Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2006 19:01:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gay Writer <gaywriter72@yahoo.com>
Subject: Earth Reborn: Love and Greed Chapter 3

The following is a complete work of fiction.

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The following story contains erotic homosexual situations.  If it is
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***  This is a completely revised version of the original story...  If
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Chapter 3 				The Dawn



       We walked back over to the far end of the room toward the lift
feeling eyes pressed against us.  Finally to the lift, Bransen hit the
call button and I turned partially to see who all was staring.  It was
like mass whiplash.  I had never seen so many heads snap away from my
direction in my entire life, and that has been a LONG time.  Sure there
were times when a bit of gas might escape during someone's union
ceremony with a thundering rumble, but that was when I was only about
eight hundred years old, and even then that caused everyone to glare AT
me.  Seeing them shy their eyes away from me was something quite new.

       There was a little sadistic satisfaction in it for me though.
The feeling you get when you think to yourself "Yeah... fear me!", and
then have to slap yourself because there is 'ALWAYS' someone else out
there bigger and meaner than you.  I had NEVER had anyone truly fear
physical harm from me.  It was like I had a sign posted on my chest
that said, "DON'T TOUCH" and you know someone's first reaction is going
to be ... "poke".

       The doors opened and Bransen and I entered the lift turning to
face the exit as we situated ourselves into its cramped space.  He
pressed the '20' button, and we began to descend further into the
complex and back to where I had been about forty minutes earlier.  We
were heading back to the infirmary swifter than I really cared to.  I'd
kind of had my fill of people testing me.  There was too much shit to
do, and I didn't really have time for this, but I'm sure it would be
wiser to hear what he has to say or scream about.

       The lift stopped its descent and the doors opened.  We exited and
upon first glance at a staff member I could see that Bransen had been
right.  The nurse had a bit of a stain still on the front of his scrub
pants which he was delicately trying to hide while searching for a
replacement pair.  By the shine of his skin and the smell in the air...
there had been sex, and lots of it.  I was SOOOOO in trouble I thought
as I tried to strangle a giggle from bursting from my chest.  If I
started laughing now I wouldn't be able to stop, and while I'm sure it
was good sex... I wager it wasn't exactly timely.

       Looking around at the rest of the staff, it was obvious that
everyone on the floor had been affected and surely all those between
the floor we were on and this one.  All those between level ten and
twenty had juiced their shorts.

       It was then I realized something wasn't quite right but I didn't
have time to think about it because the doors we had been wandering
toward were now right in front of us and now opening.  Doc sat behind
his desk with that same sheen of wet on his skin as I had seen on the
others.

       "Come in." he said quite flatly his breath catching somewhat as
he looked in my direction.

       We stepped into the office and the door shut behind us.  Yep... the
smell of sex was in the air and I was curious about exactly what kind
of mess Doc had made in his shorts.

       "Have a seat please." He said regaining his full composure.

       He was building up to admonish my ill thought behavior.  Well... I
didn't have time for it.  Bransen had seated himself while I remained
standing.

       "Excuse me Doc, but I have much to do." I said raising my hand as
signal for him to please let me continue.

       "I see my energy blast reached much further than I had intended.
It was a mistake I will endeavor not to repeat.  There are some
anomalies that Kelay had not anticipated in our merging and my
creation.  I will be more cautious in the future." I stated matter-of-
factly.

       "So, did the energy wave radiate upward as well as downward when
I release it and how far in each direction were the affects felt?" I
asked clinically.

       "Please have a seat." Doc asked again, the wind now somewhat
knocked from his sails which seemed to give Bransen a good deal of
amusement as his lips seemed to be tersely fighting a full fledge smile
and he avoided eye contact.

       I sat down and took a deep breath... I was a little tired after
the release of the blast of mental energy, and I really could use one
good nights rest before everything spun out of control again.  The Doc
leaned forward resting is forearm against his desk looking directly at
me and occasionally darting his eyes in Bransen's direction.

       "The 'wave' of energy you released was felt on our lowest level,
but fortunately...", he emphasized, "None above level 10 were affected."

       Doc continued, "I do not need to tell you that you would have
compromised the entire facility and everyone in it had the wave gone
through the upper levels.  The entire populace..."

       "You're right,", I interrupted, "you don't need to tell me."
Which seemed to ignite a small spark of anger in the Doc.

       The room became uncomfortably quiet; I leaned forward now only
inches from Doc's face looking deep into his tired slate blue eyes and
asked seductively with a mischievous grin on my face, "So... was it good
for you?"

       Doc was completely caught off guard, and Bransen erupted into
laughter flipping over backwards rolling out of his chair and onto the
floor.  Doc and I couldn't help but to join the laughter.  Bransen's
laughter was infectious with its golden tones and after all... luckily,
no harm had been done.  A few moments later Bransen got himself back up
in the chair panting from the lack of breath a heart felt laugh can
bring and wiped the tears from his eyes.  We all regained our composure
and smiled at each other while a small snicker still escaped from
Bransen in uncontrollable bursts.

       "Well Khore," Bransen said looking in my direction, "I guess you
shot the hell out of 'Not' freaking out everyone on your first day out
in the big city."

       "Yes." I replied, "That is definitely regrettable, and something
we need to deal with, but there is something else we need to attend to
first."

       I paused, "With the clothing that I wore when you first brought
me here, there was a device that we need to install in the structural
integrity field generator on level 51.  I call it Molecular Fusion
Mirror or MFM for short.  By specifying the area of affect and
incorporating it into your structural integrity generator, it will
completely cloak the complex from even the most thorough scans the
Thorens possess.  Basically, it folds and mirrors the external
environment to the surface of its opposite side.

       Meaning, if the complex were above ground, and I stood on one
side of the complex and you stood directly on the other side of the
complex, even though we would be in reality very far apart, it would
'appear' as though we were standing right beside each other.  It does
more than just visually deter detection however, with level two
cloaking activated, it replicates the resonance field of what any given
element should be as well with random variations to avoid any pattern
detection.  So beneath the ground, if you could 'see', you would see
rock and dirt, and any scan would only detect dirt and rock as well."

       The Doc's wheels had begun turning and he became completely
silent turning to face Bransen.

       "Would you care to explain exactly how Khore knows the layout and
location of key systems in this complex?" He said with a bit of
agitation in his voice.

       "I'm sorry to interrupt again, but can you explain this to the
Doc, while I get to work please?  Where are the clothes I was wearing
when you brought me here?"  I asked Bransen.

       The Doc looked questioningly at Bransen and he nodded in reply.

       "The nurse at the monitoring station has your personal belongings
and someone had BETTER fill me in on what's going on here" Doc
muttered.

       "Thanks Doc." I said with a smile, "For everything."

       I turned and exited the office and made my way to the monitoring
station and collected my things.

       "Oh... uhh... could you hang onto the rest of my things here until
I'm assigned quarters please.  I only need this at the moment." I
questioned placing the MFM in my front pocket.

       "That should be no problem." the blond nurse said with a grin.

       With a quick thank you I was in the lift and on my way down to
level 51.  Level 51 of the complex was the absolute basement of the
facility.  The generators, oxygen filtration, and water purification as
well as all other essential key systems were based in this level of
shadows and twisted metal.

       Filth lie everywhere as though it had been here for more layers
of dust than what could be remembered or written.  I made my way to the
access panel that housed the SIG and removed it beginning my arduous
integration of components of less than compatible technology.  I had
been busy at work for about two hours when I sensed someone sneaking
their way up behind me.

       "Stop." I said and commanded his muscles to freeze.

       Standing and turning away from my work in the access panel I
looked at my, would be, assailant.  Seeing his filthy grey uniform I
noticed he was a maintenance man.  Terror filled his eyes and he was
screaming as much on the inside of his mind as his silent eyes could
reflect.

       "Relax, I am not going to harm you or anyone in this complex.  I
am performing an enhancement to your system here on Bransen's
authority.  I am going to release you to move so that you may use your
COM to contact him personally.  Tell him that you have someone here
with you calling himself Khore.  I won't let you harm me, so please
don't make any foolish or sudden moves." I said calmly and released
control of his body and vocal cords back to him.

       He was somewhat shaken, and immediately called for Bransen over
his wrist COM.  After a few moments and some grumbling he finished his
conversation with Bransen.

       Looking at me he grumbled, "Well someone sure as hell could have
bothered to let me know a new face was going to be down here.  I nearly
shit myself!"

       "Well then, I suppose you'd have two messes to clean after your
shift." I grinned letting my eyes fall down to the dried stain in his
groin.

       Puffing out an exasperated breath he took a moment to think it
over and peered over at the work I had been doing.

       "What modifications are you making if you don't mind my asking?
I'm the one that gets stuck fixing this skeletal bitch when the shit
hits the fan you know." He said in a defensive but curious tone.

       "I'm Khore.  Pleased to meet you, and I'd be happy to explain the
modifications, if you don't have other pressing duties." I said
reaching out my hand while again letting my eyes drift down him.

       He hesitated and then a small smile broke his face and he shook
my hand.  "My name's Jason, but most folks call me Dusty.  You can
guess why."

       I suppose the circumstances of our meeting must have stopped me
from noticing before, but Jason was absolutely beautiful.  The dirt
seemed to cling more to his clothing than his skin luckily.  His 6'2"
frame was clad in coveralls open from neck to midriff exposing his
thick neck, broad shoulders, and powerful chest and chiseled abdomen
with promise to show more tantalizing things; had the gravity of this
planet been just a bit more intense.

       He looked to be close to his 30th age and had all the muscle and
looks of a Greek god.  He simply exuded power without the faintest
attempt.  His skin had the color of someone who had fixed so many
things for so long in filth, that his flesh had somehow absorbed the
grime around him.  It was the color I can only describe as used
lubricant and grease that has been neglected for months past its
usefulness, a deep dulled brown with a hue of something else not quite
natural.  His disheveled hair promised the color of a dirty blond
should it come into contact with enough soap and hot water.  His lips
were strangely flatter than most, not the least bit pouty, but
prominent beneath his once broken nose that now bent slightly to the
left.  His eyes though, were hazel with what flashed like little flecks
of gold, but it was difficult to tell with the odd lighting of the
area.  Seeing the bulk of muscle in his impressive arms as they
strained against the rolled up sleeves let me know had I not been aware
of his presence I would probably now possess a two and a half foot long
coil burner as a permanent addition to my skull.  Luckily... the coil
burner only swayed slightly now in his down stretched arm.

       Crouching back to the access panel I waved Jason over to
accompany me and review the modifications I had made so far.  Jason was
brilliant.  He literally devoured everything I told him with full
comprehension of what I had been doing and my ultimate goal for the
incorporation of the MFM.  He impressed me.  In fact, he sped my work
so much so that we were able to complete the modifications an hour
earlier than I had previously estimated.  Gorgeous and a brain... it was
a rare a combination indeed.

       Standing and looking at our work I reached to shake Jason's hand
once more.  He didn't hesitate at all this time as his large palmed
engulfed mine.

       "I've been meaning to ask you something..." he said still holding
my hand.  "Exactly what was that earlier?"

       "My apologies... I made an error in energy strength earlier and
accidentally caused everyone from levels 10 and below to have a sexual
'episode' as it were." I said blushing slightly.

       "Oh... uhh well thanks for that too." He stammered the blood now
flushing his cheeks, "But actually, I was referring to how you stopped
me from moving."

       My face becoming even hotter with embarrassment I chuckled. "ohh
that.. well... same concept different application."

       I left the explanation there knowing within days if not hours the
entire complex would know more about me than anyone ever had.  I'm sure
that the whispers had started shortly after we entered the training
area on level 10 earlier today.  I was a new face, and coupled with the
orgasm wave there weren't going to be many that were not going to know
who I was.

       "Well... at least I started out with a bang I suppose."  I thought
to myself.

       "Thank you for your help with this.  I appreciate it, and the
conversation was a pleasant change.  I hope that we can meet again
under different circumstances.  If you ever have a moment of free time
I'd love to hear from you." I told him still wondering about what was
further down his grey coveralls.

       My eyes fell south again uncontrollably and I could swear the
bulge in front had somehow started sliding down his pant leg of its own
doing.  It was then I realized I hadn't let loose of his hand and he
showed no signs of letting go either.  My eyes drifted to his face and
I could see I had been caught gawking.

       I wanted to let go of his hand... What the hell is going on?  It
wasn't supposed to be this strong!  I tried to release his hand
especially now noticing the bright white and blue flames of energy lick
my skin and dance lightly across the flesh of his arm slowly climbing
up to his shoulder.  I could see the blue white light of my eyes in the
reflection of his and he yanked me into his embrace and we kissed.

       This was not just a kiss through.  Our tongues swam together as
we ground our bodies into each other trying to get as much contact our
hard pressed arms could bring to us.

       "Oh SHIT!" was the last lucid thought I had before pulling from
his lips and diving into the more accessible muscled curve of his neck
licking and chewing my way to just behind his ear and back again.

       The fire had spread from me to Jason engulfing us completely and
we both lit the walkway like two dancing fireflies in the night.
Taking my hard pressed hands from his ass and back I brought them up to
the shoulders of his overalls and pulled them down on each side only
losing contact with his body enough to let them drop and gather around
his ankles.

       Working my way to the cleft between he firm pecks I let the tip
of my tongue dance about his skin lightly as I made my way over to his
left nipple giving him slight bites with my teeth at irregular
intervals.  Hearing him gasp and moan fueled my desire as I made my way
to the right mass of muscle to his other nipple.  He groaned and ground
into me as I made my way to his belly button leaving a silvery trail
across his hardened perfect abs with my tongue.

       Brushing the underside of my chin desperately seeking entrance
was his very long and very thick cock.  It, like him, was a thing of
beauty.  It was a good eight inches long and to my best guess just shy
of 4 fat inches around.  His pendulous balls swung below swelling with
anticipated release in a completely hairless sack.  I would be having
fun with those egg sized jewels later.

       Licking and teasing I continued to torture his naval and pushed
him slightly backward onto the equipment table behind him.  He shifted
his weight and scooted further back just far enough for his ass to be
supported by the top of the table.  I continued my assault as I brought
my fingertips up to his knees and slowly pressed them apart.  When they
were as far as his tendons would allow, I dove into the musky crevice
to the left of his hairless ball sack and licked and chewed him into a
frenzy of whimpers and near hyperventilated breaths.

       Slowing... I brought my hands from between his legs to behind his
knees and lifted them higher for access to that precious skin between
his ass and balls.  Very lightly I flicked my tongue across his
perineum and watched his body spasm to the same dance my tongue was
doing.  Some time later, working him into a false sense of calm I
lowered his legs enough to dance my fingers across his massive thighs
and dove into the right cleft of his leg between his thigh and balls.
I feasted again chewing more than licking in a tender frenzy.

       Glancing up from my meal I gazed across the landscape of his
body.  I saw the upturned curve of his taught abdomen and arched spine
while he had his head hanging back swinging from side to side in
ecstasy all of which was resting on his powerful bent arms at the
elbow.  At the center of this most savory view was a throbbing, and
twitching cock that drooled its thick prize.  With feather touches I
glanced across his smooth balls from left to right and then back again
before taking one into my mouth and massaging it with my tongue giving
a gentle tug every now and then.  Letting it pop from my mouth I gave
his wet sack a slight breath across its slick surface watching it draw
closer to him for warmth.

       Moving to the other side I worshipped his right as I had done the
left giving it my most delicate and urgent attention.  Letting it fall
from my mouth with an audible pop I dabbed my tongue into the river
that was making its way down his engorged pole.  Almost painfully my
mouth made its way to his swollen helmet getting as much of his sweet
nectar along the way as I could manage.

       Giving his shaft one last pass with the tip of my tongue from top
to bottom and then back again, I took his beautiful cock into my mouth
as deep as I was able.  As he moaned loudly and thrashed about, I
controlled my gag reflex and continued down slowly until I felt his
neatly trimmed bush tickling my nose.  He was mine now.  To stay in
this position he could only use his arms to keep this angle and I
traveled along the full length of his cock only stopping to brush his
helmet with my tongue before working down him again.  Letting my left
hand work up his thigh I tickled and massaged his heavy balls while my
other hand kneaded his powerful chest as I increased my motions on his
cock.  We were racing to his release and the blue white fire traveling
across our skin was now brighter with intermittent bursts of white
erupting from us like shooting stars.

       I released him quickly from my mouth and quickly threw off my
shirt and untied my pants nearly ripping the laces apart to release my
imprisoned cock.  It was completely doused in its own juice.  I gripped
him again behind the knees, and pushed into his tight pucker and past
its threshold not stopping in my slow, slick, and relentless entry
until I was balls deep in his ass.  I commanded his arms stretched
outward to each side so that he could not tend to the aching need of
his own turgid member.

       Working my nine inches of thick meat in and out of his ass sent
sensations to my groin traveling up my spine and sparked within my
mind.  The blue white fire about us intensified to an almost silver
color as my mind switched over giving each of us the others feelings of
pleasure to compound with our own.  I could feel his warm pulsing ass
around my cock as well as feeling his ass being entered.  Moans nearly
on the verge of screams escaped us both as I increased the pace of my
thrusts to maximum, hammering his prostate.  The feeling intensified
and we both came simultaneously.  His cock leapt and began to shoot
strong heavy ropes of cum over his head onto the wall behind him and I
unloaded in convulsed rhythm into the clenching depths of him.  A
blinding white explosion flashed and a circular halo escaped us like a
super nova in all directions in a growing ball moving outward through
the complex at incredible velocity jittering equipment and sagging
wires in its wake.

       What seemed like a heavenly forever we drifted in our bliss as I
rested my head on his sweaty chest panting and spent being rocked to
sleep by his quickened breath.

       Pulling myself from him I stood and shakily pulled up my pants
and knotted them back into place.  Grabbing my shirt I fluffed it a
couple of times in the air and tugged it over my head situating it as I
went.

       Looking over at Jason he still lay flat against the table, with
legs dangling over its edge and chest still busy with labored breath.
His eyes were glazed giving the appearance he was still lost in his
orgasm while his body twitched occasionally like a sleeping newborn
puppy.

       Grabbing his coveralls from the floor I gave them a few good
snaps shaking too much dirt and dust from the cloth nearly choking.
The buffeted smack of the fabric seemed to bring Jason back around as
he weakly sat up relying too much on his tired arms to keep him from
falling back again.

       "While that was surely the most incredible sex I have ever had,
"he rasped, "A simple thank you would have sufficed." A funny grin
crossed his face.  He was still gone.


       "Thank you for being here for me." I said somewhat sullen.  "It
was never supposed to be that intense.  All of the models showed... well
never mind." I tried to explain.

       "Khore... Report to my office IMMEDIATELY!" I jumped at a very
pissed off yell from the COM on Jason's wrist.

       "Okay Stud... I think you'd better come with.  Let's get you decent
before I go face the executioner.  The view is fabulous, but I think
I'm pretty much fucked on this one." I said as I worked the coveralls
back up his legs talking more to myself than to him.

       With minimal effort on Jason's part I was finally able to get him
dressed and as he slumped his heavy ass against me as we made our way
to the lift.  Hitting the call button I shifted his weight a little as
to relieve the stress in my shoulder.  Damn he was heavy and I was
fucking exhausted.

       "Khore... Report Immediately!  That means NOW!" I jumped again as
Doc's angry voice tore out of Jason's COM.

       "Fuck!" I thought... and the doors on the lift opened.

       "Well.. what's done is done.  It is what it is.  Accept it, learn
from it, and move on." I said matter-of-factly and drug Jason into the
lift.  Hitting the '20' button I felt our assent wisk me to my most
assured ass reaming bitch fit of epoch proportions.  Yeeee Haaaaaaww!
I guess I could always just dump him here and bolt.  Nahh.. that
wouldn't work.  Jason needs medical attention.  Come to think of it....
I'm not feeling quite right either.  I hear me, but I don't sound like
me at all!  What the fuck!

       I punched the button a few more times knowing that it was only my
stress I was relieving and not that it would make us go any quicker.  A
futile gesture I would never have performed before.  Ohhh helll yeah...
something was not right.

       The doors opened and I passed a very satisfied blue eyed sweaty
Nurse at the monitoring station on the way to Doc's office.

       The door opened as soon as I got past the nurse and through the
door, sat an extremely pissed off and sweaty Doc.

       "Get your ass in here right NOW!" he hissed.  I drug Jason with
me his arm swung over my shoulder as we stumbled toward the door.

       "Wait... wait... ", Doc stood and came around the desk to assist me.
"Chris... prep a bed for Dusty STAT."

       Squinty eyed he glanced in my direction and spit the words at me,
"You... wait for me in my office."

       With that I shuffled Jason off of me and onto Doc and trudged
into his office.  Damn I was tired.  I slid down into one of his
recliners a bit harder and heavier than I meant to, which made the
world swim with a bounce and everything went black.


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Per suggestions from others, and a bit of work, I have re-written the
entire story.  Much of it is the same and the changes were cosmetic.  I
have also added some more depth to beginning characters and added a few
other things.  The chapters are for the most part longer and I have
corrected some continuity problems.  I know that I have much to learn
as a writer, and would greatly appreciate any constructive criticism
regarding this story.  Please contact me at gaywriter72@yahoo.com with
suggestions and criticisms.     Thanks!