Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2005 19:42:47 -0800 (PST)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: Knowledge, Chapter 1

	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.