Date: Sat, 20 May 2006 09:24:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Enoch Root <enochthepink@yahoo.com>
Subject: Meta - Return Home

Disclaimer:  This is not for the faint of heart, or anyone
particularly offended by man-man intercourse of any type.
Some sexual encounters will be occurring between minors and
adults, and are not to be actually consummated in real life.
If any such things are offensive to you, it would be wise to
stop reading now.

Content (So you don't have to READ to find out): Fucking
Between two Soldiers, Mild Sci-Fi, Brother-Brother
Flirtation (More to Come in the Sequel.)

Comments?  Observations?  Etc?  Feel free to Email me @
enochthepink@yahoo.com

Meta
-Return Home-

     Eric Roberts gets off the scramjet at the spaceport to
see his little brother, Lucas, holding one of those stupid
signs you see in movies.  It was ridiculous to think that
Eric wouldn't recognize his own brother, even among the
hundreds of people present, and even if you took into
account that Eric hadn't seen Lucas for five years.
     "Lucas, you're still a tard."  Eric says, dropping his
carry-on as he slaps his sixteen year old brother on the
back.  Lucas' eyes water up, and they go into a bear hug.
     "I missed you so much!"  Lucas comes out of the hug
with tears running down his cheeks.
     "Yeah, me too.  Letters are not really worth the
effort, you don't get what you want from being in person.
Where's Dad?"  Eric says, a little sniffly too.  The port is
filled with families meeting just like Eric and Lucas, but
unlike them, most include parents of some kind.  The boys
had lost their mother some ten years ago, Lucas barely
remembers her particulars; but their father, Brian, has been
a rock in their lives since forever.
     "Dad is on duty, but he'll be back tonight.  Late.  He
sent me, gave me some money for a cab to wherever for
dinner, and said he'd be back before we went to bed."
     "You guys. I mean, do we. still live in the same
place?"  Eric says, as the boys start walking to grab his
luggage.
     "Yeah, of course.  Mom built the place, so Dad will
probably never move."  Lucas says, Eric's luggage is one of
the first to come down the carousel.  A couple of duffle
bags full of military issue, and one nice suitcase full of
civilian stuff that he got to wear like once in every couple
of months.  Guard duty on an asteroid colony is not the best
position to pull, but it does pay well for its inane
boredom, Eric probably won't have to work for the year he's
on furlough.
     "Yeah.  So, any girlfriends?"  Eric says, trying to
change the subject.
     "Me, no.  Dad, definitely no." Lucas says, sort of
bashful.
     "No bigs.  I've been hitting cold up where I was, as of
late."  Eric says, a furrow in his brow.  A girl up there
broke his heart a few months ago, and Eric hasn't been able
to date since.  Not that there are a lot of eligibles up in
the middle of space.  Sadly, no green women in real life.
     "Yeah, well.  It's not that I haven't tried, it's just
I'm-"Lucas starts, as they exit the terminal headed for the
train.  Monorail system in New York has gotten a lot cleaner
since Eric saw it last, all smooth white lines, and none of
the urine smell.
     "Awkward?  Sure, happens all the time, bro.  When I was
your age, I wasn't much bigger than you, but I just got
myself out there.  Meeting people is the most important
part."  Eric says, clapping his brother on the back again.
Lucas is about five-seven, a little over one-fifty (Eric is
guessing), with the same dark brown hair and light blue eyes
that all the boys of the Roberts family share.  Lucas is
actually looking pretty active for his age, even through the
bulky T-shirt the boy is sporting, Eric can tell that his
kid brother wasn't kidding when he said that he swims `all
the time'.
     "Yeah.  I guess I just need to calm down, is all."
Lucas says, as they get on the train.
     "Hey, where are we going?"  Eric sort of blurts, as the
train jumps to a start, nearly knocking the twenty year old
on his ass.  Eric is about six foot five, a thick two-
thirty, with his hair cut very tight above the ears.  Like
all of the Roberts men, Eric has a small Irish nose, always
a little red, with small squinty eyes that sparkle from time
to time, depending on the availability of booze and ladies
to share it with.  Eric takes more after his father, having
a strong jaw, which Eric hasn't shaven since he left the
asteroid.  Lucas takes after their uncle, with a slightly
more pointed jaw-line, and more angular cheekbones.
Destined to keep the swimmer's build forever, sadly, and
never to be the brick houses his father and older brother
ended up.
      "I figured Downtown is always a good place to start.
We can hit up this Italian place I heard about from a kid at
school, I hear they have cheap beers and tend not to card."
Lucas says absent mindedly, making his brother assume that
he has frequented places of loose licensure before.
     As such, the boys reach the restaurant in one piece,
bringing entirely too much baggage with them, which the
hostess is nice enough to keep behind her little podium
thing.  The restaurant is dank, a bit too far into old-town,
but still on the good side of the tracks, as it were.
     Lucas was right about the carding situation, and both
boys get thoroughly wasted during their dinner.  Lucas whips
out their father's credit card, and the boys are in a cab
headed home before they know it.
     Brian has kept the place up exactly how Eric remembers
it.  They live a touch into New York proper, meaning outside
of the major sprawl of the city, and therefore have the
luxury of a swatch of lawn the size of Eric's bedroom.  It
has a flower bed running along the base of the house, full
of Iris.  The house is an old style, dark red brick with
black wood running about it.  Lots of flat planar areas, and
thick bold lines.  Like a sketch of a brick house, mixed
with a sketch of a Japanese flat.
     Lucas lets them in, then proceeds to scream at the top
of his lungs, "Dad!  You home yet?!"
     "Shh, bro!  Does Dad even know you drink, because I
wasn't allowed to till I turned eighteen."  Eric says,
grabbing his brother by the shoulders.
     "Hmm?  Nah, Dad's usually too busy with his work to
notice stuff like that.  Anyway, I'm hot, wanna jump in the
hot-tub?"
     "Lucas, that doesn't make any sense."  Eric starts, but
his brother is already stripping down.  Shirt thrown off
first, showing Lucas' toned torso, a bit bulkier than Eric
expected.  Smooth as a baby still, but Eric knows that that
is destined to change.  Then the pants, Lucas almost trips
as he pulls out one leg, but he leans against the couch for
the other one.  Thick legs too, good definition for someone
so young.  Lucas is getting a lot of sun too, as Eric has
yet to see a tan-line on the boy.
     "Uh. you comin' Eric?"  Lucas says, laughing, as he
adjusts himself in his boxers.  Lucas waits about half a
second, then jogs out towards the kitchen, and out the back
door to the hot tub.
     "Whatever."  Eric laughs, dropping trow, and pulling
off his shirt and heading outside.
     When Eric gets outside, Lucas is already in the tub,
with the bubbles running full blast.  The boy is leaning
back, with his arms outstretched along the sides of the tub.
Eric eases in, it's quite hot already.
     "So... you have fun up there?"  Lucas says, drowsy
sounding.
     "Yeah. I guess.  It is a lot of work, keeping the
asteroid colony running, monitoring imports and exports,
making sure everyone obeys the laws, and whatnot."  Eric
kinda rattles out, pretty sure Lucas isn't really listening.
     "Oh yeah?  I just got a job programming for the company
that makes those colonies."  Lucas says, his eyes focusing
on Eric again.
     "That's great bro!  You start already?"
     "Nah, I told them I wanted a couple of weeks with you
before I started.  Crazy hours, and what not."  Lucas
stammers, fumbling under the water, then pulling out his
boxers.  "Too fucking hot, if you ask me."
     "Heh, yeah.  Guess we are brothers, so it doesn't
really matter one way or the other."  Eric laughs, pulling
out his boxers too.  Nice to be free of the fuckers, never
get to be naked for very long when you have twenty
roommates.
     "So what you guys do for fun up there?"
     "Heh, pretty much just drink, occasionally we get to go
to the entertainment district and see a live show, or
something.  Nothing exciting at all.  Most guys just go out
and trowel for chicks, but I'm more of a relationship kind
of guy.  I had a girl a while back, but it didn't work out."
     "That sucks."
     "Oh!  I almost forgot; I have a present for you.  You
need to remind me to give it to you after we get out,
because it's actually pretty fucking awesome.  You just have
to keep it a secret, because we got then illegally from a
seizure we did a while back."
     "Cool!  You want another drink; I got some vodka hidden
in my room."
     "Sure, I guess.  You need help?"  Eric says, his breath
caught short as his brother jumps out of the tub.  Lucas has
a thick uncut cock, really long for his age, or most ages
for that matter, and he doesn't even attempt to hide it as
he slides out of the pool.
     "No, you just sit tight."  Lucas grunts as he stands,
turning around to show two perfectly rounded cheeks.  Eric
is hard, luckily the water hides that sort of thing.
Although with Eric, and apparently Lucas, that is a barely
sort of shielding.  Eric is proud of his cock, a thick
soldier of about ten inches in length with a strong vein
running up on top.  Many a soldier has commented on his
little friend, getting him the nickname "Big Eric" in Basic.
A couple have commented on how it tastes as well, but that
was during the hard-up times at the asteroid, where one girl
for every ten guys is a lucky day.  Those rules don't apply
down here.  Yet, Eric is still rock hard, and his brother is
the reason.  Perhaps some more booze will do the trick.
     Eric waits about five minutes, Lucas still nowhere to
be seen, and then decides to investigate.  To avoid undue
problems later, he throws his boxers across a lawn chair
near the hot tub, and grabs Lucas' too.  The backyard is
immaculate, and Eric doesn't want the first thing his dad
says to him to be `what the fuck did you do to my yard,"
something he remembers hearing a lot when he was younger.
     Eric pads inside, "Lucas, you okay?"
     Eric goes left at the kitchen, to the stairs leading
out of the living room, up those down the hall past his old
room to the second on the left.  He knocks twice, and then
opens the door.  Lucas is passed out face down on his bed,
still naked as the day he was born, and spread eagled.  It's
a warm night, so Lucas is probably fine like that, so Eric
closes the door behind him and after running downstairs to
get his luggage, retires to his old room.
     Their dad set up Eric's room quite nicely, changing out
the double bed for a king, and keeping the childhood
mementos to a minimum.  The bed is a nice dark hardwood,
very basic, with a tall flat headboard.  Eric's old desk was
refinished to match, and is pretty clean, barring the
occasional swimming trophy or photo of him and his brother.
Eric throws down his bags, and opens one in particular.  He
digs through a pile of dirty clothes to find a small box, he
opens it gingerly.
     "Meta, come out."  Eric whispers, dropping the black
box inside the box, a smooth cube of a deep red approaching
black, that goes back towards red in color as it sort of
floats for a second.  Then an image appears, sort of a
thinly veiled outline of a woman, but she quickly
solidifies.  A full-size, petite really, woman is sitting on
the floor, Indian style, before Eric who is sitting on the
bed.
     "Eric.  Hello.  What would you like today?"  She is a
beautiful woman, perhaps twenty or so, perfectly naked.
Perfect.
     "My.. br- my roommate at Basic again, Nick."  Eric
grunts, adjusting how he is sitting.  Meta stands up, and
her form begins to contort, she fills out in all the places
that Eric remembers about his roommate.  Nick is a thick
guy, not overweight by anyone's imagination, just built and
not cut, a man who could rip you in two, but still eat more
chili fries in one sitting than anyone Eric has ever met.
Nick is about five eleven,  and Eric remembers him weighing
in at around two eighty, he has a hairy chest just like
Eric, and a pretty decent cock, from what glimpses Eric had
in the shower.  Nick is blond, although his head is shaven,
so his chest is covered in light brown hair.  Nick has a
thick nose, a pronounced brow, and the squinty green eyes of
a drill sergeant, constantly seeming angry.  Eric has had a
crush on the guy since he first saw him, thighs nearly
bursting out of his green uniform pants.
     "Fuck guy, you're naked already!"  Nick grunts at him,
he appeared in full uniform, just how Eric likes to remember
him.  Eric stands, pulling Nick by his shirt, and they match
mouths instantly.  Tongues fighting for supremacy.  Eric's
chin is itched by Nick's stubble as he grabs the naked
soldier to pull him in closer.
     "It's been a long time, Nick."
     "Yeah.  You still kiss like a girl."  Nick grunts back,
pushing Eric on to the bed, and fumbling with the buttons on
his shirt.  He eventually manages to rip the fucker off, and
noticing Eric's eyes on his body, he makes a show of it,
twirling the shirt around his head while he gyrates slowly.
"You like it like this, fucker?"
     "I don't think I need to answer that."  Eric laughs,
his cock is rock hard, the head of which is poking him in
the bellybutton while he leans on both elbows.
     Nick throws the shirt in the corner, and it disappears
as it hits the ground.  Eric doesn't notice that as Nick is
going for his pants now.  Nick unzips the green cargos
slowly, the tight fabric loosening ever so geologically.
Eric is biting his lip as Nick's thick fingers pass the
midway point, Eric can see Nick's briefs, a white flash as
the zipper finally opens.
     "Hey, eyes!"  Nick yells, Eric looks up into Nick's
eyes, a hot force pulsing from them.  Obedience is not a
question.  "You want me to continue?"
     "Y-yeah..."
     "Then order it.     "  Nick grumbles, anger rumbling in
his thick throat.
     "Sergeant Dunkirk, I order you to strip."  Eric says,
sounding angry and trailing to breathless.  Nick nods, and
starts gyrating again, his thick hands pull apart his pants,
revealing his briefs, already wet with precum. He turns his
back to Eric, pulling the trousers slowly over his thick
ass, his back muscles rippling as he bends forward and pulls
them off.  Eric has his cock in one hand, and is stroking
fast, the sound of slapping on flesh audible.
     Nick turns around slowly, flexing his arms and chest,
as he junts his package forward.  The tight white briefs
barely contain his cock, which is sort of running up to the
waistband, then left to his thigh, still at half-staff
apparently.  Nick is sweating, his chest wet and his smell
apparent to Eric who is moaning as he watches.
     Nick walks forward, and knocks away Eric's hand.  He
gestures with his left hand that Eric should sit up, and
then he pulls the soldier forward on the bed, allowing the
Sergeant to strattel his legs.  Nick grabs Eric's head, and
shoves his tongue down his throat, grinding his ass on the
thick pole below him.  Nick's ass is quickly wet with precum
as he moves back and forth along Eric's lap.
     "Fuck."  Eric moans his hands too busy stabilizing the
two soldiers to help out his little one.  He wants to come
so bad it hurts.
     "You wanna fuck me, Soldier?"  Nick grunts in Eric's
ear.  His breath smells like Wild Turkey and cigarettes.
Just like Eric remembers.
     "You've never let me be-"
     "Well, now is a special fucking occasion.  So do you
fucking want to or not?"  Nick is gritting his teeth, his
ass clenching on Eric's cock like a vise.
     "Of course.  I-uhhh. I've always dreamed-"
     "Fuck that.  Say it."
     "Sergeant Dunkirk, strip and get in the position, I am
going to fuck you."
     "Yes, sir."  Nick says forcefully, he stands quickly,
allowing Eric to stand.  Nick then jumps back on the bed,
rolling unto his stomach.  He pulls his briefs off like they
are on fire, and his cock bursts out like a caged tiger.
It's probably about seven inches, thick as Eric has ever
seen, and veiny.  The bulky foreskin is pulled back half-way
off his spear shaped head, and the whole thing is shiny from
sweat and cum.  Nick rolls over, pushing his ass into the
air.  A thick pair of cheeks, covered in a fine dusting of
light brown hairs, is positioned inches from Eric's
throbbing cock.  Lucky for Eric, this is a Metamorph, and he
won't have to worry about lube or pre-game stretches.  Lady
they confiscated the shipment from said they were better
than real people, and in a way the lady was right.
     Nick's head is bent under to the left, so he can look
through the gap between his thick arm and his ripped thigh.
"You going to fucking do it or what?  I'm hungry for that
fucking seed I know you've been saving for me."  His voice
seems almost hoarse with anticipation, and he is dripping
sweat.
     "Sergeant, did I give you permission to speak?"  Eric
grunts, shoving his hips forward, and sliding his thick
piece into Nick's warm ass.  Eric pounds all the way in, his
nuts slapping the back of Nick's, sort of sticking for a
moment as he pulls all the way back out for another go at
it.
     "Uh--- fuck... Per-fuck-mission to speak-fuck fuck,
yeah --- freely..."  Nick can barely breathe, let alone
speak, but Eric grunts acceptance.  Eric charges in and out
with a fury, taking out all his lust and all his aggression
in one barrage.  His fuzzy ass clenching at each thrust,
sweat dripping off his brow, and down his inner arms, his
hands grasping Nick's thick hips for dear life.
     "Fuck-harder, guy!"
     "Hmph. Do what I can."  Eric hisses, slamming his cock
into Nick's tight hole, sliding as deep as he can as fast as
he can, and feeling the Sergeant's innards clench hungrily
on his cock every inch of the way.
     "Common! Fuck-fucking unleash your fucking load-I
wanna. uhhhh.. I wanna feel it."  Nick grunts as his arms
try desperately to keep him from being slammed into the head
board; Eric is fucking him like a madman.
     "Get ready for it then! Fuck---ughhh!" Eric yells, his
whole body tensing at his last thrust, and then it happens.
Hot man-juice pulses hard out of Eric, coating Nick's inside
with wave after wave of sperm.  Eric grabs Nick's sides,
leaning forward as his cock unloads all his lust into the
muscular soldier.  Eric looks at Nick to see him grunt
suggestively, and Eric rolls off the man unto his back,
breathing in gasps and moans.  Nick strattles the younger
man, Nick is about twenty-four to Eric's recollection, and
starts jerking his cock with his meaty right hand, his left
fingering Eric's asshole.
     "You want me to fuck you?'  Nick moans, his cock
throbbing in his grip, precum oozing out of his foreskin as
it slides back and forth over his spear-head.
     "I-I wanna see you come."  Eric grunts, twisting a
nipple with his left hand, guiding Nick's finger farther
into his ass with the other.
     "Alright, sir.  Hmph.. fuck.. this feels goo-d.  Your
ass is so fucking tight, I wish I could fuck it."  Nick
grunts, thrusting into his hand like he would into Eric,
something Eric has had happen a couple of times.  It's
usually how Eric ends it, Nick sucks him off, then Eric gets
fucked, then end of story.  Today is different, today Eric
wants to see Nick's face when he blasts his load.  Right
before Eric left for furlough, he caught Nick jerking off in
the bathroom of the dorms, but stayed hidden.  Eric saw a
glimpse of Nick's cock as he jerked off into the sink, but
mostly he saw his face, his thick jaw clenching shut, his
eyes squinting, his teeth biting his lower lip just a touch,
and then-
     "Fu---ck!"  Nick thrusts, his come flying forward,
hitting the headboard, Eric's hair, his left cheek, then his
chest, and then pooling on his stomach.  "Heh, you think I
didn't see you there?  Of course I did, fucker.  But I don't
care if people catch me, not like you do." Nick taunts,
milking his snake for any last drops.  Nick caught Eric in
the shower a couple months back, he just laughed and turned
on the shower farthest from him.  Told him to finish up
quick, because a couple more guys were coming in a minute or
two.  Eric wasn't sure what to do then, so he did just that.
Came into the drain, and washed up and left.  He had looked
over at Nick twice during his shameful little escapade, once
he saw Nick laughing, the next just washing his chest.
Occasionally someone would make a comment about jerking off
at lunch, and Nick would look at Eric and snicker to one of
the other sergeants, then both would get a good belly laugh.
Eric was embarrassed as all get out about it, but he still
pulled his cock to the idea of Nick watching him jerk-off.
Mostly to that moment when Nick first saw Eric's cock in his
hand, Eric always tried to read a want in that look of
surprise, then laughter. a hunger.
     Nick falls on Eric, breathing hard, smearing cum
between the two of them.  "You want me to sleep here, fuck-
face?"
     "No.  I uh. I need you to switch back to your regular
form and go sleep with my brother.  Try not to wake him up;
you are to be a surprise."  Eric says reluctantly, the heat
from the sergeant making him hard again.
     "Oh." Nick says huskily, giving Eric a goodbye kiss
before rolling off the bed.  When Meta stands, he is a she
again.
     "Hey, can you put on a nightgown or something?"
     "Of course, Eric."  Meta bends over, and pulls up a
gown that wasn't there before.  A lace number that covers
all the naughty parts.  No reason to give Lucas a heart
attack.
     "And remember, he's a virgin, so be nice to him."  Eric
says wistfully, missing Nick already.
     "Of course, Eric.  Now go clean up." Meta purrs as she
leaves the room, Eric notices he is still covered in come.
The shot `Nick' took must have been his own come, otherwise
it would have disappeared with Meta moving more than a few
feet away.  With a grunt, Eric gets up and takes a shower.
A hot shower, which Eric proceeds to whistle during.  After
drying off, Eric opens the door to see his father passing by
in the hall.
     "Hey, dad."  Eric says, suddenly conscious of his being
completely naked.  He covers his manhood with his hands.
     "Eric! Good to see you got back alright.  Hope you
brought some clothes with you, because we are going to have
to go grab a beer together now that you are old enough."
Brian laughs, slapping his son on the ass.  Eric realizes
his father is drunk.
     "Well, I'll see you in the morning, Dad."  Eric laughs
self-consciously.
     "Yeah, lunch. definitely!"  Brian laughs hard, grabs
Eric's shoulder, and heads into the bathroom.  Long day
tomorrow. long day indeed.

To Be Continued...
Next Time:  Lucas Fucks the Metamorph and Brian and the Sons
Get Drunk. What'll Happen.?

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~Enoch