Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2006 08:11:37 +0100
From: Nick Nostalgia <nostalgic@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Nightlands Encounter

Disclaimer: this is a fictional work containing refined, yet salacious
descriptions of erotic, sexual foreplay between a man (aged 24) and an
adolescent (aged 14). If such material offends, I can't begin to think why
you've got this far, but you may want to stop reading. A last warning: this
text contains references to canonical material from the Expanded Star Wars
Universe system. None of the characters, from the movie franchise, is
actually mentioned or included, for obvious reasons. However, if you are a
fan of Star Wars, you may find this a little bizarre.

copyright notice: ALL references to Star Wars and The Expanded Universe
system, are copyright George Lucas and his Lucasfilms/arts company. This
story can in no way be part of the Star Wars canon, and is not intended to
be; it holds no affiliation to George Lucas or his Lucasfilms/arts company.
It is not meant to bring disrepute into the Star wars fandom, but is meant
as a lighthearted erotic alternative for those who are interested.

Author: nostalgic@hotmail.co.uk

I would appreciate feedback, as this is my first submission in the Fantasy
section.

Introduction

Bronco was an eremite, a man living on the promontory of precarious life,
in constant vagrancy. He was in possession of an insane bent against the
criminal minded, which seemed to live a life of its own. Nar Shaddaa seemed
hardly the most logical choice for temporary accommodation, for he required
a stealthy approach for his most current dealings. The streets of that
envenomed ecumenopolis were like open wounds in the flesh of the planet
moon, infected with the bacteria of criminality. The hordes of filth that
lived on the lower streets, and on the high-rise walkways as well, were
both a distraction to his fiery state of mind, and an omnipresent threat of
great consternation.

He was dressed in an outfit that both complemented his mesomorph build, and
attracted the least amount of attention possible. A dull grey, elegantly
refined two-piece, with black matching boots and gloves. He was a tall man
with a long head and facial form, with straight, light brown hair; his face
displayed a soft, yet dangerous mien. His nose was pressed down a little,
keeping his face pleasant looking, and hardly accentuating the two
nostrils, which, otherwise, could have been an utter distraction. To put it
succinctly: he was a very attractive twenty-four-year-old man.

His dealings on the moon world were nothing more than petty intrigue among
minor thugs; he often would play criminals off against each other, if not
for his own amusement, then for whatsoever benefit it might bring. He was a
man floating dangerously close to the black hole that was the dark side of
the Force. His previous business had taken him to Ryloth, a planet of which
he was very fond. One side of the planet was permanently dark, while the
other constantly faced the sun; he liked the darkness, the anonymity among
countless Nightland ghettos.

He was able to procure the computer parts for which he had come to moon
world; thereupon, he sought secluded accommodation, and settled down for
the night. But his thoughts were now occupied with the memory of an
encounter with a stray Twi'lek, in the Nightlands. He had encouraged the
white skinned young male to spend some time with him, to keep him company
during the sojourn. The young male had been surprisingly beautiful.  Male
Twi'leks were not usually noted for their beauty, but the females were
coveted throughout the stars.  Bronco's tastes, however, were not exactly
run-of-the-mill.

In his mind, now, he relived the erstwhile encounter. There were the lekku,
the tentacles protruding from the boy's head. He found those very
exotic. He undressed the boy as he would, perhaps, any other; and he was
delighted to discover hardly any difference in the boy's attributes, in
comparison with those of a human boy. However, the young male's skin was
pearly white and completely hairless. He started to fondle the boy around
the perineum, which teased and excited the young Twi'lek. Thereafter, he
tickled the boy's testicles, which were encased in a smooth, leathery
pouch.

He was unsure of the Twi'lek's comparative age. All Twi'leks were hairless
throughout their lives, and it was difficult to gauge the level of
maturity; judging by the broad shoulders, and mesomorphic chest, this boy
was comparable to an adolescent human male of about fourteen years. Bronco
continued to fondle his playmate, now moving his fiery hands to the boy's
penis. The penis was quite unremarkable: it was about nine centimetres
long, with the foreskin rolled back, showing a pink cap. Bronco thought
about using his own saliva to lubricate the end of the penis. But the boy
seemed to have his own lubricating mechanism; it was apparent that the
glans was becoming quite slippery.

Bronco slowly masturbated the young boy. With each pass of his functioning
hand, he subjected the glans to immense friction. But the lubricant worked
to desensitize the process.  The effort of his labour, was converted into
effervescent electrical bursts in the boy's groin and abdomen. The squishy
sound of Bronco's hand moving over the boy's slimy penis, titillated
him. He caught a wisp of musk, the boy's own distinctive smell.  Bronco
inhaled deeply, as if enjoying a smoke on a tobacco pipe.

Now the boy started to rasp deep breaths. He writhed a little, then lifted
his legs up and spread his knees apart. With an audible squeeze the boy
spurted a great jet of semen, which was continuous, and which lasted for
two and a half seconds. But after a pause, another stream of semen burst
out from the chink, followed by another, shortly after. This was more semen
than Bronco had ever seen.

More to come