big three-zero. But yours is in great shape. I'm just going to...em...I just wanna see how soft..."
Jackson didn't finish. He found himself caressing his mates arse cheeks with his face. The smell of masculine jock musk filled his nostrils. He....oh fuck!...he felt the irresistible urge to get his nose up into Kyle's boyhole.. not just his nose...he wanted to taste it.. badly..
"It's ok dude. I know. Go right ahead " came Kyle's voice in a curiously sensitive, sensual, intimate tone. He wanted Jackson's tongue in there. In fact, he wanted more than his tongue...
Meanwhile Ben was observing from the counter with rising excitement. He was seeing his younger, far sexier, former political sparring partners getting it on right in front of his diminutive naked ass. This was a fantasy of fantasies! He slipped his hand around his modest knob and began to work it. Would they let him get a whiff of their asses? Could he get his lips around their superior man tackles?...
Within minutes the scene had become one of copious beer consumption by all three guys, interspersed with wild bursts of homo exploration of each others bodies to the fullest degree, and subsequent, sublime ejaculations like none had ever experienced before.
Kyle could barely resist trying to shove the entirety of Ben's body up his jock-bussy.
Meanwhile, in a bit of role reversal, Jackson lay beneath Ben's legs as he was pumping Kyle, and savoured the taste of Ben's 40 year old hole. He positively luxuriated in it. Ben could have done anything --sat, fart , shit, on him -- and he would have endured it just to continue tonguing the bastard's crack.
They were streaming spunk like a tropical monsoon....
Then.... snap!
The scene suddenly dissolved about them.
They were back in their cage aboard the Berossean vessel, tubes attached to their dicks, and another one down their throats.
Apparently, their captors were now ensuring a good, healthy cum harvest by pumping the boys full of proteins..
With this arresting realisation, all three suddenly found their longing for `more beer' vanishing away....