Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2006 22:02:13 -0800 (PST)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: Knowledge, Chapter 4.

	The twins arrived about 4 p.m.  They'd brought with them a fruit
salad and potatoes to bake.  I wasn't planning on eating dinner until after
5 p.m. or so.  I'd decided on grilled chicken and veggies.  DeWayne helped
with dinner preparations, enthralled by some of the implements we used to
get things going.  I wondered why such everyday kitchen equipment held such
fascination for him.

	"What kind of college degrees did you get?" DeWayne finally asked
the boys.

	"Master's degrees in mathematics for me," Karl said.

	"And a Master's in game theory for me," Keith volunteered.

	"Yeah, I don't know what they'll do with such useless degrees,
either," I laughed when DeWayne gave them blank stares.

	"There's a lot I can do with a math degree," Karl defended.

	"And I can write some killer apps for computers that'll knock your
hot ass into next week," Keith argued.

	"And where are those jobs that bring in the bread?" I pressed.

	"I have a second interview tomorrow," Karl bristled.

	"And I got that job I was trying for at Electronic Arts, Bro!"
Keith crowed.  "So, we're celebrating tonight!"

	"When'd you get the word?" I asked breathlessly.  This was good
news that I'd not heard yet.

	"Yesterday afternoon," Keith answered.  "They're starting me at
$60K a year with most of my work from home."

	"Sweet!" I agreed.

	"And your potential job, Karl?" I turned to the other brother.

	"Uncle Intel," he smirked.  "Be working right here in Portland,
well, out in Hillsboro, but that's an easy commute."

	"You been on 26 recently?" I challenged, referring to a six lane
freeway that went west of the city.  "Bad anytime of the day, both ways.
My neighbors try NOT to drive it several days a week."

	"They work there, too?"

	"Yeah, haven't you met Maria and Francis?" I queried.

	"Not that I recall," he said.

	"Well, good luck anyway.  A good job will be nice, even if the
commute will suck," I ventured.  "Depending on where you are on the Intel
campus, you could car pool with them or even telecommute like your brother
will be doing."

	DeWayne and Karl discussed quantum theory like old friends.  I saw
a smile on DeWayne's face several times at some of the theorems Karl
expounded.  He even shook his head slightly twice, like he knew Karl was
wrong, but wasn't going to say anything to him.  DeWayne (for his part)
tried hard to not correct the earthling's sad misunderstanding of the true
nature of the universe.  It was not his place to provide that kind of
knowledge.

	I fired up the barbeque and put the potatoes in to roast.  The
chicken and veggies would go in later.  Meanwhile, the salad was chilling
in the refrigerator and Keith made a champagne dressing to go with it.

       The champagne flowed freely to celebrate Keith's new job.  There
were a thousand questions about how I'd met and seduced DeWayne.  The alien
demurred in most instances, letting me tell the story (he was careful not
to reveal anything (when he did speak up) that I didn't already know or
hadn't been planted in my brain).  However, they did find out that DeWayne
was well hung, loved to rim and get rimmed, was very accomplished as bottom
or top, and seemed to be insatiable.

	"That sure works for us," Keith crowed.  "How about an appetizer
before dinner?" he leered.

	Before I could tell them "no", DeWayne agreed.  They tugged off
their shorts and shirts and headed for the bedroom.  As they took off their
clothes, they conferred as to what they wanted us to do with them.  I
shrugged and followed DeWayne after them, mimicking their clothes shedding.
The twins crawled up on the bed on all fours, presenting their beautiful,
round, hard, dark butts to us.

	"Eat us out and fuck us hard!"  Karl insisted.

	"And bareback, too!" Keith added.  Karl nodded greedily.

	As the twins and I always fucked bareback (and DeWayne and I had
been at it most of the day in the same manner), I saw no problem with their
request.  DeWayne dove into Karl's ass, giving him one of the best rim jobs
he'd ever had.  Not to be outdone, I did my best to duplicate his efforts
on Keith's delicious ass.  Both were freshly showered, but that didn't
change the fact that two really hot, black butts were being tongued and
eaten out, preparing them hungrily for a hot, deep fuck.

	The twins kissed each other fervently.  Their butts wiggled and
pushed back into our faces as they moaned and begged for more.

	"You gotta fuck us!" Keith demanded.

	When DeWayne and I pulled away to grant his wish, they swiftly
changed their positions into 69 blowjobs for each other.  I took Karl's hot
hole as he was on top.  DeWayne took Keith's ass.  Both of us sank to our
nuts in only seconds.  The twins were hot to be fucked and fucked hard.

	"I hope we can perform," I cautioned.  "DeWayne and I have been
swappin' a lot of loads since this morning and this afternoon.  Old
Reliable may run outta bullets soon."

	"Never gonna happen," Karl replied between moans.  "I remember well
how you drilled us a month ago all night long."

	"A dick this hard isn't gonna wilt anytime soon," Keith agreed,
pushing back into each hard pump up his ass from DeWayne.

	After a couple of minutes, we switched partners.  I plugged into
Keith and DeWayne took on Karl.  I tried to go as slowly as I could, but
the twins have a knack of suckin' dick with their ass muscles that always
left me with little choice as to when I'd cum.  This was no exception.

	DeWayne leaned over and kissed me.  Then, he said, "I'm about to
cum.  Wanna switch or finish here?"  I shrugged.  "Here, then!" he bellowed
as his hips pounded Karl's hungry ass.  "Damn!" he roared.  "I can't stop
cumming!"

       The sloppy sound of a wet hole being fucked tickled my cum button
and I exploded up Keith's ass.  "Fuckin' CUMMING!" I shouted, spraying huge
wads of jizz deep up my brother's ass.  I couldn't believe how hard I'd
cum, considering how much I'd already squirted today with DeWayne.

       "Damn! What a hot ass!" DeWayne moaned when he finally pulled out.
I nodded in silent agreement.  Keith's ass had been every bit as good as I
knew Karl's had been to DeWayne.

	"Great appetizer," Keith sighed, sticking out his tongue and
showing us his brother's load that he'd sucked out while we'd plowed their
butts.  Karl showed off white cream on his tongue, too.  "Now, we gotta
finish cleaning up.  You two get back to the kitchen and finish dinner,"
Keith instructed.  They worked their butts around until both of them were
rimming each other (felching would be more accurate).  Considering that
they lived together at the age of 23 (and that they'd been having sex with
each other since they were 8), it shouldn't have surprised me to know that
they frequently fucked each other bareback, then felched.

	"That looks like fun!" DeWayne grinned.

	"You'd get the same flavors as they're experiencing by both of us
suckin' each other's dicks," I suggested.  And so we did.

	After rinsing off again, the twins joined us on the deck while I
attending to the cooking chores.

	"Damn, John," Keith observed, "this boy sure do favor you."

	"He does like me it seems," I responded.

	"No, Man!" he corrected.  "I mean he looks enough like you to be a
brother."

	"You think so?"

	"Fuck, yeah!" Karl agreed.  "Not exactly twins like us, but sure
looks like family."

	"How old are you, DeWayne?" Keith asked.

	"Uh, your brother's age," he replied, scrambling quickly to recall
personal data on John's computer, "25."

	"Did Daddy do some seed sewing before he married Momma or even
after?" Karl wondered.

	"I know he had a string of girlfriends before he got married," I
ventured.

	"And he did some things he won't talk about to anyone that concerns
his bachelor party," Keith added.  "I wonder if he made some other boys."

	"What day's your birthday, Bruh?" Keith asked the alien.

	DeWayne knew he didn't want his real birthday which was millennia
ago, but one that would be in Earth terms.  "May 14th," DeWayne finally
answered, recalling that John's was May 15th.

	"Damn!  That's just TOO coincidental," Karl exploded.  "Where you
born, Man?"

	DeWayne quickly decided.  "Here."

	"Damn!" the three brothers said in unison.

	"You know your daddy?"

	"Yeah, of course," DeWayne replied.

	"You sho'?" Keith pressed.

	"Yeah, I'm sho'," DeWayne bristled, but said so in Keith's
vernacular.

	"Be cool, Man," Keith soothed.  "Didn't mean nothin' by it.  It's
just so damned coincidental and all."

	"We cool," DeWayne assured him.  "I know what you thinkin' and I
don't see how it could be."

	"Well, you two do look a whole lot alike," Karl ventured.  "And
it's all good," he grinned, "especially in bed."

	DeWayne smiled.  "Yeah, you almost as good as yo' big brutha!"

	"We better," they insisted.

	"Well, I'd have to sample more to be sure," DeWayne laughed.

	We sucked up another bottle of champagne and ate dinner.  After we
watched a movie on one of the premium channels, they urged us back into my
bedroom for a nightcap.  Who were we to argue?

	This time, Keith got DeWayne's load and Karl got mine.  We switched
twice before we spray painted their ass tunnel walls.  With good grace,
they finally left me alone with my new bed partner.  I thought it was
pretty tacky of them to barge in like they did on my new fuck buddy, but
DeWayne had insisted, so I'd relented.

	"You okay?" DeWayne asked when I shut the front door behind Keith
and Karl.

	"Yeah, I'm fine," I sighed.  "I guess I'm being a pig, wanting to
keep you all to myself, and not share you with the twins."

	"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, sounding contrite.  "I should have
thought of your feelings about this before I insisted that you invite them.
But, this whole man to man sex thing is so wonderfully new to me, I
couldn't resist."

	"I know," I replied.  "I shouldn't be such a tight ass about it.
You have every right to want to expand your knowledge of this."

	"But, not at your expense, John."

	"No harm, no foul," I smiled and gave him a hug.  My hand strayed
to his beautiful ass and both hard muscle cheeks.  "Besides, I still got
this."

	"Yeah, their needs were clearly dick, not ass," DeWayne chortled.
"You got all night to stop that," he added with a kiss.

	"You don't need to go home?"

	"You're trying to get rid of me?"

	"Gawd!  NO!"

	"Then, let's go to bed.  We've had a busy day," he suggested.

	It was after 10 p.m. so I didn't resist at all.  We slowly
undressed each other, kissing newly exposed skin as we disrobed.  His hard
pecs were a particular delight when his nips stood up as they appreciated
my tongue, lips, and teeth.  My fingers delved deeply between his dark,
butt cheeks.  He moaned with each light pass over his pucker.

	Finally naked, I pushed him on to the bed and fell atop him.
"You're the best kisser I've ever been with," I smiled down at him.

	"I've had a good instructor," he beamed, looking deeply into my
eyes, "in more than kissing."

	I moved slightly, sliding my hard dick under his heavy ball bag.
My precum-slickened dickhead probed at his musky hole.  His legs wrapped
around my waist and his hungry ass chewed at my manhood.

	"No so fast, big boy," I moaned.  "That pretty ass is gonna need
some preparation."  I kissed him lightly on the lips and moved quickly down
to his dick, lapping up the spilling precum before descending farther
south.  I vaguely tasted ass on his dickhead, but my immediate interests
were lower.  My lips closed over one roiling nut, then the other.  Both
together would have been impossible.  They were so large that I had to
smile at the conclusion I'd reached: big nuts, big loads.

	He pulled his knees into his chest, spreading his muscular ass
cheeks.  I sniffed.  Yeah, this man has the hottest fuck hole I've ever
tasted, I decided, dipping my tongue into his rosebud.  As much cum as I'd
squirted up his ass already today, I knew I only needed to lube up his back
door, not the tunnel.  He squirmed beneath me as my oral digit resolutely
explored his pucker.  A large hand pushed at the back of my head, urging me
to search deeper and spread his asshole farther open.

	"Oh, fuck, yeah!" DeWayne moaned.  "That's so good!  Eat my ass
out, Baby!"  I lapped, and licked, and sucked on his horny hole until he
was begging me to fuck him hard and deep.  "Give it to me, John!  I gotta
have it!  Fuck ME!"

	I pulled away from his ass and kissed him, my boned dick bouncing
wetly against his tongued hole.  He grabbed my dick hungrily with one hand
and shoved four inches of it up his ass.  His fuck tunnel was wet and warm,
cum lubing my descent.  With both hands on my ass, he pulled me harder into
him.  I wasn't sure if he was that ready for the invasion, but his
welcoming ass belied my concern.

	"Damn, Baby, you gotta hot ass," I moaned when my dick hit bottom.

	"I've needed this since this afternoon," DeWayne crooned.  "You the
only one who has the moves I need!"

	"Why didn't you get one of the boys to fuck you?" I asked in a
whisper, afraid any loud noise would make me cum.  My eyes were squeezed
shut.  If I looked at his ass with my dick in it, it'd be all over.  Eating
his ass, kissing his full lips, feeling his deep fuck tunnel chew my hard
dick was taking a heavy toll.  I don't think I've ever been this close to
losing a load this soon after entering manhole.

	"You're the only one with a dick big enough to reach me," he
smiled.  I barely saw his grin through my nearly sealed eyelids.

	"You keep doin' that DeWayne and I'll nut!" I warned him.

	"Doin' what?" he giggled and put more pressure on my fuck stick
with his ass muscles.  I wasn't even moving.  Fucking friction would have
finished me off long ago.  He was eating my dick so well with his steamy,
creamy fuck tunnel, I was sure I couldn't last much longer.

	"You must want a load real bad, DeWayne," I grimaced.  "I'm about
to blow!  Stop eating my dick with your ass!"

	He only grinned and kept sucking with his hole.  I pulled out.  If
I'd stayed any longer, he'd have had my nut.  "I want it to last more than
a few microseconds, Man!" I objected laughing.

	"Maybe, I don't," he laughed up at me.  "I need this!" he repeated,
grabbing my dick and shoving it back up his gaping manhole again.

	"You win, I can't hold back," I sighed with pleasure.  The act of
shoving it back up his tight tunnel had tripped the lever.  I'd breached
the point of no return.  Cumming was inevitable and I might as well enjoy
the ride.  I slammed forward, burying my dick all the way up his welcoming
butt.  His hands on my ass held me in place, and his interior butt muscles
finished me off.  There was no point in protesting.  We were well beyond
that.

	I felt my dick jerk and swell inside him.  My tightened nuts
kicked, sending a shock wave of pleasure through my pistoning body.  I was
going to ride this climax wave and get the most out of it that I could.  He
pulled my face down and kissed me hard, our tongues battling for supremacy.
I didn't care about that battle.  My dick was sowing my seeds and I needed
to plant them deeply and often.  My body convulsed repeatedly as more jizz
coursed into him in tsunami waves.  His greedy ass drank heavily of each
vicious jab and jetting jizz spray.

	My muffled shouts of climax reverberated through his head as we
kissed harder and harder, my climax dictating the terms of his surrender to
my savage breeding.  I pounded his upturned ass with hard, repeated thrusts
against his butt.  His hungry hole swallowed me eagerly.

	His hands held me tightly, his body thrashing about as much as mine
did on top of him.  Finally, it registered to me that he'd squirted out a
load, too.  Our wet bodies weren't glued together only by sweat, but by his
white dick gravy as well.  Upon reflection, I remembered his love tunnel
gripping me particularly hard in the middle of my climaxing power-fuck.  If
I hadn't been so consumed by my own spasming, breeding dick, I'd have
noticed much sooner.  I'd probably have also noticed that the bellows of
pleasure reverberating through his head were his shouts of joy, too.

	With waning climaxes, our kiss finally broke.  "Fuck!  That was
good!" DeWayne breathed heavily.  "You fucked it right out of me and bred
me at the same time."

	"I had no idea you were so close," I apologized.  "No small wonder
that you wanted my dick back in your ass so bad."

	"I was on the brink when you were eating my ass," he revealed.
"How do you do that?"

	"I just did what felt good.  I didn't think you were into it so
much that you'd cum with just my tongue up your ass."

	"You're so good at this that I'd probably cum just looking at your
hot body and beautiful dick and ass," he smiled.

	I pulled slowly out of his ass and licked up most of his spilled
jizz from his chest and abs.  We kissed again, but far more tenderly this
time.  "You're the best sex I've ever had, DeWayne," I finally managed.
"I've never nutted for another man this much.  You sure know how to milk
it."

	"You aren't so bad yourself, John.  It can't be often that a man
cums just by getting fucked."

	"It does happen, but not that frequently," I allowed.  "For me, it
feels like I cum from my toes."

	"Yeah, exactly!" DeWayne laughed.  "I thought I was gonna piss all
over both of us when I finally shot my load.  And I couldn't stop!"

	I leaned over and sucked off the last two drops of jizz from the
head of his semi-flaccid dick.  It was still large.  I wondered how long it
drooled cum.  I'd have to check a minute or so from now to see if I could
harvest more.  Not wanting to wait, I squeezed his dick and two more white
drops of nut butter leaked out.  I licked those up, too.

	"You wanna sleep now or get outta bed for a while longer?" I asked.

	The alien noticed that the body he'd created was fatigued.  It
would be well for both of them to sleep for a while.  They'd had a very
busy day indeed.  "Sleep," Dewayne agreed.

	During the night, the alien left enough life force in the body he'd
created to keep the being alive, but asleep.  The rest of his energy, he
moved about the house, finally settling in at his new friend's computer and
accessing the vast resources of the internet.  He stumbled upon John's tax
records, wondering what they were.  Ah, yes, he said to himself.  As on
many other worlds, there is a structured government with the need for funds
to run it.  In fact, there were several levels of government where this man
lived.  Taxes were withheld with each pay period and a final settling up at
the beginning of the new year (plus or minus).  He'd need to create an
electronic signature and history for the funds that John had suddenly
acquired through the aliens intervention at the cash machine while they
were at Multnomah Falls.

	With that accomplished, he checked for additional details that
needed to be adjusted, created, cross-referenced, and settled.  Their
systems for governing themselves seemed overly complex, but it wasn't his
place to fix that, too.  He'd only wanted to give John some peace of mind
about his money.  This had become complicated.  However, the alien was sure
he'd fixed everything, so he did more data exploring of the flora and fauna
of this richly bio-diverse planet.  It was all fascinating.  The diversity
of plants and animals was amazing considering the short time they'd had to
recover from the last cataclysm visited upon them from space.  And there
were other theories involving volcanism which explained other near
extinctions on this blue gem of a planet.

	As dawn approached, he decided to return to the body he'd created
and wait for the human to awaken.  He's not press him to stir, but allow
him to rest peacefully until his normal sleep cycle was complete.  He was
tempted to plant a memory about his new found money, but decided against
it.  It would be more interesting to see how John reacted to his new
wealth.  Would it change him: for better or for worse?  And what was he
going to do about the likeness between them that the twins had seen?  Was
that a problem or just an observation that wasn't going anywhere?  He'd
have to let that one play out for a while longer before there might be a
need to act.  Taking another species form was always easy, but fitting into
their social structures and beliefs was where things could go terribly
wrong.

	But, this didn't look like one of those situations.  So far, this
had been an unexpected joy.

	John stirred, rolled over on his side facing away from DeWayne, and
returned to a deep sleep.  Let the man rest.  I need time to correlate all
the new data I've acquired anyway.



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