Knowledge

By John Black

Published on Dec 13, 2005

Gay

Knowledge is power.

The entity had acquired a great deal of it, stopping at several planets in the Milky Way galaxy, and adding to his vast reservoir of data each time. However, now, he wondered, as he applied the newest techniques to folding space and time, if he weren't still lacking a key component.

Technologies were sterile. You could do much with them (including traveling many times faster than the archaic standard of the speed of light), but they were heartless, soulless, vacant of meaning.

Was there a purpose to all this? Gaining more knowledge was his primary function, his capacity for it approaching infinity. But, the more he gained, the emptier he felt. The last planet he'd visited had been eager to share their knowledge with him and to some extent, he with them. But, only that knowledge which he felt wouldn't harm them. Still, he didn't feel enriched.

In his purest form, he was energy, manifested as a pinpoint of light. At that level, he could travel exceptionally fast, flashing from one side of the Milky Way to the other in mere moments (as reckoned by most civilizations he'd encountered). Transportation was not his concern, destination was.

At his last stop, they'd mentioned a planet not far away which they'd been studying for many of their years (millennia, in fact). Although the studied planet was not technologically advanced, it was interesting to them. The self-aware denizens which inhabited this slightly backwards planet were a mix of emotions, thoughts, and actions (some violent). But, it was their capacity for compassion that they'd studied relentlessly. They didn't understand it, didn't understand how it seemed to be turned on and off by various inhabitants, even the same beings.

An interesting mix, he thought to himself. He'd not heard of a culture of such disharmony which managed not to kill itself off. This place needed investigating, he concluded.

Accessing the multi-dimensional files that his last stop had acquired in its centuries of observing this backwards planet, he flung himself into the void.

Emerging seconds later at the coordinates provided, he gazed down upon a blue jewel. Spotty cloud covers, weather systems, and vast oceans stared blankly back at him.

A beautiful world, he mused. Taking a few moments to more fully appreciate the watery gem, he paused. Do they even know what they have, he wondered. So many planets are so cold or so hot or so dry or so poisonous to life, yet this planet seemed to have it all. Other beings have done very well on less hospitable rocks, but they'd had more eons to evolve and reconcile themselves to their environment.

Deciding that he'd approach the planet at local dawn, he swooped down on a green area near the largest ocean. A city of modest size loomed up at him as he surveyed the landscape. Perhaps there, he said to himself, spying a domicile with a large transparent room in the rear.

Zipping through the glass room, he perused the plant life. Spectacular, he smiled, gazing upon blooming colorful orchids and ripening pineapple. The files had mentioned the connection that seemed to exist between the compassionate ones and the plant life they sought to keep about them. The being here must be a good steward and one of the compassionate ones, he concluded. Zipping noiselessly about the house, he searched for the resident. But, first he found the archaic computer. Smiling, he accessed the hard drive, skating over the discs, acquiring information on the owner.

Interesting, he grinned. A male lived here, of the bipedal species that ruled this planet, he concluded. More computer discs of another type were stacked neatly in a cabinet. He read those, getting more complete data on the planet and the "people" (as they called themselves). Moving from room to room, more information presented itself about the man in residence. Finally, he found the bedroom in the back where the man slept peacefully.

Handsome and tall by this planet's standards, he decided; some Negroid ancestry, too; an interesting mix that wasn't displeasing to his alien senses. He'll probably be stirring soon, so I need to decide how to approach him. Glancing at the night stand, he saw three picture magazines: one was pictures of dark men mating, the second was other men mating (but with text), and the third was like the first (but more graphic).

Excellent, he exulted. The best way to understand a culture is how they treat their minorities. In this case, he'd struck platinum: a double minority. On other planets, the life-forms mated for life with their own sex, spending time and energy to procreate with the other sex or sexes only when needed to replace population lost through death due to accident or old age. Disease was unheard of on those planets.

Sampling the man's DNA from a hairbrush (containing uprooted follicles), he created another man of similar dimensions, coloring, and hopefully, disposition. He returned to the bedroom and touched the forehead of the sleeping man, giving him a sense of calm when he awoke and accessing his thoughts about how he'd react to a strange person in his house. The man was genuinely conflicted about that, he found. The entity would have to think of some way to make the introduction easy for both of them.

He slid into bed beside the man. The king-size bed easily accommodated both of them. Propping his head up on his muscular, dark arm, he watched the man sleep. Touching the man's forehead again, he gave him a memory of picking him up last night at the gym and taking him home. They'd had dinner, drinks (far too many), and the man had passed out. To make it more believable, the alien gave him a headache (not too severe, but noticeable, nonetheless). The man groaned.

"Good morning," the alien smiled at his new acquaintance. "I hope you don't mind that I put you to bed and stayed with you."

"Uh, no, not at all," the man responded. "What time is it, anyway?" He rose slightly and looked at the clock, answering his own question. Instantly, he grabbed his head and moaned again. "Fuck! How much did I drink?" Seeing no reason to answer the question, the alien remained silent. The man opened his eyes again and checked out the man lying next to him. "Thanks for seeing to me. I usually don't get carried away like that. I'm sorry. We didn't get anywhere last night, did we?"

The alien only smiled. "Not in your condition," he grinned. "Although we did enjoy each other's company," he added. "Would you like something for that headache?"

"Yeah, but, I'll get it," the man groaned. "You'd never find it in the bathroom. Just a few aspirin and I'll be better soon," he muttered slowly getting out of bed. The alien stared at the man's backside, admiring the muscles of his back, butt, and sturdy legs.

"Perhaps, you're just tense," the alien offered, pursuing him into the bathroom. "Would you like a massage about your shoulders and neck?" The man tossed his head back, swallowed four pills and a small glass of water. "Couldn't hurt," the sleepy, dark man smiled encouragingly.

The earthman paused a moment, drinking in the beautiful body in front of him, the pendulous dick and heavy nuts. Why did I drink so much last night, he thought. This guy's so hot! I don't even remember what we negotiated for who was gonna do what to whom. Fuck, I can't even remember his name!

"You have me at a disadvantage, Friend," the man smiled. "I think the alcohol washed away any memory of your name." The alien caught himself before he could grimace, but chastised himself for not planting that information in the man's head when he gave him the headache.

"Uh, Dewayne," he smiled back. "And you're John, right?" John grinned back at him.

"Guilty."

"Let's get you into the bedroom and give you that massage you need," Dewayne suggested again. He turned and led the way back. John checked out Dewayne's ass. Damn! I'm swearing off drink forever, he promised to himself. That ass is SO fine: high, tight, round, and muscular. I could spend hours just eatin' it! Dewayne turned and beckoned him on to the bed. John could have sworn that Dewayne's dick looked bigger. I sure hope it gets even bigger, he said to himself. I haven't been fucked by a big dick in months! "On your stomach, John," Dewayne directed.

John could feel his own dick begin to stir. I hope this is leading where I think it is, he smiled inwardly. Dewayne straddled John's waist, placing his big hands on John's heavy deltoids and massaging upward toward his trapezoids. He worked John's neck muscles and touched his skull, pulling the headache back out. John sighed contentedly.

"You're very good at this," John said over his shoulder. "I can feel the headache disappearing already." He looked down the long, tight, muscled torso of his new friend and glanced at the black dick. Yeah, that big thing is definitely getting bigger.

Dewayne noticed, too. Am I becoming aroused by this man, he wondered as he looked down to where John was staring. He smiled back at John. "Glad I could help out," he smiled and inched down John's back, over his high, hard ass, and settled on his thick thighs. Leaning forward, Dewayne continued his massage of John's back, going lower with each pass. He was sure that he felt John's ass lift up when his hands reached John's glutes. Dewayne's dick had risen to fully hard, already leaking precum.

This is a new sensation, the alien mused. I'm becoming sexually aroused by this man. I hope when I made this body, I didn't overdo it. But, some of those pictures I saw would indicate that I probably got it right, he added cautiously. He leaned forward again, and his large dick skidded up the deep ass trench beneath him, depositing a thin trail of wet dick dew up to John's tailbone.

"You wanna fuck me, don't ya," John suggested matter-of-factly.

"I, uh...."

"Or did we negotiate that I was gonna fuck you, last night before I passed out?" John smiled hugely over his shoulder, turning slightly.

"Well, uh...."

John's face took on a look of concern. "This is all new to you, isn't it?" he asked. Dewayne stared blankly. "Well, there was something going on last night, or you wouldn't have followed me home and gone to bed with me (drunk though I may have been at the time)."

"Is it that obvious?" Dewayne sighed. To find out the most about this culture, he'd not lead, but follow. Male to male sex was something with which he was familiar in the abstract, but had never taken a male form before with the intent of having sex with another male. However, from the reaction of the big, black dick between his legs, resting (more like throbbing) on John's hard butt cheeks, he had to assume that when he formed this body, he'd kept the gene to make it attracted to other men.

"No, Dewayne, it isn't obvious," John assured him. "But, I don't want to force you to do anything that you don't want to do."

"I think my stiff dick speaks volumes to that point," Dewayne smiled down at him.

"Flip over on to your back next to me and I'll show you some elementary things that men can do for men that women would never be able to accomplish," the man said, patting the big bed beside him. Dewayne complied. Instantly, John moved over him, licking at one erect nipple then the other. One hand found the big, alien dick and stroked it gently. Dewayne purred with pleasure.

"I had no idea it could be this good," the alien allowed. He almost asked if what they were doing was fucking, but he thought he'd better not demonstrate his ignorance. Quickly accessing memories, he figured out that fucking was definitely not this.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," John chortled. His mouth moved from the alien body's nipples and kissed down his rock hard abs. He directed the oversized dick to his mouth and swallowed the head and half the shaft between his lips, sucking hard, lashing his tongue around the head, lapping up the precum that had drooled.

"Oh, DAMN!" Dewayne moaned. "Oh, oh!" he bellowed and sprayed the eager mouth and throat of his benefactor. John sucked greedily, savoring every shot of creamy jizz his new trick exploded into his mouth. Dewayne's hands pushed the man's head down harder, going for maximum pleasure, never aware that such joy could be had by completing a sex act.

Nursing the hard dick gently, John eventually pulled off and sat back on his haunches. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and pronounced Dewayne's cum, "Delicious!"

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, uh, cum in your mouth so fast," he said furiously searching for the right words. "That was incredible!"

"Glad you liked it," John grinned. "There's a lot more where that came from," he added. He stroked the big, black dick, and marveled at how hard it still was after such a big climax and load.

"Would it be alright with you if I sucked your dick, too?" Dewayne asked tentatively, not sure what the protocols were in this situation.

"Yeah, but I'll warn you when I'm ready to cum." Dewayne looked perplexed. "That way you can decide if you want to swallow my load or not," John explained.

"Oh," Dewayne countered. "Okay. Well, if you sucked me off and swallowed my load, it seems only fair that I should do the same for you."

"That's the spirit!" John grinned. "Assume the same position with me on the bottom like you were." Dewayne nodded his agreement and they switched. Quickly checking through the data he'd acquired, he knew how to suck dick. But, knowledge wasn't the same as doing. Tentatively, he licked the precum from the tip of John's dick. Immediately, he noticed the difference in color and thickness from his own dick, and especially, the taste of precum. He decided he liked that! Opening his throat as the magazine had suggested, Dewayne stuffed John's dick inside, his thick lips munching on John's pubic hair within seconds. He worked his throat muscles like an expert.

"Fuck, Man! You're a natural," John moaned. Dewayne beamed at the compliment. This isn't so difficult, he decided. However, he couldn't breathe!

"Whoa!" Dewayne paused. "How can you suck dick and breathe at the same time?"

"You can't," John laughed. "You have to pace yourself. Suck for a few seconds, then, pull back, take a deep breath and go back at it."

Dewayne shrugged. It seemed simple enough. Back at it he went, enjoying the taste of the precum each time he pulled his mouth off, leaving only the big head of John's dick between his lips.

"Turn around, Dewayne," John asked, "so I can suck you again while you suck on me." Again, Dewayne complied. With John's hot mouth on his hard dick again, Dewayne had a renewed reason to suck harder on the dick in his mouth. John was extremely accomplished, and Dewayne had a hair trigger for cumming. The harder he sucked and ate the big dark dick in his mouth, the more he could sense that wonderful feeling approaching again. I must hold back, he repeated over and over to himself. I can't let him get my load again so soon. He'll think I'm a freak!

At that moment, John spit out Dewayne's dick to announce that he was very close to blowing his load. Dewayne went down again, sucking mightily, but at the last second, decided that having John's dick fire a load down his throat wasn't a good idea. He wanted to taste the man's cum, not just drink it. It was only fair, he reminded himself.

The floodgates burst open and John blasted string after creamy string of cum into Dewayne's mouth. Dewayne's lips and tongue worked hard to pressure John's dickhead, finally figuring out that's where the nerve bundles were that triggered the most pleasure. Dewayne swallowed once and more jets of cum sprayed from John's overheated dick.

In a flurry, his own dick fired again, whitewashing John's mouth once more. Moans and grunts of intense pleasure rocked both muscle men. They continued nursing each other's dicks, hoping to coax at least one more drop of creamy sperm from the tubesteak in each other's mouths. Eventually, John ejected the dick from his mouth and licked at DeWayne's heavy nuts. DeWayne followed suit. Seeing an opportunity to get his salad tossed, John, licked higher, spreading DeWayne's ass with his big hands and kissing the tight, clean pucker of DeWayne's back door.

DeWayne jumped at the sensation, but quickly settled down and relaxed his ass muscles again. Emboldened, John slurped and licked, drilled and lapped at DeWayne's dark sphincter. His partner moaned and wiggled his ass, sitting on John's mouth, begging to be deeply rimmed. Although DeWayne was new at ass munching, he quickly copied John's actions, giving John exactly what he'd hoped for.

John had taken to tossing salad the first time his high school friend had done it to him and he'd done it back to his friend. As the years passed, John became more and more accomplished at it, and much hungrier for increased frequency. By this time in his life, he'd developed a taste for riper ass (but still couldn't do a shitty hole), loving the smell and taste of a hot muscle hole before he mounted and seeded it.

As much as he loved to fuck hot ass, John always wanted to eat it first. He'd even had a few sessions of felching that he'd loved. But, most men weren't into barebacking, so that activity was seldom practiced.

"I wanna fuck your hot ass, DeWayne," John finally admitted after nearly ten minutes of mutual salad tossing.

"Will it hurt very much?" DeWayne quavered, remembering some of the stories that he'd scanned.

"I'll be very gentle with you," John smiled tenderly. "If it starts to hurt, we'll stop," he added reassuringly.

"What do I do?" DeWayne asked.

"Do you have any fantasies about positions you'd like to try?" DeWayne shook his head. "Well, considering this is your first time, I think you should sit on it. You can control how fast and how far I go up inside you that way. After you get comfortable with that, we'll try some other ones," John suggested.

"Like the ones in your magazines?" DeWayne wondered.

"Yeah, sure," John agreed. "But, we gotta get beyond the initial entry first."

"Okay."

"I love to fuck without lube, just a good rim first. But as this is your first time, we'll add a generous amount of lube to ease into your first fuck," John said. He greased up his hard dick and applied a goodly amount to DeWayne's tight pucker, sliding more inside with one, then, two fingers. DeWayne was enjoying the finger massage a little too much from the way his dick was bouncing and dripping precum, John decided. He might cum again before I even get my dick up his hot ass.

DeWayne positioned himself over the upright organ and slowly squatted over it. "Now, relax as much as you can," John counseled. "It may sting at first," he warned. "But, if it does, just pull away and let your tight manhole stop tingling, then, try again. We have all day if we need it." DeWayne nodded. "Just try to get the head in first, not all of it at once," John cautioned.

With a firm grip on John's nearly 10" dick, DeWayne aimed it at his ass. He told himself to relax, then, sat on it as directed. The big dickhead slid in with DeWayne's ass lips clamping tightly behind it. He felt it swell inside him, but a wave of pain forced him to pull away. "Damn!" DeWayne howled. "That stings like a hard pinch!"

"Just relax," John directed. "It'll dissipate quickly." And it did. "The next time will be much easier," he promised.

Once more, DeWayne tried to swallow the monstrous dick with his cherry ass. But, his sphincter wasn't eager to comply. The first entry stung badly and he didn't want to get hurt again. But, mind over matter, DeWayne told himself. Just do it! Perhaps, if you took it slower, that could help, he told himself.

"Yeah, that's more like it," John purred. "Nice and easy, take it slowly." It was easier, MUCH easier. John reached up and played with DeWayne's nipples, distracting his playmate as well as heightening DeWayne's sexual quotient.

"Oh, Baby! This feels good!" DeWayne smiled down at John. He wiggled his butt and more hard dick disappeared up his virginal ass. "Does it feel as good being the one fucking?"

"Oh, yeah! Very good," John agreed. "If you like to really work it, you get two guys with you: one for you to fuck while the other one fucks you. But, the few times I've done it, I came way too fast. It gets me too hot!" John moaned pleasurably. "Just like now," he groaned. "Your ass is so sweet, Baby! I'm gonna cum soon."

"We have time today for more fucking?" DeWayne asked.

"Sure."

"Good! Then, fuck me good, John. I wanna make you cum in my ass."

"Did we already discuss HIV status?" John asked.

Flashing through his data, DeWayne knew there wasn't a problem, so he answered, "Yes."

"And you're still okay with barebacking?"

"Shouldn't I be?"

"Well, yeah, but you don't know that for sure," John pointed out. "I could be blowin' smoke up your skirt." Another euphemism that DeWayne had to figure out, but eventually did.

"You aren't," DeWayne said matter-of-factly. "I'd know."

By then, DeWayne had buried John's dick completely up his ass, chewing on the thick phallus with his ass muscles. He rotated his butt, stirring the big dick inside himself, striking his hard prostate repeatedly. John held DeWayne's hips down for a few moments, thrusting up and pulling back in a delicious motion. This was going to be a fast fuck, unfortunately, John knew. A butt this tight and hungry needed to be seeded and filled. After this fuck, he should be able to hold on longer and give DeWayne the ride that he deserves in many more positions.

But, right now, there was no way he'd be able to hold back. His big, heavy bull nuts were boiling. DeWayne's hard, thick dick stared at him with its black, dripping eye, bouncing on his abs, leaving a wet puddle as it slapped against him with each deep penetration up DeWayne's ass.

"Last chance for a pull out!" John warned. DeWayne leaned in and kissed John hotly, twisting his nipples, and sucking hard with his ass muscles to suck out John's building climax load. "Ah, FUCK!" John roared, bucking hard and deeply upwards. DeWayne's ass muscles sucked hungrily at the spraying, dark fire hose. He could feel the jets of sperm painting the walls of his ass tunnel, the big head swelling bigger with each climax wave.

The alien was shocked at the sheer volume of DNA strands coursing up his ass. Millions and millions of new humans could be created. How they had managed not to overpopulate their planet within only a few decades, he wondered. Other beings that exchanged DNA and didn't reproduce with other methods such as cloning and asexual reproduction would use the entire DNA provided, making millions of copies. Perhaps, beings on this planet had a high mortality rate or most progeny died. Maybe, they stored them for later use, he mused. He didn't consider the possibility that the female generally produced one DNA bundle to be fertilized, not millions like the male did. That seemed so inefficient.

However, it made no difference in this case. Both of them were male and couldn't become pregnant by each other.

DeWayne touched John's head briefly to feel the climax that John was having. Once more, he'd have blown out all his circuits if he were one of those hybrids he'd encountered eons ago. Pleasure so intense was nearly unbearable. Even after John's dick had finished firing creamy streams of cum, he enjoyed considerable pleasure. It must be the continued dripping of cum that I can feel, DeWayne wrongly concluded.

Eventually, John's hard dick became flaccid and it slipped out of his fuck partner's lubed and flooded ass.

"Best fuck I've ever had," John sighed, slowing his thrusts (even though his dick had slipped out of DeWayne's ass). "Where'd you learn how to do that wonderful thing with your ass muscles?"

"Uh, I read a lot?" Dewayne offered. John roared with laughter. It wasn't the reaction the alien expected.

John grabbed Dewayne's hard dick. "Doesn't this big thing go soft?" Dewayne felt for John's dick and determined that it had deflated quite a bit, but his own massive horsedick was still hard as it was when they'd first connected.

"It's always had a mind of its own," he suggested weakly.

"And it's a beautiful mind," John agreed. "You're even bigger than I am, and I'm almost 10"."

"Is that big?" Dewayne blurted out before he could stop himself.

"Yeah, Man. But, certainly not unheard of in bigger men like us." John paused to collect his thoughts. "You've never seen another guy hard before?"

"Uh, well, besides me, no," Dewayne admitted. "I thought everyone was about my size, give or take."

"A few bigger, most smaller," John allowed. "But, you'll find that out yourself with more `research'," he smirked. Dewayne stared blankly, not comprehending the play on words. "Damn, Man! You're a virgin!" he laughed.

Dewayne bristled. "I'm not that bad, am I?" he whispered, more to himself than to John, not quite understanding the "virgin" reference.

"Oh, sorry!" John soothed. "I meant that in the best possible way. I suppose I should have said inexperienced instead. But, you're hella hot; I can't believe someone hasn't already snapped you up. What about women?"

"Uh, well...," DeWayne stammered.

"A total virgin?" John blurted out incredulously. "Never had sex before now?"

The alien wondered what his response should be. He'd had sexual encounters with many beings, but none that "fried his circuits" (as a hybrid being from the Andromeda galaxy had said) like this man had. If he admitted to any other sex, the man might press him about details of those experiences, and he didn't want to have to explain the nature of those matings. Even the alien thought a few of those were a little odd.

Finally, DeWayne shook his head to the negative. John smiled. "We all have to have a first one. I'm glad it was with me," he smiled.

"So am I," DeWayne grinned, happy that John wasn't pressing the issue.

With his hand still gripping DeWayne's hard phallus, John again wondered, "Don't this thing get soft?" He smiled up at Dewayne. "Or do I turn you on that much?" he grinned leaning in and kissing DeWayne's leaking dickhead.

DeWayne pulled away and flipped John over. His 11" dick dripped steadily into John's ass trench. He pushed the head between John's muscled buns, searching lazily for John's back entrance. John reached back and spread his own ass globes. "Go slow, Man," he whispered. "It's been a while since I got fucked, and a long time since I took anything that big up my ass."

"Do you want lube?" DeWayne asked solicitously.

John smiled over his left shoulder. "Well, you could always toss my salad. That's usually good enough to get it lubed up for a plowing," he grinned hugely. The alien instantly accessed his enormous knowledge base, finding and discarding several definitions from other worlds. Then, he checked phrase usages for this planet until he found the one that seemed correct.

He smiled back at John. "You really love that ass chewing don't you?" he answered.

John gave him a quirky smile. "Not exactly the right words, but close enough," he said.

"What should I have said?"

"Well, more accurately, salad tossing is ass eating, ass licking, ass sucking, butt munching, and so forth," John corrected. "But, ass chewing could be good, too, if done right. And you certainly know how!"

Again, the alien checked his data. Ass chewing could also mean being yelled at, he found. That's probably why it wouldn't be correct in this context. He let it slide, not wanting to appear pedantic when he should be tossing John's salad. There'd be time later for discussion.

DeWayne moved down John's legs, giving himself room to bend over and slide his tongue up John's ass. Once more, John spread his ass cheeks with his big hands and let his new friend work over his hungry asshole. This guy was GOOD, John concluded, despite his professed novice status. John felt DeWayne's tongue prying open his yielding ass bud and licking the inside of his tunnel. A little more spit up there and DeWayne would be riding him to a monstrous climax.

"Give it to me, Man!" John commanded. "I need that horsedick buried deep. But, take it slowly at first," he hastily added. "That's a whopper you got there." Ignoring the strange term, DeWayne moved quickly into position and pushed his precum dripping black dickhead against John's wet pucker. John's ass raised eagerly, the ass lips snapping hungrily at the wet, dark spike. The thick head rocketed inside and John's ass clamped tight around it.

"Damn! That feels good!" DeWayne hissed. "You'll make me cum before I want to." John grinned to himself and pushed back harder into the invader. DeWayne fell forward across John's back, slamming four more inches of thick fire hose up John's stretched ass.

"Fuck! Yeah!" John exulted. "Give it all to me," he crooned. DeWayne pressed his hips forward, marveling at the pleasurable sensations. He could feel his dick jerk and throb inside the velvety tunnel. Trying again to regain control, DeWayne positioned himself on his knees, grabbed John by the hips, and impaled John's ass completely. "Gawd, yes!" John exploded. "Use that ass!"

Recalling the pictures in the magazine, DeWayne pulled out about nine inches of dick, leaving only the head inside. John's ass lips were chewing on the bloated head of DeWayne's obsidian fuck pole. He pushed forward again. John met the thrust with his spread ass cheeks, greedily swallowing all of the thick eleven inches offered.

Unsure of the proper speed for his in-and-out action, DeWayne kept the pace as leisurely as he could. He hoped to keep himself from cumming right away, and at the same time give John as much pleasure as he could. His muscles bulged as he held on to John's hips, forcing himself deeper, then, withdrawing. He heard John's dick slapping against his own abs, stiff again.

In a flash of inspiration, he remembered that the male prostate was only a couple of inches inside a man's asshole. Instead of forcing his big dick all the way in, he decided to short-fuck John. John howled with delight.

But, that created another problem for DeWayne. John's ass tunnel was particularly tight and muscular at the entrance to his love channel. John's ass muscles mercilessly chewed and sucked on the large, sensitive dickhead that DeWayne fucked with. He'd be cumming soon if he didn't change his ways.

The next stroke went all the way in and bottomed the thick 11". DeWayne hung there, feeling his dick jerk hard and leak more precum.

"Fuck, Man!" John exclaimed. "I nearly shot my load again when you short-dicked me. I've never been fucked so well!"

"I had to stop," DeWayne explained. "I didn't want to cum yet."

"Cum in my ass anytime you want to, DeWayne. I wanna feel that big load juice up my mancunt," John assured him.

"You sure you wanna cum already, again?"

"Yeah! Make me cum when you do. You were doing it so well that I was about to cum without even touching my dick."

"I'm sure ready," DeWayne signed. "I'm so hot for your ass, John." He pulled out nearly all the way, then, and returned to his short fucking strategy. He picked up the pace and slid deeper than last time. He thought the big head of his dick would hit John's prostate more frequently if he went deeper and faster, striking John's joy button on the way in and the way out.

He was so right.

Less then 30 seconds later, John was bellowing out another climax, soaking the sheets beneath him with another series of creamy sprays of sperm, never touching his dick.

The additional heavy chewing of John's climax on his dickhead forced DeWayne to breach his wall of reluctance and spray another big load. This time, it felt even better than having John's mouth sucking him off. Ass fucking was awesome! His precum had lubed up John's deep canyon well, but the showers of creamy sperm coated John's chute in the best lube there could be. Without thought, DeWayne power-fucked John's ass in long, deep strokes. The waves of shattering pleasure rolled over him like galactic energy waves, blasting him with sheer bliss. Each time his dick fired, he flopped uncontrollably on John's back, ramming mercilessly up John's ass, wanting to breed him until John was full of DeWayne's cum. None of his other muscles seemed to be under his control. However, his hips and dick jerked and rammed in unison.

With some control restored, DeWayne slowly pulled out of John's well-fucked ass and rolled to the side. John instantly straddled DeWayne's body, impaling himself again. His mouth moved down to touch DeWayne's full lips. The alien closed his eyes as he'd seen John do it and puckered up. The kiss was warm, gentle, caring. His stomach fluttered and his dick surged again in John's hard ass. John pushed the kiss more ardently, slipping his tongue between the delicious lips of his bedmate. John's hands moved over the hard chest of his new friend and tweaked one erect nipple, then, the other. DeWayne moaned into the kiss, pulling John's face harder into his own.

DeWayne could feel the wet cylinder of John's dick sliding along DeWayne's abs, and the sticky contact of his own dick within John's muscular, fucked ass. DeWayne's hips involuntarily thrust upwards, unconsciously trying to deeply impale John's ass on his dark horsedick, again. DeWayne wanted to feel another shattering climax, knowing from scanning John's computer and magazines that fucking was supposed to be the best kind of sex. So far, the computer and magazine were correct, deliciously so.

John grinned down at him. "You think you got another load in you for my ass?" DeWayne nodded. "Damn! What a MAN!" John laughed. "Do it, Baby. Fuck me until I'm so full of your jizz that I can't move without leaking your cum."

So, DeWayne did. For the next 30 minutes, John took load after load in every position he could think of. But, finally, his ass was raw from the friction from that monster dick and he called for a short recess. "I've never met a man who could fuck and cum as much as you can, DeWayne. How can it be that you haven't been sharing all this talent and cum with anyone else?" Dewayne shrugged. "You're way oversexed!" Dewayne frowned. "But, that's a good thing, DeWayne. I love it! It's just that I can't take that much ass pounding without a break. My butt gets sore!"

"Oh," DeWayne said. "I hadn't thought of that. It just feels so good to cum inside your ass."

"Yeah, bareback is pretty great," John agreed. "But, you can't just fuck with anyone. You gotta know who the man who'll spray paint your ass tunnel with his loads. You never know if he has the bug or not."

"I'll know," DeWayne said with finality.

"How?"

"Well," DeWayne thought fast, "I'll just know." He shouldn't have said he'd know with such fervor. There was no way he was going to explain how he knew without revealing his true identity. This planet wasn't ready yet for extraterrestrial contact, according to the beings on the last planet he'd visited.

"You can't tell by just looking at them," John pressed. "I know a bodybuilder at the gym who is positive. You'd never know that by looking at his hot body."

"How do you know, John?"

"Because, he told me."

"Oh. I meant, how do you know that I'm not also positive."

"Well, I don't know for sure, but as a virgin, your chances for that kind of exposure are nearly zero. You haven't had any blood transfusions, have you?" John asked with a slightly worried voice.

"No."

"There. Fresh as a daisy. That's why we can bareback each other. But, getting tested would still be the best way to insure that," he concluded.

"Ready to fuck, again?" DeWayne asked, completely changing the subject.

John laughed. "I don't know if my ass will ever recover. You're a major stud, Man! But, I'm sure willing to risk it. However, I think I'm ready for your ass again, instead."

"Okay. How about you fuck me like I fucked you, and make me cum without touching my dick?"

"I'd love to do that, but I hate to waste your cum in the sheets," John agreed.

"Can I cum like that if I'm on my back? That way, you could lick it off my stomach after I cum and you've shot another load up my ass"

"I'm sure willing to try."

Stay tuned for Chapter 2. Constructive criticism to blackhunk33@yahoo.com.

Next: Chapter 2


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