By Robert Heinberg
(Cummin’Up.Vol2.No2.1990)
My roomie Cliff is a sci-fi buff. That’s Cliff. He likes to read sci-fi in the
buff — totally naked, with his big, long dong hanging out. As it swells he
naturally strokes it — like I mind. If this sexy guy gets aroused by reading
from visitors from space then it’s ok with me — especially since I get the
benefit of it.
When I get on my knees in front of him and start sucking that ready to blast off
spaceship with its big payload of sweet juice in those two hairy ball like
storage tanks, my asshole tingles with excitement. Well, of course, he
temporarily forgets his reading material of mysterious invaders in favour of the
real world. His cock goes in my mouth after which we take turns fucking each
other in the ass.
You can see why I don’t mind these flights of fantasy of his. But one day when I
came home from work he said he thought the guy next door was an alien from some
other planet, maybe some other star or galaxy.
And Cliff was serious.
“You don’t believe me,” he pouted.
I grabbed him, held him close, stuck my tongue down his throat and rubbed my
inflamed crotch against him. I lied, “Of course I believe you.”
“We’ve got to decide what to do,” he said.
“I agree with you wholeheartedly,” I said.
“Hole-heatedly,” is what I really meant, of course, because all day long at work
I’d been thinking of how nice it would be to shove my hard cock down Cliff’s
warm, wet throat, and up his hot, tight asshole.
I was also in the mood to do more than my share of sucking that delightful piece
of meat that not only had such a manly flavour to it but which also furnished
its own creamy dessert.
My kissing and rubbing was turning him on, there was no doubt about that. He
returned my kiss with enthusiasm and returned the rubbing motions of cock to
cock. Even through our clothes it was exciting as hell.
Reluctantly I released him, went to the radio and tuned in a soft-music station.
Turning to Cliff, I bowed. “May I have this dance?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he said playfully.
He was out of his clothes in an instant, beating me by a microsecond. Already
half aroused, we went into a clinch, embracing each other tightly, and began
dancing, mouth to mouth, chest to chest, crotch to crotch. Slowly — in time to
the leisurely music.
Cliff and I had a good relationship. The slam-bam-thank-you-man syndrome had
passed, and now it was more romantic but just as exciting. Our cocks rubbing
enticingly one against the other made them both hard and stiff rapidly and ready
for more intimate action.
Breathlessly, Cliff drew away from me. "How many planets are there in the solar
system?" he asked me.
"Sixty nine?" I guessed.
"Close enough," he gasped, taking my hand and pulling me toward the bedroom.
He didn't have to do much pulling, let me tell you. The sight of his tight,
rounded ass wiggling ahead of me made me want to wrestle him to the floor then
and there, spread those magnificently tanned cheeks, lick and lube his asshole
and plunge my big, hard dick right up into his tight puckered love tunnel!
Okay, so there are nine planets in our solar system and maybe the guy next door
came from one of them, but sixty nine was a better number for Cliff and me, as
we'd proved in the past and would prove again now. We hopped onto the bed, our
cocks bobbling tantalizingly, and assumed a side-by-side position in which we
could service and be serviced simultaneously.
There's something about a long, thick, stiff cock and a nice big pair of
succulent balls underneath that turns me into a starving cannibal. I could tell
Cliff felt the same way because his mouth was all over my crotch. I didn't waste
any time at my end either. I buried my nose in the crease of Cliff's ass and
licked and sucked his balls like a hungry man in a cafeteria.
I loved the manly smell of him, the naturally perfumed areas between his asshole
and his balls, the overpowering odor of those balls themselves and the spicy,
musky incense that emanated from his cock itself. He had taken a shower just
before I'd arrived home from work, so these were the real things — and they
turned me on like never before. I felt my own cock rise even harder and longer
in his mouth, getting ready for the ultimate thrill.
Meanwhile, I wanted to lick those big balls of his and suck that hard cock and
get myself that mouthful of thick cream I'd been longing for all day long.
I knew he wouldn't disappoint me. I sucked his sac between my lips and felt the
seeds pulsing with life, boiling in their tasty pouches. I ran my tongue up the
length of his throbbing schlong to the tip, where I twirled it around the knob,
licking up a droplet of pre-cum that had gathered in the quivering cum hole as
an appetizer. I slid my tongue around and around the ridge of his knob — a
maneuver that as a rule, made him very excited.
Now was no exception. He gasped, "I'm going to come, Robert. Let me come in your
mouth!"
Even though we both knew that's what we both wanted, I loved to hear those words
sliding from between his lips in a voice husky with passion.
I took the head of his cock between my lips, which I clamped hard around his
engorged flesh, grabbed the base of his stiffly swollen cock with two fingers
and stroked him with a steady rhythm. That, combined with my mouth on his
cockhead and coupled with my fingertips tickling the underside of his quivering
balls, quickly took him over the top.
Wow — what a blast! I'd taken his orgasm in my mouth dozens of times before but
this time was a veritable explosion of lust. His cream hit the root of my mouth
and ricocheted down my throat in a thick and hot steady stream that had me
gulping happily to get it all in. Even so, I couldn't contain it all, and some
of it leaked out and dribbled past my lips.
When he'd regained his breath he stared at me and laughed then pulled me to him
so he could gobble up the dribbling leftovers from my mouth and chin. At the
same time, his loving hands fondled my cock that his own mouth had already
gotten super-hard.
He gave that hard flesh a friendly pull and said into my open mouth, "I know a
special hole that would like to have this big thing inside it."
"My sentiments exactly," I assured him.
"Too bad you don't have two of these lovely things," he said wistfully, giving
my cock an extra shake. "You could stick the first one in my mouth and the
second one in my ass."
"I'll work on it," I said. "Meanwhile, suppose we make do with the one I do
have?"
With an eager squeal he twisted around on the bed on his hands and knees and
wriggled his ass at me. "Come on, Robert," he cooed. "Fuck my tight asshole with
your big beautiful cock!"
That was the best offer I'd had all day, and the very thing I'd been daydreaming
about at the office. But tight asshole was right. When Cliff clamped those ass
muscles around my invading cock the effect was spectacular but also sometimes
difficult. I had to make sure the way was lubed for me.
A little jelly does wonders, but there's a way to do it that's a lot more fun. I
stared for a moment at that gorgeous rounded ass of his, ran my eager eyes down
the curved crack to where his hairy balls and his long cock dangled so
enticingly.
Then I crawled up behind him, grabbed his ass cheeks in both my hands, spread
them wide, and dipped my pointed tongue into his puckered opening.
He squealed and quivered as my tongue tip speared into his delicate asshole, as
the flat of my tongue spread my dribbling saliva around the edge. I released one
hand from his cheek so I could ease it into the opening and slowly lube it up
with the spit I had placed there.
I always enjoyed finger-fucking my handsome roomie's delightful poop chute,
giving it the personal service of my own special saliva created for just this
purpose — and the neighbors probably knew that Cliff enjoyed it as much as I.
Perhaps more so — he was not exactly a quiet lay. When he enjoyed himself, he
enjoyed himself hugely.
And speaking of hugely, my cock was up to its maximum length, thickness and
hardness — and it was growing impatient to travel down that dark tunnel to the
promised land.
"Come on, Robert," Cliff was moaning over and over, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
I used both hands again to spread his cheeks. His trembling asshole seemed to
wink an invitation to me. I pressed the head of my swollen cock directly in its
center, and gently eased forward. Cliff's just-as-eager love tunnel sucked me
right into it and I followed through, continuing my thrust all the way until my
hard flesh was buried deep into his warm, tight ass, all the way until my balls
bumped against his thighs.
I have never have gotten over the exhilarating flush of excitement that flows
through me like a cataract when I have my stiff cock embedded in a man's body.
At that moment I have to pause to catch my breath and force down the volcanic
rumble that threatens to erupt the hot male fluids into my lover’s tight fuck
hole.
After a moment I gained control and, holding tightly onto Cliff's waist. I began
the thrusting motions of my cock in his asshole, ramming it in to the hilt in
slow, easy strokes, feeling and hearing my balls slap against his thighs, then
pulling it out almost to the tip, then plunging it back all the way in again.
As always it was a fantastic sensation for us both. A feeling that was almost
excruciating in it’s intensity. Relentlessly I slammed into him with a steady
rhythm, dragging wheezes of pleasure and groans of delight from between his
clenched teeth. As for me, my heart was pounding frantically, I could hardly
breathe and my fully engorged cock was experiencing the greatest, the most
fantastic joy that a human being could ever know.
We couldn't go on much further like that. Cliff's cock had re-hardened and
suddenly it lifted its beautiful head and began squirting cum once more. His
orgasm caused him to tighten his asshole, bringing his spasming sphincter to
bear on my fully-lodged cock.
I came — long and hard — sending my full load deep into his bowels with such
pressure that my cock was jetted back out from his asshole, still spurting off
my hot white cream.
I hadn't finished cumming yet when Cliff whirled around on the bed and took my
still active cock in his mouth to suck the remnant juices from it. I stuck my
own head between his legs in order to lap up my own cream that was dribbling
from it. It was a wonderful, fully satisfying suck-and-fuck session for us both,
no doubt about it.
We gradually became aware that someone was ringing our front door bell. Cliff
and I looked at each other and shrugged. We were cordial to the folks living
around us, but we never went out of our way to be especially neighbourly. "Maybe
it's the alien next door," I suggested, but the suddenly apprehensive look on my
roomie's handsome face made me regret saying it. I pulled on my bathrobe and
went to see who was there. Pulling on his own robe, Cliff was following along,
right at my heels.
Would you believe it really was our new neighbor, the alleged alien from some
distant planet? I had never noticed him particularly, but now up close he did
look a bit strange. Not outlandish or otherworldly, just — well, strange. He was
wearing an overcoat that stretched down to his ankles.
"I hope you don't mind," he said in a deep, resonant voice. "I've been making a
study of your earth cultures, and I find your sexual preferences far more
interesting than those of many of the other neighbors. I'd like to join you if I
may. And frankly, I think I would be a valuable addition to your sex games."
Before I could recover from that long-winded but fascinating statement, the
alien threw open his overcoat to reveal his naked body. I expected he'd have two
or three cocks or perhaps one that resembled an elephant's. But he had no cock
at all in his crotch — none whatsoever! Instead, there was a six-fingered hand
that would have been great to masturbate with if he had actually had something
to masturbate.
It was when he shook hands — if you could call it that — with both of us at the
same time that we realized this visitor from another world would indeed be a
welcome participant to our special brand of sex play.
The alien next door didn't have hands attached to his wrists. His arms
terminated in two of the longest, thickest cocks I'd ever seen! I remembered
what Cliff had said about wanting to suck a cock and get fucked simultaneously
and I had the pleasant feeling that from here on inm our sex was going to
literally be ‘out of this world.’
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