Date: Mon, 8 Nov 2004 23:36:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark Friedman <forcewielder2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dryser Chapter 4

This story involves sex between male aliens and a male human minor. If,
for any reason, your legal guardian/Significant Other/the law says you
shouldn't be reading such things, then it's best for you to leave now
(and if you're one of those prudes who objects to gay sex in any form,
then one wonders why you're here at this site in the first place).

This story is completely fictional, and, as with any such work of
fiction, any resemblance to any place, event, or person (living or dead)
is purely coincidental.

Copyright is to me, and the story may not be reproduced anywhere without
my prior permission.

Comments can be sent to me at forcewielder2000@yahoo.com (flames will
just be ignored!).

~Mark

************

"Hey, guys," my Dad said, poking his head into the family room, where
Mike and I were hanging out.

"Yeah, Dad?"

"You're not going to believe this, but..."

"What? What? C'mon Dad, don't just trail off like that! You know how much
that bugs me!" Mike cried out.

Dad laughed. "Sorry. Just not sure I quite believe it myself. But anyway,
the Charal just sent over an invitation. They're throwing a celebration
for those responsible for dealing with the Y'Kor'Tiz'aaaa invasion, and
Mark's invited. The rest of us are, too, but Mark's the main attraction
for this family."

"What?! We are?!"

"Yes, you are. Seems Mark's quite the hero over there."

I couldn't see what for. It's not like I did all that much. But hey, if
they were fixated on the idea of having a party and inviting me along,
who was I to argue?

"It'll be tomorrow night," Dad said, and we nodded.

*******

The next night, we headed over to where the party was beign held. When we
arrived, we were met by Rilz, who took us to where my family would be
seated before taking me up to a raised area for the formal dinner part of
the celebration.

"It's nice to see you two finally dressed," Rilz said quietly to Mike and
me.

We smiled politely, while I tugged at the collar of my shirt. I was
uncomfortable getting dressed up. I wanted to be in the kind of clothes I
wore to the 'act'; but then, I recalled that it was because I'd had to
remove those clothes in front of a whole lot of people early on, and
didn't feel quite so bad.

I was next to a Charal I vaguely recognized, who was on my right. We
greeted each other. The chair on my left was empty. I wondered who it was
who would be sitting there. I didn't have long to wait to find out - it
was Kriz.

Kriz grinned, and leaned over. Whispering, he said, "Gee, think this
seating arrangement was a coincident?"

"One does have to wonder," I whispered back.

We were near the left end of the single long table on the raised area. In
the middle was a podium, unused for the moment. It was an idea the Charal
had borrowed from us. They'd seen the setup years before, and had been so
facinated by the idea that they arranged to use the same setup
themselves.

We were served an interesting dinner, mostly of meats and a type of bread
that reminded me of sourdough. There wasn't much in the way of vegetables
- guess they didn't eat vegetation as much, being descended from
carnivores.

"I hear the Kokoni are sending an ambassador here," Kriz said.

"Kokoni? Sounds familiar," I said, taking a bite of some meat I presumed
was from a bird, judging from the part of a hollow bone was in the meat
still on the plate.

"Humanoids, from Sector 547," Kriz said. "I hear a delegation is coming
here because they are interested in learning more about our cohabitation
arrangements on Dryser. "I understand they were particularly interested
in how we dealt with the Y'Kor'Tiz'aaaa."

"Well, we all know I dealt the Y'Kor'Tiz'aaaa their crushing defeat
single-handedly," I said, grinning.

Kriz snorted and rolled his eyes.

"When will they arrive?" I asked.

"Next week, I hear. Some sort of reception's being planned for them, so
don't be surprised if you hear of any of you humans receiving an
invitation."

After the meal, several speakers were lined up. The first was one of the
government leaders, who got up and started giving a speach. Now, I've
never been much for speaches, so my mind started wandering. It went on
through the second speaker as well. Suddenly I felt something caressing
my leg. Trying not to attract attention to myself, I glanced down to see
what it was. It was the end of something long and flexible. My eyes
traced it back, only to have me realize what it was. It was the end of
Kriz's tail!

His tail started going up my pant leg and stroking my calf. My cock was
suddenly hard! What was he doing?! Didn't he realize the effect his tail
was having on me?

"Kriz!" I hissed. "What are you doing?! Stop that!" For while I'd heard
that the tails of Earth house cats seemed to have a mind of their own, I
refused to believe that what was happening was some involuntary habit on
Kriz's part. He knew what he was doing!

He glanced over at me, a smile forming as he attempted to maintain an
innocent look on his face. Yep, he was definately doing that on purpose.
I shuffled in my seat. My right hand was under the table, and I used it
to point at the tent forming in my pants while my eyes darted downward in
an effort to draw his attention that way. He did glance downward, and his
smile got even bigger when he saw what I was gesturing at. Unfortnately,
it didn't get him to stop. If anything, his tail picked up the pace,
going further up my pant leg. I'd never realized before that a Charal's
tail was that flexible.

"Kriz, please, stop that!" I hissed again.

The Charal on my right glanced quizzically at us for a moment before
turning his attention back onto the speaker.

Kriz leaned over. "Oh, but Mark, we're both enjoying it so much. Why stop
now?" he asked in a whisper just loud enough for me to hear.

"Because this is the last place I want to be horny right now!" I hissed
back. "Can't you at least wait until we're not in front of everyone?"

"But I'm bored," Kriz said. "What better way to pass the time than have
fun with my boyfriend?"

"You're impossible."

I shifted again, trying to hide from everyone else that I was both
aroused and flustered at the same time. I glanced down at my parents and
Mike. My parents didn't seem to notice what was happening, but Mike had
been gazing our way for several seconds, and he had what I thought was a
smirk on his face. Did he realize what was happening? I was grateful for
the fact that the Charal table/podium setup was similar enough to ours
that it included a sort of drapery that was in front of the tables. But
then, seeing as how Kriz probably wouldn't be shoving his tail up my
pants if it wasn't there, I wasn't so sure.

Several others spoke as well, and medals were handed out. When my name
was called, I shifted my pants as I got up in order to hide the bulge in
them. After the ceremony, my parents, Mike, and I went over to Kriz's
house. Kriz kept grinning at me until we managed to make excuses to go to
his room alone.

"Blast you, you horny beast!" I told him when the door was closed. "Did
you have to do that?"

"Do what?"

"You know what I mean!"

"Do I?" Kriz asked, his face the picture of innocence, save for the
grin..

"Yes, you do! You flirted with me using your tail during dinner! I didn't
know you could do that!"

"Oh, I'm full of surprises. And come on, you know you enjoyed it!"

"Not in front of everyone! What if I had come in my pants?"

"But you didn't," he said, taking me into his arms. "Besides, we're alone
now. What do you say we have a little real fun?"

I just couldn't argue with him when he was like that, and he knew it. We
were out of our clothes and on his bed in record time. He was on me,
kissing me all over my body. I shuddered when his lips made contact with
my cock and balls. Then, getting on me, he entered me. His thrusts were
gentle the first few times, but quickly picked up pace. The whole bed was
soon rocking back and forth with his thrusting. He was bracing his feet
against the footboard of the bed as a pushoff to bury himself into me
deeper.

I started running my arms and legs along his body, enjoying being with
him. It felt so good to have a big furry guy on me. I'd wondered what it
might be like to have sex with a human guy, but was sure it wouldn't feel
the same. Humans weren't covered by fur, and it was Kriz's fur rubbing
against me that made sex with him feel great.

He started kissing me along my neck and shoulders. Then he suddenly bit
me on my shoulder; not hard, but it would leave a mark for a while. I
hoped my parents wouldn't notice. His purring soon got louder, which I'd
learned by now signaled his iminent ejaculation. My prediction was
confirmed by my innards expanding to take the Charal semen.

I was still horny, and wondered what he was going to do to relieve me. I
didn't have to wait long. He pulled out of me, and rose up onto his hands
and knees. I glanced down between his legs to see his tail snaking
between them. It started stroking my cock, and brushing my balls.

"Oh, Kriz!" I gasped out.

His tail worked my cock for a couple of minutes. I couldn't hold back any
more, and my semen was squirting out. I was writhering around the bed in
pleasure, my hands grasping the sheets as I was lost in sweet orgasmic
agony. Unknown moments later, I laid there, spent. Kriz dropped back onto
me.

"Oh, that was good," he said.

"Kriz, you're amazing."

Kriz pretended to groom his main as he said, "Oh, I know."

Laughing, I got out from under him, and we headed into the bathroom -
fortunately, both his bedroom and a bathroom were in a different part of
the house from where our families were - and cleaned up. Going back into
Kriz's room, we got dressed, and I checked myslf in the mirror to make
sure that my clothes didn't seem crumpled or anything.

Kriz came up behind me. "Handsome as always," he said.

I smiled. I'd always been a little self-concious, since I'd always been
tall for my age. I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb among my age
group, so Kriz's attention was very welcome indeed. Kriz suddenly grabbed
me and spun me around. Taking me in his arms, he gave me a long,
passionate kiss. After he ended it, he held me. We gazed into each
other's eyes until we heard my Mom calling, saying it was time to go.

"Until next time," Kriz whispered into my ear, kissing me again.

After we got home, I went into my room to take off my clothes. I had my
shirt off when Mike came in.

He started to say something when his eyes widened. "Is that a hickey?" he
asked, pointing to Kriz's bite mark on my shoulder.

"Why don't you say that a little louder?" I snapped at him. "I don't
think Mom and Dad heard you."

"Sorry," he said, closing the door. "Man, you two were going at it at
dinner!"

"Actually, it was more like Kriz going at it," I said. "You know what
they can do with their tails? Kriz shoved his up my pant leg during the
speaches, and was rubbing my leg."

"I know! Weinessa" - that being the name of his girlfriend - "likes to
reach hers between my legs and play with my balls and around my butthole
when we're humping."

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Oh yeah!" He paused for several seconds. "Mark, I've gotta ask you
something. Do you think I might get Weinessa pregnant?"

I shrugged. "I really don't know. It's probably amazing that we can do as
much as we do with them in bed. I don't know if we're genetically close
enough to the Charal to be able to have kids with 'em. Why? Think she
might be pregnant?"

"No," Mike said. "I just wanted to know if that might happen."

"I don't think anyone knows, really," I said. "I doubt it's ever been
checked; before now, I don't think anyone has ever considered that a
human and a Charal might want to have a kid, or at least go through the
motions."

"Thanks," Mike said. As he opened the door, he pointed to my hickey. "You
might want to keep that covered. Mom'n'Dad'll flip if they see it."

"Ain't that the truth?" I said.

*******

The Kokoni arrived six days later. Sure enough, Mayor Thomas received an
invitation to take a delegation of humans to meet them. For some reason,
I was invited to go along. As we went to where the Kokoni embasy had been
set up, I wondered what they would be like. "Humanoid" didn't say much.
They looked somewhat like us - had to be, to be called "humanoids" - but
there could be (and likely would be) many differences.

Humanoids weren't as common as portrayed in some of the old sci-fi
programs from Earth. Whereas the programs were limited by cosmetics and
whatever special effects technology existed at the point in time that the
show or movie was being filmed, nature didn't have such limitations, and
sentient life came in a variety of shapes and forms - everything from the
insect Y'Kor'Tiz'aaaa to the aquatic Xinrla, who looked something like
squid, to the avian Kaaalarn. But humanoids were a notable faction. Just
how that many species had developed along such similar lines was unknown.
I wasn't up to date on all the scientific theories (or even most of
them), so I wasn't really sure what explanations were currently being
toted as the reasoning behind that.

We arrived at the embassy, and were ushered into a reception area where
we found the Charal delegation already waiting. We all introduced
ourselves to each other and made idle chit-chat while waiting.. Soon the
Kokoni ambassador and several other Kokoni entered the room. They
certainly looked humanoid, but there were several noticable
differences.They had grayish-green skin, were completely hairless, and
had a sort of plated ridge running along the top of their heads and down
their faces. The nose was flat, and the nostrils spaced farther apart, in
an almost upside down U shape.

The ambassador was introduced as Elarn Likxs. He made the introductions
of those who were with him who would be serving as senior staff members.
Presumably there were other Kokoni there who would be serving in junior
capacities - clerks, cooks, and the like; the people who handled the
mundane day-to-day functions of running an embassy.

"And last," the ambassador was concluding, "my son, Tatch."

A younger Kokoni moved forward at the introduction. I sized him up. Tatch
was close in size to me, though the Kokoni was slightly taller, and a lot
more muscular. Tatch looked to be about my age, but since I wasn't
familiar with how Kokoni looked at different ages, I couldn't be sure -
for all I knew, in Earth years Tatch could have been 100, and his father
10 times that old.

The Charal and human delegations were introduced, and we mingled a bit.
Tal was one of the Charal delegation members, and told a couple of times
about how we'd dealt with the Y'Kor'Tiz'aaaa. He'd told the story several
other times to various human and Charal audiences, and with each telling
the Y'Kor'Tiz'aaaa that I'd trapped got just a bit more vicious, the
"coffee pot" - which had already been a fairly good-sized and heavy
container to begin with (as I'd later learned, the 'beverage' was not
just a stimulant like coffee, it was also a sort of liquid nutrient which
the Y'Kor'Tiz'aaaa ingested several times a day, hense the large enough
size of the container to be able to trap the the Y'Kor'Tiz'aaaa when I'd
shot out one leg of its stand) - seemed to get just a bit bigger, and my
shot just a bit more incredibly miraculous, and this time was certainly
no exception.

"So, you are Mark Andrews," someone said behind me.

I turned to find that the speaker was Tatch Likxs. "Yes, I am. You're
Tatch Likxs, the ambassador's son," I said, trying to pronounce the last
name.

I must have gotten it right, or at least passable, for he nodded and
said, "I was most interested to learn of your participation in recent
Dryser events."

I wondered for a moment if he meant just the Y'Kor'Tiz'aaaa invasion, or
that along with my participation in the 'act', but figured those who'd
been mentioning me would probably stuck to the invasion.

Tatch asked, "I was curious as to how accurate the stories are."

"I think you can expect some slight exaggeration," I said. "My people
have a saying that history is written by the victors."

He smiled. "Your people have some interesting saying, from what I've
heard."

"Yes," I replied. "I'm sure your people have some interesting sayings as
well."

"We do indeed. Perhaps we could get together some time and discuss
things."

"I would like that," I replied.

"It would be a few days before that could be arranged," he said. "My
father would prefer to get the embassy set up as quickly as possibly
before we start having guests."

"Understandable," I replied. "Let me know when you're ready."

"I will," he said, and I let him know how to contact me.

We parted ways, each looking forward to the next time we could meet.