From: millamber@email.msn.com (The Master)
Subject: Story: Alien Encounter (M/M?)
Date: Sat, 21 Mar 1998 06:34:04 GMT
Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com
ALIEN ENCOUNTER by The Master (Millamber@msn.com)
It was a Sunday night that found me driving toward home
on old country roads through wooded hills. I was returning from a
weekend at a friend's cabin. A bunch of us had decided to meet for
the weekend. It was that kind of time that you don't want to end
and we all had hung around until the last minuet; trying to make it
last that much longer. As it was, I hadn't left until it was almost
dark. It was about midnight when I realized I wouldn't be able to
continue driving long enough to make it home, so I decided to stop
at the next Inn I could find. I didn't have to wait long. I must have
been making better time than I thought, for I reached the one town
that I remembered on the way far sooner than I thought I possible
. It was a very small town and, if not for the fact that people
liked to vacation in these hills, wasn't likely to have an Inn. As it
was, there was just one. The "Motel" wasn't the cleanest looking
place but I was too tired to care. Likewise, I was too tired to
worry about waking the proprietors. I asked for a room, signed the
register, and accepted the key without much thought at all. I was
so tired by that point that I don't even recall the proprietor. The
Motel was one of those that spread out in an "L" shape, with all
the rooms accessible from the great outdoors. I forced myself to
find my room and opened the door without much trouble from the
key. I didn't bother to bring anything in, I just laid down on the
bed and fell asleep.
I awoke at four o'clock that morning. I remember the time
because there was a rather huge digital clock on the bed-side table.
I lay there a little while trying to figure out what had awoken me. I
had an odd feeling that I had missed something. A sound maybe. I
gave up on it a decided to take a shower so that I could relax and
return to sleep. I was still fully dressed, not having bothered to
remove my clothing before laying down. My things were still in my
car, so I felt around on the bed for the room key, found it, and
headed outside to my car.
It was foggy. Very foggy! I had no idea where my car was
in relation to the doorway; in which I still stood. I cursed myself
for my lack of attention and decided to shut the door. There was
no way I was going to spend the time it would take to feel around
the parking lot for my car and I doubted that I'd be able to find the
room again. I could still take a shower. I wasn't opposed to
sleeping nude.
I let the water run and shut the door to the bathroom while I
undressed in the other room. The mirror was steamed up and the
small bathroom was nice and warm when I entered. Just what I had
wanted. I adjusted the hot water to a tolerable level and stepped
into the shower. It was one of those showers/baths with only a
curtain to hold in the heat. Fortunately there was no cold air left in
the bathroom. I stood under the water, enjoying the feel of it
running down my body as I attempted to unwrap one of the tiny
bars of soap. I could feel a wave of relaxation follow the water
down my body. I hadn't realized that I was so tense. It had
something to do with the way I woke up and the fog hadn't helped.
Once more I thought on what had awoken me and I still couldn't
come up with an answer. That didn't last long, the hot water
washed the annoying thoughts away.
I had soaped over half my body and was just contemplating
jacking off, mostly to help me sleep, when it happened again. That
thing that woke me up! It wasn't a sound. It was a feeling. I
suddenly stood stock-still. I strained to listen for something that
would confirm or, better yet, disprove what I was feeling. If you
truly can feel that you're being watched, then this was feeling like
you're being studied with malevolence. It felt like forever, but was
probably only a minuet or so, before I rallied myself to take a look.
As I reached for the edge of the curtain, a small wave of cold air
washed over me. The door was open! I stopped for a second and
grabbed one of the small bottles of complimentary shampoo. The
tiny shampoo bottle wasn't likely to help me much but I had
decided it was best to surprise this intruder and it was better than
the bar of soap. I gripped the bottle like a weapon and jerked the
curtain open. Hoping most of all that I was just imagining things.
I wasn't! What I saw when I opened the curtain rocked me.
I was dumbfounded! There wasn't much time to take it all in
before I fainted dead-away; which is something I had never done
before. The only thing that really registered in my mind was that
this thing I was seeing was in no way human!
I recall the fog of semi-consciousness and beginning to
struggle to awake. There was a sharp pain in my neck after which I
stopped my mental struggle and just floated in the fog of my mind.
I seem to recall movement after that. A vague recollection of being
moved; carried maybe. I must have fallen into true sleep after that
for I remember nothing more until I woke up.
The first thing I saw when I awoke was myself. It was a
reflection but it wasn't a mirror. My own sense of balance told me
that I was looking upward, so I assumed it was the ceiling. The
surface of this ceiling was silver in color and very highly polished,
for I could see myself quite clearly. I panicked! It took me a while
to swallow the panic down enough to try and figure out what was
going on. About the time I calmed down, I remembered what had
happened in my Motel bathroom and I began to panic again. How
long this went on, I don't know. It could have been a few minuets
or a few hours, but I finally got ahold of myself. I began to
examine my reflection. To absorb myself in the examination itself.
It must have worked for panic began to rise with each new
discovery but I was able to control it. I was still quite naked and I
was on some sort of table. The table was slanted so that my head
looked to be about two feet or more above my feet and it was a dull
silver. I couldn't see the table between my legs but I could feel it
below them. The table was no more wider than me. I was strapped
down with some sort of black material. There were straps around
my ankles, thighs, and waist. There were also two straps that
began behind my shoulders and criss-crossed down over my chest
to terminate at my sides. My arms were out from my side about
six inches at the elbow. My elbows were bent so that my arms
were at ninety degree angles straight out from my body. They too
were strapped at my biceps, wrists, and mid fore-arm. There was
some type of metal rod running the length of my arms. I couldn't
really see it but I could feel it and there was a round ball of the dull
silver under each hand; both of which I was squeezing tightly.
There was also a strap around my forehead and it was holding my
head down with far more efficiency that looked to be possible; for I
couldn't even look down at myself.
I was gagged. From what I could see in the reflection and
what I could feel with my tongue, the gag was a black, rubbery
material that actually formed around my teeth. I assumed the gag
also contributed to holding my head down. There was a hole in the
middle of the gag. It seemed designed to hold my mouth open and
still allow access. I panicked a little when I realized there could be
more uses for the "open gag" than feeding me.
Even more curious, and a bit frightening, was the thing
around my cock. It looked like one of those cock pumps but it was
rounded at the top and had small tubes coming out of each side at
the base. The material it was made of was translucent so I could
still see my cock. I couldn't tell how this thing was attached to me
but it must have been attached to the table for it didn't waver when
I tried to move. Then again, I really couldn't move all that much.
Now that I think of it, there must have been something I was not
aware of.... a drug or something. The straps didn't account for all
of my limited mobility. The way the straps were placed should have
allowed more movement than what I was capable of.
I tried to examine the rest of the room but my line of sight
was extremely limited and the reflection on the ceiling seemed to
blur conversely with the distance from my own reflection. I could
vaguely make out fuzzy blobs that indicated that there was some
other equipment in the room. Nothing moved. Thank God! I was
alone in the room. Just how big this room was I didn't know. I
could only see directly above me and a little bit around. I couldn't
see behind me at all so the room could have been large. It occurred
to me that there could be someone behind me, but I didn't pay any
attention to myself.
After exploring as much of the environment as I could with
my eyes, I had to have something to hold my attention or I would
begin to panic again. I closed my eyes and began to focus on
feeling. I systematically tested my bonds. The straps didn't feel
like cloth or leather. They seemed more like rubber but a lot more
rigid, just like the gag. The thing around my cock didn't feel
obtrusive or even cold. The table itself, as well as the other
supports I could feel, was pleasantly warm. Not at all cold like the
metal, I thought it to be, would feel. My body didn't feel cramped
and there was no uncomfortable pressure from the restraints. There
was something on my ankle I hadn't seen. Opening my eyes to
look, I found that there was some sort of metal ring around my left
ankle. It was highly polished silver, like the ceiling. I wondered at
the thing. It had no purpose that I could detect.
It was then I heard the "swoosh" sound. It immediately
reminded me of the sound of the automatic doors on Star Trek. I
tensed. I saw the moving blur to my right on the ceiling seconds
before he/it came into view. It was the same thing I saw in the
Motel bathroom! It move beside me and off toward the right
where, I assumed, a wall was. It stood there for a while, it's back
toward me. I tried to focus past the panic to examine this being.
He looked to be wearing no clothing; at least around his torso. His
skin was blue. Have you ever seen one of those movies where
someone gets frostbite? Their lips turn an odd shade of blue. That
was the color of his skin. His hair was thick and the color of it was
a darker blue, than his skin, with a greenish overtone. His hair
seemed more like fur for it did not hang off his head as ours does
but moved down his back. I'd say it was closer to fur than hair.
His back was very muscled but his musclicature seemed odd; not
quite like ours but close. When he lifted his arms up where I could
see them, I saw that they too were heavily muscled and also had the
same "fur" covering them; though not as thickly as that down his
back. "Heavily muscled" may not be the right term. He didn't look
like a weight-lifter. "Well developed" may be more accurate.
He turned around and that's when it hit me! This was an
alien! For the second time in my life, I fainted. It must not have
lasted very long this time because he was still there when I woke
up. He was checking my restraints. This was my first good look at
his face. His face was almost human but it was very blocky. I
mean that he was what we would call rugged looking; extremely
rugged looking. His eyes were a very dark green with yellow irises
and they sat deep under a large brow that jutted out just a little too
much to be human. His nose was short and stubby with no upturn
to it at all. His lips were thin and a shade lighter than his skin. His
jaw was almost comically square. His ears weren't close to human,
they were like a dog's but set closer to his head. The fur that
covered his head moved down around his face and began to thin
out as it moved down his thick neck. His actual face had very little
hair/fur on it at all. I could see his chest now and it was as well
muscled as the rest of him. His chest was also lightly covered in
hair/fur in a human fashion; save where it connected at his neck and
shoulders to move up to his head and down his arms. The hair
tended to thin out on his arms as well and his hands were oddly
small. He had three short stubby fingers and a thumb. His finger
nails were a very, very dark green - almost black and they curved
downward a little past the ends of his fingers. The whole hand
itself was too small for his build; as much of it as I could see
anyway.
He had stopped checking the restraints. He was staring at
me. I had been doing okay while he was busy but now that he was
paying real attention to me - I was terrified. Fear threatened to
overwhelm me, so I closed my eyes. That's when he touched me.
My eyes snapped open to find him closer now, just inches from my
face. His hand was holding my chin and he was staring straight into
my eyes. I was reminded of a mother scolding her child. As odd as
it sounds, his touch was comforting. I knew it was real now - that
he was real. Besides, I could see no malice in his eyes and his
touch was pleasant. He wasn't gripping me hard at all. I could feel
the hair on the back of his hands and it was soft. If he had been
human, I would have sworn that it was curiosity I could read on his
face. A few moments more and he let go and moved off behind me.
I thought he was leaving and I wasn't altogether pleased about it.
I heard a noise like a lock opening and the table I was on
began to move. It pivoted downward causing the slope on which I
was laying to sharpen but I felt no discomfort. He reappeared
again. I could see better now. I could actually see the floor,
though not directly in front of me. He walked over to the wall in
front of me and I could now see there was a table there, but I
couldn't make out anything on it. Good Lord! From the waist
down he looked like nothing human! The thick fur, which I had
already seen on his back, tapered straight down to his ass. He was
completely nude! The fur thinned out around an oddly muscular
ass and continued down his tail. Yes, tail! It was an odd thing,
more like a monkey's than the canine type I would have expected.
It ended in two finger-like projections. I couldn't see well enough
to tell but I guessed that the tail was prehensile. The fur intensified
down his legs, though not overly much. His legs were no more
hairy than some humans' but the legs themselves bowed oddly.
That is to say, they gave the impression that they could bend either
way, though he seem to walk in a human manner. His feet were
long and, though I couldn't see well enough to count the toes, I got
the impression that his toenails ended in the same manner as his
fingernails.
When he turned around I was shocked. At first glance he
seemed to be neuter. As he came closer I could see his testicles
swaying a bit but there was no cock! I had expected something like
a dog's cock-sheath to be there but there was nothing. No! No,
there was something. His hair hid it until he was just a few feet
away but there was a cock head situated an inch above his balls. It
was more narrow that a human's but it was definitely human-like.
Still, all I could see was a head. I wondered if he had a "cock
sheath" that went down inside him instead of hanging out like a
dog's. He stopped about two feet away and I looked up. He was
staring at me. I realized he had been watching me watching him.
He smiled. I wasn't sure if I should have been scared of that or
relieved. His teeth were mostly human-like, except the canines!
His eye teeth were almost a half inch longer than a human's.
It was then I noticed he was carrying something. I didn't
get a good look because he quickly moved to my right and laid that
"something" down. There must have been a table near me, too near
to be in my line of sight, for I heard a `clink'. I didn't have time to
contemplate for he quickly move in front of me and bent down. I
couldn't see what he was doing but I heard a few clicks and my
legs started to move. It must have been some sort of rod system
like my arms were fasten to. No wonder I couldn't see any of the
table between my legs! He lifted my legs upward and slightly to the
sides, bending them back toward me. I heard them click into place
and settle there. My God, he's spreading my ass! That was the
first time I tried to protest. Absolutely no sound came out of my
mouth! The gag was in place but I should have been able to at least
grunt. What had he done to me? I couldn't make a sound!
I heard a scraping sound and assumed he was pulling the
table closer to me. He was within my range of sight now. He
deliberately held something up to show me. It was a very skinny
translucent tube. He took something that looked like scissors and
cut the top off of the tube. He was deliberately showing me this, I
realized, but to comfort me or scare me - I didn't know. He moved
around in front of me, his hands lowering down to where I thought
my ass should be; I still couldn't see it. I felt the tube against my
flesh. It was cold! He placed it against my sphincter and began to
coax it inside. I couldn't really stop him because of the way my
legs were spread. I gathered that was the idea. I felt like crying
and was thoroughly angry now! If he had approached me in some
different manner and asked for sex, I might have said yes; after all,
how many aliens do you get to screw. But this rape was
unacceptable. I had never truly felt violated before.
Once he succeeded in entering me with the tube, I felt a
gush of liquid. I've had enemas before - this was not water! This
fluid burned. Not painfully but rather like spicy food feels in your
mouth. It was a bit uncomfortable though and I was upset already.
He withdrew the tube but I felt no fluid follow. Truthfully, I barley
felt the tube withdraw. That stuff must have been some sort of
lubricant for I vaguely felt oily. He showed me a new object then,
and I didn't care what his intent was. I tried to throw all of my
anger out threw my eyes at him but he didn't even acknowledge my
ire. The object was a translucent and very thin funnel with a rather
elongated neck. I knew what he was going to do with it but just
what was he going to funnel into my ass?
I felt the funnel slide into place without a bit of resistance.
Yeah, that was some type of lubricant all right. He disappeared
behind me for a few moments and returned carrying something. I
stared. It looked like a snake, maybe one foot long but there were
no eyes and the thing was metallic looking. It writhed in his hands
and it did have a mouth. He was going to put that thing in me?!
Yes, he was, for he started around to my ass as soon as he had
made sure I had seen it. He paused a moment directly in front of
me, still holding the metal snake. My reaction of dread must have
been quite readable by then, for he actually responded to me. He
smiled slightly, without opening his mouth, and shook his head
from side to side just a bit. Was that supposed to be comforting!
He was going to shove a snake up my ass and he wanted me not to
worry!! He bent down and I shut my eyes, trying to brace myself.
I felt the thing slither up my ass. It was the most disgusting
thing I had felt in my life. I was terrified and I thought I was going
to die! The feeling of the snake grew more vague as it worked it's
way up inside me. Every once in a while there was a sharp pain. I
imagine that was when it entered into organs from a direction which
they weren't supposed to admit anything. Although the pain was
minimal, my fear was horrendous. I kept waiting for the thing to
chomp some vital part of me! I began to realize that he was
holding my head and I opened my eyes. His hands were at both
sides of my head, softly stroking me with his thumbs. He was
looking straight into my eyes and frowning slightly. He acted as
though he was comforting a sick child. A tear ran down my check
and he moved closer and licked it off with his tongue, which was
rather long.
He had distracted me from the snake, I wondered if this was
intentional, but now I could feel it again and it felt as thought it
were in my stomach! I gagged abruptly and was surprised to see
the snake shoot quickly out of my mouth, at least I assumed it was
my mouth because I had felt no tearing in my flesh. He caught the
thing easily with one hand and continued to stroke my cheek with
the other. Once I calmed down, he withdrew behind me again. The
snake had no longer looked metallic when it came out of my mouth.
It was covered in colors of various hues. Some blues, some greens,
and some red that reminded me of blood. It didn't worry me
though, there was something about the way he had acted that made
me think it was genuine concern he showed me. I began to wonder
about the purpose of the snake.
He returned shortly and stood before me staring. What was
he trying to see? Was he trying to see if I was all right or was he
trying to dream up some new torture? I stared back. It suddenly
occurred to me that, if we truly evolved from apes, perhaps his kind
evolved from canines. Though it wouldn't be any type of canine on
this planet, with that blue skin and blue-green hair. He moved over
to my far left now, out of my line of sight. I could hear a small
sound that reminded me of wheels. It went on for some time before
I could see him again. He was pushing a small machine around
toward my nether end. I could see it now in the reflection of the
ceiling; which was something I had forgotten about. It was a small,
boxy thing with dials and knobs that I could barley see. On one
side of it was a sort of nozzle. He pushed the machine up between
my legs, the nozzle end toward my ass. He moved in, seeming to
grab the nozzle and blocked my ability to see what he was doing. I
felt something enter me again. Some sort of hose must have been
attached to that nozzle. It went up rather far into me but not far
enough to be really uncomfortable or hurt.
He switched position and I could see in the ceiling reflection
again. From somewhere on that machine, he retrieved two clear
tubes which he fit into the larger and shorter tubes at the base of the
pump-like thing that enveloped cock. He looked at me again
without any expression. He paused a moment then bent down to
adjust something on the machine. The apparatus on my cock began
to fill with some type of fluid. It was clear so I couldn't see it in the
ceiling reflection but I could feel it on my cock. When it covered
my cock, I began to feel a slight burning sensation in my piss-hole.
The sensation was much like the fluid he had shoved up my ass but
much less intense. The hose began to.... well, it was doing
something. There was a slight vibration coming from the hose he
had put up my ass. That vibration spread throughout my body.
There was nothing exciting about it but nothing painful either. The
closest thing I can equate it to is static electricity. It wasn't exactly
like static electricity but I can think of nothing more apt. I was
shocked when I felt my erection begin!
This wasn't exciting! I wasn't entirely afraid anymore but I
was far from sexually aroused. Okay, I admit that before he had
started all this crap - when it was just me looking at him - I had
been a little aroused, but that just wasn't the case now. It must
have been something in the fluid. That fluid must have been very
powerful, for my cock reached new heights of engorgement! At
least it looked that way in the ceiling reflection. I barely noticed
that he moved something on the machine again before I began to
feel something nudging at the tip of my cock. There must have
been some detail I had missed when I examined the pump-like
thing. A rod or wire or something began pushing it's way past my
piss-hole and into my cock. It stung like hell! It didn't go far
though and, when it stopped, the burning sensation stopped too.
Then I began to feel a vibration coming from whatever it was in my
cock. The vibration was the twin of the one coming from the hose
in my ass.
This went on for a long while and he stood there and stared
at me the entire time. I could discern nothing of his attitude. He
seemed intent on betraying no emotion. I thought that perhaps his
having emotions was an assumption on my part, but he seemed to
show emotion earlier - empathy even if not concern. I began to
study him then and to wonder at the purpose of all this. He really
didn't seem as though he was intent on causing pain and this
certainly didn't seem like a medical experiment. So what was it? It
suddenly hit me that his might be his version of an anti-bacterial
bath, a sterilization process. Was he only trying to make sure I
didn't give him a cold? Was it that simple? I didn't like the idea of
it but it made me less angry towards him. Just as this was sinking
in, he moved to the machine and fiddled with the controls. The
vibrations stopped and I steeled myself as the thing in my cock
began to extract. The burning was over quickly. He removed the
hose from my ass and began to push the machine away. I relaxed,
trying to enjoy the rest for I couldn't begin to guess what was next.
When he returned, he began doing something with the
pump-like thing on my cock. He removed it and, to my surprise,
stroked my cock a few times before he moved away with the
contraption. I was still trying to understand that particular move
when he returned. To my absolute astonishment, he began to
remove my gag! He didn't stop there! One by one, he removed the
bonds. He began with my legs (after lowering them) and worked
his way up. "Smart move," I thought. The better to be able to
elude any attack I might offer. He needn't have worried though,
and perhaps he didn't, for I was so worn out that I could never
have mustered the strength for a fight. Not that I would have any
chance of winning with the way he was built!
The entire experience was so draining that I was
emotionally and physically exhausted. I wondered why I had not
felt that before now. I slumped to the floor, leaning my back
against the struts, that had held my legs, and my head against the
table , that I had been strapped to. He squatted down beside me,
just staring. We stayed that way for awhile. My gaze lost interest
in his face and I found myself staring at his crotch. It was splayed
right there in front of me! How could I help looking? I was
surprised, though I hadn't the energy to show it, that his cock had
emerged from the internal sheath that I had imagined. He was a
bout six inches long and not terribly thick but I, somehow, got the
impression that this was a semi for him. I was trying to understand
why I thought that when he stood. A few seconds later, I looked
up. He held his hand out for me, obviously wanting me to stand. I
resigned myself to it and accepted his hand.
He led me back behind the table I had been strapped to and
I saw the door for the first time. It was round and, when he
stepped up to it, parted in the middle and receded into the walls.
The door itself had been a very dark gray. I didn't pay much
attention to the rest of the little trip, rather I concentrated on
putting one foot in front of the other. He led me by the hand down
one hallway and another until he found the door he was looking for.
He led me into the room and stopped. He got my attention by
cupping my chin in his hand. Once he was sure I was looking, he
pointed to a rather large pile of pale green objects that looked a bit
like sponges. I took the hint and went over to them. They still
looked like sponges to me. I looked back at him and he nodded his
head forward. I reached down to touch one of the green things.
They felt so awfully soft! A bed!? I assumed this was his version
of pillows. I stood, looking back at him, and grinned. He actually
returned the grin and seemed very pleased. I reclined into that
green softness and fell, almost immediately, to sleep. I had time to
wonder how I could possibly sleep with an alien standing right
there. My mind answered. "You're tired," and I believed it.
I awoke to find my alien "friend" cuddled up behind me.
Spooning me! It wasn't at all unpleasant. The soft fur of his body
felt like a comfortable blanket. His arm was hanging loosely around
my waist. I felt his arm. The hair was so soft and the corded
muscles under it hardened as he began to stir. I turned myself
around under his arm to face toward him. When he opened his
eyes, I was staring at him - not six inches from his face. He didn't
flinch. He smiled and the canine teeth didn't bother me at all.
Frankly, I wasn't really looking at them. I smiled back, put my arm
around his waist and snuggled up to his chest. He began caressing
my back and worked his way up to my neck. Damn, I was so
horny! The position I'd contrived for myself didn't really show him
that, so I pulled myself closer to him. He could feel my erection
against his thigh, but he didn't respond immediately. The things he
had put me through were nowhere near my thoughts. The
tenderness in his touch, the softness of his fur, and the raw animal
scent coming from him were. I can't really describe the way he
smelled, it was so... well, alien to anything I knew. Inviting is was,
and quite pleasant. He gripped my shoulders and pulled me back
up to him. I wasn't sure I wanted to leave my present position but
I gave in to him.
We faced one another once more. He licked me. I giggled.
Sound actually came out of my mouth! It didn't really matter now.
What use was talking to someone who couldn't understand the
language. He reacted to my giggle with a puzzled look. I just
giggled some more and pulled him closer. I was going to have to
teach him to kiss. I just hoped he knew how to be careful with
those teeth. I pushed a finger into his mouth to make him open it.
His face was still quite puzzled and I smiled a him. He seemed to
relax at that. His eyes expanded more than I would have thought
possible when I kissed him, but he soon got the idea and started
kissing back. His long tongue made kissing far more interesting
than ever!
It was a good while before I could convince him to move
past kissing. He was like a child with a new toy and he didn't want
to stop playing with it. That was just fine but I wanted to play
harder! I found his nipples and began to lick and suck on them. He
jumped a bit when I bit them; ever so slightly. I looked up to see
his reaction to this and he smiled. As I continued to play, orally,
with his nipples, I slipped my hand down between his legs and
began caressing his balls. He wasn't alarmed at all but he moved
his leg to allow me easier access. Within a minuet, his cock began
to come out of it's sheath. The dark rod with it's lighter blue head
moved up his abdomen and I just couldn't resist it. I had to have a
taste. He seemed to be familiar with getting licked but when I
swallowed his cock he jumped. I just kept right on going for he
settled right down and began to moan softly. I took as much of him
as I could but, when it finally stopped extruding itself, his cock was
a least a foot long. Well, maybe just eleven inches - but damn big!
There was no way on Earth I could have swallowed that whole
thing. If I was still on Earth, that is.
I caressed his balls with my left hand, pumped his dick with
my right, sucking on the first six inches of his cock.... He
groaned terribly, which only made me intensify the treatment. His
legs jerked and he let out a `yowl' as his cock shot it's load down
my throat. There was too much too fast for me to swallow
properly so it gushed out around my mouth and down my chin.
When he was still and I couldn't get anymore of that sweet juice
out of his engorged member, I turned about to see what he thought.
I grinned at him as his cum dripped down my face and neck. He
smiled and pulled me to him. He began licking his cum off me.
The sensation was wonderful and the implication erotic. I laid
down beside him hugging his chest and ready for another nap. He
was having none of that! He started kissing again and I was afraid
he was going to obsess on it again until I felt his hand slide down
my belly to find my cock. We kissed and he fondled me until my
cock was rock hard; it didn't take very long.
He moved to imitate me, cupping my balls in one hand while
he began to lick the shaft of my cock with his long tongue. I could
reach one of his legs so I stroked the soft fur on his thigh and
relaxed to let him explore this new avenue of pleasure; for him it
was new. His tongue was a delight as it caress my entire shaft and
tried to burrow itself into my piss-hole. I moaned softly and he
smiled up at me for a moment. Then he swallowed me, every bit of
me, right down to my balls. Up and down he went, faster and
faster! He was really getting into this. Every once in a while his
teeth would lightly graze a small part of me and I would shudder. I
didn't mind, for me it only added to the experience and I would
have sworn it continued to happen because he wanted it to. When I
came, he didn't stop. He actually sped up the process, milking me
for everything I had. I swear it was the longest orgasm I've ever
had in my life! I almost howled with ecstasy!
When it was over, he returned to me and put his arms
around me. I returned the gesture and we kissed for a while before
falling asleep.
I woke up to find him propped up beside me on his elbow,
staring down at me and running his hand across my chest. I smiled
at him and shifted my legs for better comfort. I felt him, totally
aroused, against my leg. I looked down and sure enough, his cock
was entirely out of it's sheath. I looked back up and smiled at him .
He was looking at me with an expression that I've never seen a
human accomplish quite so well, a dog's begging stare. Oh, he
wanted it and I - sure as hell - wasn't going to say no! I smiled at
him again and pulled my legs up to allow him access. He smiled
and his eyes lit up, then he moved to accept the offer. Once he was
close to being in position, he stopped and looked up to me. He was
confused. I guessed that he'd never really tried this position before
so I lifted my legs up and placed them on his shoulders. He looked
at my legs then back down at me and smiled. He understood, at
least, I thought he understood. He moved my legs back down and
climbed on top of me, pulling his way up and kissing me again.
He lifted my legs up and away a bit while still on top of me
and kissing. Now, how he managed this I don't know. His cock
was too long for this maneuver and I couldn't really see, but he
pulled it off. He began to enter me and I couldn't hold the kiss. He
went slowly at first but his cock was so long! I groaned at his first
thrust and his second, I continued to groan with every thrust. He
felt so good up inside me! He wouldn't stand for the kissing to end
for long though. He was very insistent on it so I tried, but he ended
up licking my neck as often as kissing me. When he came, he
howled. I could feel the warm liquid spurt out of his cock, filling
me up. The muscles in his neck strained and I could hear his tail
hitting the `pillows' over and over. When his load was spent, he
laid back down beside me and wanted to kiss again. My own cock
was so hard it hurt, so I didn't put up with the kissing too long. He
whimpered when I pulled away but I just smiled at him and grabbed
my cock. He looked and smiled as well. He turned over onto his
back and pulled up his legs in imitation of me; smiling at me the
entire time. I grinned and kissed him once more before I moved
into position. I had to caution myself to start slowly for my ache
was very strong.
I slid one finger into his hairy hole and found him already
moist. His legs were long so I already had a clear shot. I moved
into position and began to ease into him. His face registered
surprise as I slid on into him. He'd probably had many of those
long cocks up his ass but I doubted he'd ever had any as thick as
my own. It didn't hurt him though, so I picked up the pace a little.
His ass was tight and he rocked in time with my thrusts, making the
moment all the more pleasurable. I almost lost the rhythm when I
felt his tail at my ass! He was grinning at me. I chuckled a bit and
tried to keep the pace. Oh, that tail was fingering my ass! It made
my cock ache all the more. Just as I began to think that my balls
would bust with the pressure of my own cum - I unloaded into him
without slowing down! I felt liquid on my face and realized that I
had closed my eyes. While I wasn't looking he had jacked himself
off, our orgasms almost in sync. I was drenched in his juices. I laid
down, spent. He licked every bit of his sperm off my body and we
snuggled down for another nap.
There were a least two more times that we awoke and felt
the need. I believe I introduced him to 69, but I can't be sure. The
love-making was intense each time and the details seem to blur in
my memories. Before we went to sleep for the last time, I do
remember his overwhelming need to kiss me. To find every part of
my body with his thin lips. I finally convinced him to settle down so we could
fall asleep together.
When I next woke, I was in my car. It was startling, to say the
least. I was parked along the roadside far closer to home than the Motel in
which I had rented a room. I was very disappointed to find that it had all
been a dream. An actual depression hit me like a brick. I wanted to cry!
It was light outside, lighter than early morning - which meant I was
probably latefor work. Damn! I started the car and was about to put it in
gear, when I noticed something odd. I reached down to my ankle and felt a
ring about it. I was so excited by this that I pulled my leg right up into
the seat; I would pay for that later. It was! It was the silver ring that
he had put around my ankle. It was then that the announcer on the radio
told me what a glorious Thursday it was. I was shocked! I let my ankle
fall back to the floor and began to laugh. Three days! Three days and I
couldn't help but feel that the silver ring meant that I was tagged. I
don't believe any animal has ever been so glad to be marked as I was right
then. I'm still pretty glad.
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