A work of pure fantasy with the usual warnings. Contains fictional depictions of sex between teen boys. Under eighteen - GO AWAY. This is illegal in your area - GO AWAY. This activity would offend you - GO AWAY.
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Alien Erection
It was a hot sunny afternoon. I had spent much of the day at Larsen's pond. It was a swimming hole hidden back in the woods on the abandoned Larsen farm. The swimming hole was for boys only and we usually skinny dipped. This had been a great day. Lots of my friends were there and we played together until it was time for me to leave.
I was crossing the old wooden bridge just before County Road 10. Suddenly, a bright light appeared from overhead. I stopped my bike and looked up. The light was so bright, I had to look away, momentarily blinded. The light seemed to hold me in one spot.
I tried to pedal my bike but couldn't move.
Without warning, I heard a faint humming noise and started to rise into the air. I was still holding the hand grips on my bike as I was lifted higher and higher. Finally, the weight of my bike became too much for me. I let go of it, and it crashed to the bridge below me. I could feel myself being lifted but couldn't see anything holding me. I looked around the countryside as I went higher. Over a mile away, I saw the little town I lived in. I tried to look up again, only to be blinded by the light.
As I rose even higher, I could make out a dark shadow above me. It became clearer the closer I got. It was large and circular and its metal surface gleamed in the sun. I realized that the light was coming from the center of this object. As an avid watcher of X-Files and The Outer Limits, I recognized it as some form of space craft.
Slowly, my helpless body lifted up inside the craft. As quickly as it appeared, the light vanished. I was standing on a dark metal floor that glowed with a strange blue light. I could see no sign of the opening in the floor that I must have passed through. I was starting to get frightened and had to pee. At fifteen, I thought I knew everything, but this was just plain weird.
I looked around the room. The floor and ceiling were perfectly flat. Other than where they joined the walls, they appeared seamless with no sign of a doorway. The room formed a perfect circle about 20 feet across. The eight foot walls - really a wall, as it seemed to be a large round tube - showed no sign of an opening. Everything glowed with a blue light.
"Take off your garments."
I couldn't hear the deep voice. I felt it in my head. I stood there, not moving.
"Take off your garments."
This time the voice in my head was accompanied by a sharp pain. I thought I better do what it said. I took off my T-shirt and dropped it on the floor. The floor became transparent as my T-shirt vanished through it. No sooner was it gone than the floor appeared solid again. I grabbed the top of my jeans, undoing the top button. Suddenly, I blushed. I wasn't wearing underwear. Remembering the sharp pain in my head, I undid my zipper. I slowly slid my damp jeans down my leg and over my bare feet. As I dropped them on the floor, they vanished through it.
I stood their, my hands crossed in front of me covering my dick. As I stood, the wall in front of me seemed to disappear. One minute it was there, then it wasn't. Beyond the opening, I could see a greenish glow. Without waiting for the voice, I walked from the blue room to the green room. As quickly as I could walked through the opening, it was replaced by solid wall, again.
This room was the same as the other, with one difference. A table sat in the middle of the room. It was not really a table. It appeared to be a thick black sheet of metal suspended in mid- air. It was the only thing in the room.
"Lay on the table," the voice in my head instructed.
I went over to the table. It was too high for me to get up on. As I wished that it was lower, it moved down. I crawled onto it easily, lying flat on my back. My hands continued to cover my privates. The metal felt warm, not cold as I had expected.
"Put your arms at your sides," the voice boomed inside my head.
I slowly moved my hands from my groin and placed them at my sides. As I did so, the table started to change shape. As if it were suddenly liquid, it adjusted its shape until my body was cradled in an indentation that exactly matched my outline. I tried to raise my arms, I found that they were held firmly in place - although there was nothing visibly restraining them. I was starting to get a little scared. Images from several alien movies popped into my head; none of them pleasant.
Lying on the warm table, I could only wait and wonder. Without warning, parts of the table started to vanish. Soon, all that was left were the parts that directly cupped my body. The parts holding my legs moved upwards and apart. When they stopped, my legs were well above my body; bent at the knee; and spread wide apart. I was really scared, as my ass and privates were now completely vulnerable. I struggled a bit but could not move.
The far wall opened. Four men - at least they looked like men at a distance - came into the room. As they got closer, I could see that they wore no clothing. They appeared to be adult males but were totally hairless. They also had very long dongs - at least a foot long - and large ball sacs that hung at least six inches. As one approached my head, I could see that his face was human, but his eyes were not. Where his eyeball should have been, was an expanse of moist opaque white liquid, covered by a glossy film.
Each of the aliens appeared to have a job to do. The one closest to my head reached into the air and pulled down a slender clear tube with a large needle at it's end. It seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. I hoped he wasn't going to stick that in me.
"Co-operate and you will not be harmed," the voice inside my head tried to re-assure me.
With his other hand, he reached up and pulled down a tube with a nozzle at it's end. Through some unknown force, the table rolled on it's side. As the alien aimed the nozzle at the back of my head, I heard a hiss and felt a cool spray. If he had stuck the needle in me, I did not feel it. When he finished, he sprayed me again. The table righted itself in time for me to see a yellowish fluid, tinged with red, as it vanished up the tube. Moving over my body, the alien sprayed the front of my arm. Immediately, a vein popped into view. The alien stuck the needle into it, but I felt nothing. This time, blood streamed up the tube. Several times, the alien sprayed my hairless abdomen and stuck the needle in. I watched as various colored fluids flowed upwards. There was no pain, and I was relieved. His work seemingly done, this alien raised the tubes until they vanished and then he vanished too.
The next guy reached into the air and brought down a weird looking instrument that looked like scissors. He proceeded to take samples of my hair. First he cut some from my head. Then he attacked my underarms. He worked his way down, snipping off the few hairs I had on my chest. Reaching my pubic mound, he snipped some more hair. I did not see where the hair went, but it seemed to have vanished as soon as he cut it. His job done, alien No. 2 vanished.
The third guy stood at the foot of the table. He reached up and pulled down a clear tube with a long metal tube at its end. This tube gleamed as its silver metal reflected the green light. It was rounded at one end and about half an inch in diameter. It flared out to about an inch and a half at its center then tapered again to an inch. It was at least a foot long.
The alien stepped towards me, pointing the tube at my young butt cheeks. He placed it's cold tip against my crack. He slid the tube back and forth until he found my tender hole. Slowly, he pushed the tube against me. As he gained an entry way, he started to slide it inside of me. Expecting pain, at any moment, I watched anxiously as he pushed it into me. When all of the tube, except for an inch had vanished into my rectum, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Then I heard the noise. The tube started to vibrate deep inside of me as I heard a sucking sound. I watched in amazement as a steady stream of brown liquid vanished up the tube. With the amount that was being sucked from my bowels, I wouldn't need to take a crap for a month. I was still a little scared, but the vibrations inside my ass were starting to feel very pleasant. Leaving the tube vibrating inside of me, alien No. 3 stepped back to be replaced by No. 4.
Alien No. four pulled down another clear tube that ended in another thicker, foot long, clear tube. The tube was open at the bottom, rounded at the top where it joined the tube and appeared to be empty. He placed it over my limp penis. Pushing the tube upright, he pressed it into my groin at the base of my penis. Immediately I felt suction as it held firmly in place. The need I had felt to pee was suddenly very urgent, so I did. I watched as the pee left my piss slit, wandered up the inside of the tube and vanished. Alien No. 4 removed the tube and thrust it upwards until he vanished. I expected him to vanish too, but he didn't.
As I watched in amazement, my limp dick started to stir and swell. Gradually, it rose to its full seven inches, pointing to the ceiling. This was kind of embarrassing, as Alien No. 4 was standing beside me, his blank eyes watching me.
Apparently, the effect of the vibrations was what he had been waiting for. He came to my side and reached up to the ceiling. He pulled down another tube similar to the clear one that I had pissed into. The alien placed the tube over my erect dick. He pushed down and I could feel a slight suction as it sealed itself against my skin and pubic hair. As the tube became secure, the alien stepped back from the table. Aliens three and four stood by the table, waiting for something.
I could feel something begin to take hold of my dick. I couldn't see anything but there was definitely some action taking place. As I watched closely, I could see indentations in my shaft as something rose up and down it. An indentation appeared at the base of my dick. It completely circled my cock as it rose to the head and moved back down to the base - over and over again. It was making my cock dance a little as it stroked me towards my orgasm. The foreskin of my uncircumsized dick was pulled all the way back revealing the head. New sensations started on the head of my cock. I could see tiny indentations as something whirled around the head causing sensations that tickled me and sent my body into convulsions of pleasure. All I could think of was that I wanted to take this tube home with me.
As the magic fingers or whatever they were worked me towards what I knew was going to be a major orgasm, I realized that the cylinder in my ass was still vibrating away. Looking down at my stomach, it looked very flat. My intestines must have been totally drained. As I thought about the pleasant vibrations, I wished they would speed up a little. As the thought formed in my brain - the vibrations increased. I tried the same tactic on the tube on my dick. I found that by thinking what I wanted it to do, I could make it happen.
I was able to slow whatever was working at my swollen head so that it no longer tickled me. I slowed the motion down until it felt fantastic on my red head - without the unbearable tickling. I lay back and enjoyed this wondrous toy. I continued to alter its actions with my thoughts until I had a combination of rhythms that were bringing me slowly and pleasantly to climax. I tried pumping my hips a little, but the table held me firmly in place. I tried changing it but it didn't react to my thoughts.
Oh, well, the feeling as my dick throbbed inside the tube was fantastic. Just lay back and enjoy it. At fifteen, I was still a virgin. I had masturbated lots of times but had never had sex or even come close. Well, there was that time in the woods with my friend Tommy. We had gotten naked and jerked each other off. As a vision of a naked Tommy formed in my brain, the pressure on my dick became too much for me. I watched it reacting in the clear tube.
It throbbed and jerked as the first shot of my milky cum blasted up the tube. I wanted so badly to thrust my hips, but couldn't. Shivers ran through my body as the machine milked my cum from my dick. Each explosion of my boy juices shot into the tube and were sucked away into the air. The orgasm seemed to last forever. I shot again and again into the tube. In all the times I had jerked off, I couldn't remember shooting this much juice.
Eventually, I stopped shooting cum into the tube. I watched intently as every last drop of my boy juice was vacuumed from my dick, leaving it totally dry. Alien No. 3 came forward and removed the cylinder from my ass. He thrust it into the air where it vanished; then he vanished too. Alien No. 4 freed the tube from my groin and slowly raised it back up into the air. It vanished as everything else had. Then Alien No. 4 vanished. I lay there waiting for whatever was going to happen to me next.
"Stand up," the voice in my head commanded.
I was about to say I can't when the table returned to its original flat form. I slid off of it and stood on slightly wobbly legs. The table vanished. I waited and looked around the room. Again, no way in or out was visible. There was plenty of green light in the room, but other than the glowing walls and floor, there was no visible source.
Suddenly, where there had been green glowing wall, an opening appeared. I walked toward it. The room ahead appeared to be lighted in a pale pink color. As soon as I passed through the opening, it vanished, leaving solid wall behind me. This room was definitely different. There was a raised deck with what appeared to be a console of computer type equipment sitting at one side. Four of the aliens sat in a row. They studied the equipment in front of them, either unaware of my presence, or not caring. Behind them was a large screen. It was lit by ever changing red and green numbers and symbols that flashed in various sequences.
"Stand on the light," the voice boomed.
As I looked for the light, a small white circle appeared about four feet in front of the console. I went and stood on it. It vanished. I was facing the aliens at the console.
"Turn around," the voice boomed.
Damn, I wish they'd turn the volume down. I was getting a headache. I turned my back on the aliens, facing the empty room. Another table appeared in front of me. This one was black like the other one but seemed to have a leather-like covering that was about an inch thick. As I looked at it, I sensed that one of the aliens was moving. He came into my line of sight as he proceeded to the opposite side of the room.
A small console appeared in front of him. Beside it was a stack of black plastic rectangles. Shit, they looked like VHS video cassettes. The alien selected one and inserted into the console. Almost instantly, a large image appeared six feet beyond the table. It was an image from the tape. There was no screen; it just seemed to exist in mid-air. Not only that, but as the images started to become clearer, it was three dimensional.
The question formed in my head. What am I doing here?
The voice in my head provided the answer.
"We are studying your culture. We have selected you as a subject for our examination of human sexuality and reproduction. Get on the platform in front of you, watch the projected images and repeat what you see."
At least the voice wasn't as loud. I lay down on the platform. It was the softest thing I have ever felt. It felt wonderful against my naked skin. As I lay there, I sank into the material slightly. I could feel a motion beneath me. I watched in amazement as the material seemed to flow like there was a liquid under it that was in constant motion. As it moved, it massaged every part of my body that touched it. The feeling of this magic liquid massaging me relaxed me totally. I almost fell asleep.
I watched the images that appeared on the - well, in the air. My head was towards the console and my feet pointed towards the images. At first I recognized nothing. There was a mass of symbols similar to those behind the console. Slowly an image took shape that I recognized. It looked like a room; a typical teenagers room. There were posters of rock bands and half naked girls in bikinis on the walls. In the center was a large bed. The bedspread appeared to have images of racing cars on it.
A boy entered the room. He was naked except for a towel around his waist. He looked very cute. His dark brown hair was wet - obviously he had just showered - and was combed straight back. His face was cute with no sign of teenage pimples. At this thought, my hand went to my own face. I was stunned. My face was smooth. My crop of adolescent zits had disappeared. It felt wonderful as I rubbed my hand on my smooth cheeks. My attention returned to the image.
The boys chest was flat with a hint of muscles. His nipples stood out from his chest as if he were excited; maybe just cold after his shower. His legs were long and firm. All in all, he didn't look much different than me. He lay down on the bed, against several pillows that were propped against the head board. He was half reclining, half sitting up. Suddenly, my platform changed shape and I was reclining in the same position. It didn't seem to affect the fluid motion beneath me. The wonderful massaging continued without any interruption.
The boy on the screen began stroking his chest with his hands. His fingers found his nipples and massaged them gently. Without realizing I was doing it, my hands went to my chest and I copied his motions. The boy continued to massage his chest with one hand. The other hand slid down his flat belly to the edge of his towel.
Suddenly, I realized that a row of TV screens or monitors had appeared around the room. Each one contained a slightly different image of.......... me. As I looked around, I could see that I was being video taped from every possible angle. Even my naked back and bum appeared on one or two of the screens. Was this platform a giant video camera. The motion of the fluid under me sped up and I relaxed again. Forgetting the images of me, I returned to the larger image in front of me.
The boys hand was still massaging his chest. His other hand was rubbing his tummy along the edge of the towel. Slowly, his hand slid down the towel to where a slight bulge indicated his cock was hiding. His hand found the end of the towel and started to pull on it. Slowly, he worked it free from his body. My hands continued to caress my firm chest and flat belly.
The boy - I wish I knew his name - pulled the ends of the towel back until they were spread on either side of him. The voice in my head said "Bobby". That must be the boy's name. This mental telepathy stuff was great. I thought about wishing for Pamela Anderson, but I didn't. I was strangely attracted to the boy on the screen.
I looked at his dick as his fingers started to explore it. It was huge. I was embarrassed, wanting to cover my own. I guessed that he was at least ten inches long, and that was soft. It protruded from a light mat of hair at its base. His balls looked average, the same as my own. Bobby stroked the length of his dick with the palm of his hand. My hand followed his motions on my own seven-incher. I had always been proud of my boyhood. It wasn't hard to notice the jealous glances of the other boys in the showers after gym; or at Larsen's pond. But Bobby's massive dick made me feel very small.
Bobby's other hand left his chest and joined it's mate in fondling the big dick. It was starting to swell, noticeably; and so was I. The combination of watching Bobby and the feel of my own skilled hands was getting me stiff. Bobby was using both hands to stroke his cock into erection. His head was back against the head board and he was moaning. I took myself in both my hands and stroked slowly. I didn't want to cum before Bobby did. I wouldn't want to disappoint my alien audience. It took a while before Bobby was finally erect. I could see why he used both hands. With the weight and size of his meat, it would fall over if he let go.
As Bobby's right hand wrapped around his thick shaft and stroked almost its full length, his other hand was busy with his bright red head. His fingers stroked all around the large mushroom. He must have unloaded a little pre-cum. His finger traced along his piss slit, then headed for his mouth. He sucked his finger contentedly as his other hand continued its stroking. His hand was sliding up and down noticeably faster now. I could hear his labored breath over whatever sound system the room had. I would have liked it for my room, as it sounded like Bobby was on the platform next to me.
My own swollen meat was throbbing as I stroked my shaft and played with the knob. I found some pre-cum of my own and placed it in my waiting mouth. Although I had jerked off many times before, watching Bobby work on the monster between his smooth legs was making me really excited. That and the massage the platform was giving me. I had to keep reminding myself to slow down so Bobby and I would cum at the same time.
I was actually amazed that I could get it up so soon after being milked so thoroughly by the machine in the green room. But my throbbing dick was ready to go and leaking pre-cum all over my swollen red head.
Bobby's face in front of me showed that his efforts were paying off. He looked to be in exquisite pain as he manhandled his throbbing beast. Pre-cum spilled from his piss slit. I wondered how much this his beautiful dick could hold. I would soon find out.
Bobby gasped in anguish as both hands held and stroked his throbbing shaft. My own meat was pulsing in my hands as I stroked it quickly to orgasm. Come on, Bobby, I urged in my head. Don't make me wait any longer.
Bobby's young teen body was bucking up and down. His hips thrusting his big dick into some imagined vagina or ass. Suddenly, his body buckled forward, and his mouth came to rest on the end of his dick. Shit, I hope they don't expect me to do that.
Bobby sucked on his own massive red head. His mouth could hardly fit it inside. I had a vision in my own head. Suddenly, the platform changed shape. I found myself upside down, resting on my neck and upper shoulders and back. My dick was directly above my face. I was amazed as a drop of pre-cum fell from my piss slit and landed on my lips. My abdomen was almost contorted into a full circle. I found that, with a major effort on my part, I was able to slip my mouth around my own throbbing head.
In this position, I could just see Bobby out of the corner of my eye. But then the image of Bobby sucking his dick appeared clearly in my brain as if the image had been transferred inside of my head. Bobby was just seconds from his orgasm. His hands stroked wildly as he tried to keep hold of it with his sucking mouth. I stroked my shaft and sucked my throbbing head. I would have no trouble cumming when Bobby did.
The first shot of cum surged up Bobby's shaft, squirting into his mouth and out around his lips. I shot into my own mouth, savoring the taste. I was able to swallow all of it. Bobby shot again. This time, he had moved his head back by an inch. I could see clearly as his cum shot out of his piss slit, landing on his tongue. A tiny dribble ran down the center of his chin. This time, I didn't follow Bobby's lead. I continued to suck my swollen head and stroked my shaft as wave after wave of my sweet cream shot into my mouth and was swallowed. This was a new experience for me and I was going to make the most of it. I had tasted my own sperm before, but never thought I would ever swallow the whole load.
The platform suddenly returned to its previous shape. My dick head pulled out of my mouth and I was left to stroke the last of my cum onto my belly and down my shaft. I watched Bobby as he lay back and shot the last of his cum onto his belly. Bobby's dick softened quickly and he lay it lovingly up his belly. He rubbed it gently with the palm of his hand as he stared at it. Unlike Bobby, I took longer to soften but eventually stopped stroking and laid my dick out on my tummy. It didn't reach as far up as Bobby's but I was happy with it.
The image of Bobby vanished from the room. The small screens around the room also vanished. Was this the end of their study?
"No," the voice came into my head, "but you will need nourishment."
As the words ended a tube came out of nowhere.
"Place it in your mouth," the deep voice instructed.
I did as I was told and was rewarded with the sweetest tasting liquid I had ever swallowed. It was better than my own cum. I sucked eagerly on the tube until the flow stopped. I had not noticed being hungry, but the sweet liquid left me feeling fully satisfied. I lay back and let the platform - no actually it was more like a bed - continue its massage.
A door opened on the opposite side of the room from where I had entered. This room appeared to be lit in yellow. As I watched, a tall naked teenage boy came through the doorway. It vanished as he walked through. He looked around the room. The spot of light appeared on the floor and he went to it, facing the console. Then he turned around to face me. It appeared that I wasn't the only one hearing voices.
As he stood there listening to his instructions, I had a chance to observe him. I had a strange feeling I knew him but couldn't put my finger on it. He was maybe an inch taller than me. His body was similar to mine with maybe a little less hair. He was slim with well toned arms, chest, legs and thighs. He was not a jock but his body was in pretty good shape. My eyes went to the center of his body. His dick was about the same as mine, about seven inches and uncircumsized. His patch of pubic hair matched mine almost perfectly in size and color. He appeared to have little hair visible anywhere else on his body. His body was topped off by a handsome face. Thinking back to why I was here, I figured if I was going to have to have sex with a boy, this one would do nicely.
As the voice in his head must have instructed, he lay on the bed beside me. He did not seem to realize I was there. Looking around the room, I realized we were alone.
"What's your name," I whispered? I realized that this was rather dumb as the aliens could probably read my thoughts.
Realizing that he was not alone, he looked at me.
"Mike," he seemed surprised as he spoke the words. Verbal communication did seem to be out of place in this environment.
"Mine's Dave. I get the feeling I know you from somewhere. Where do you go to school?"
"Valley High," he answered. "I was transferred there last week when we moved into town."
That was my school. I had probably seen him in the hall at school. No wonder I recognized him but didn't know his name.
"Where are we," he asked, a look of fear on his face?
"My guess is that we are in some kind of alien space craft."
His body shook as he absorbed the meaning of my words.
"Why are we here," he questioned.
I explained to him what I had gathered from the voice in my head. Somewhat embarrassed, I described all that had happened to me since arriving. It turned out that he had just undergone the sampling of his body fluids as I had. We both blushed at the memory of the milking machine.
"What is going to happen to us," he stammered, the fear evident in his voice?
"Well, I don't know for sure, but I have a pretty good idea."
"What," he asked.
"Are you gay."
"No," he stammered, looking very surprised at my question. "I don't think so."
"Well, my guess is that we are going to have sex together."
His eyes widened as he slid as far away from me as he could without falling off the platform.
"But, I never did that before. Not with a guy or a girl," he said, his eyes still wide in disbelief.
"Hey man, neither have I, but I think we have no other choice. According to the voice in my head, we will not be harmed if we co-operate. My guess is that they will let us go when they are finished with us."
"Do you really think so," he appeared almost ready to cry.
"Yeah. I think we are just guinea pigs in their little experiment. Why wouldn't they let us go when they are done."
My words seemed to make sense to him. He questioned me about how we were supposed to know what to do and I explained about the image that had guided me (not that I had really needed it ). He moved closer to me on the bed, making sure he did not touch me. We were silent as we waited.
There was a "whoosh" sound and one of the aliens was back. He went to the small console; removed the tape I had watched and inserted another one. The image glowed to life in front of us, as the line of smaller screens reappeared. As the image came into focus, there were two teens on a double bed. The scene was different, and neither looked like Bobby. The upper halves of their bodies were naked as they reclined against some pillows. The lower half of their bodies, from the waist down was covered by a sheet. They lay side by side, smiling at each other as if they shared a secret.
The boy on the left grabbed the top of the sheet, slowly pulling it in his direction. As it slid off the other boy, it revealed a teen of about thirteen. He had a tiny dusting of pubic hair above a six inch dick that lay across his ball sac. He was a pretty boy, his face clean and smooth.
The other boy continued to pull the sheet all the way off onto the floor exposing his own body. He was about the same age and similarly endowed. He giggled as the sheet uncovered his penis. The two boys lay there for a second. Up until now, there was nothing much for Mike or I to do except watch. We were already naked and side by side on the bed.
The boy who had pulled the sheet off leaned over to the other boy and whispered something into his ear. The other boy giggled. The first boy got up on his knees, halfway down the bed and almost on the edge. The other boy squirmed on his back and scrambled down so that he lay with his legs on either side of the first boy. They were sideways to whatever camera was filming them. It was easy to see what was going to happen. Suddenly, my brain asked what there names were. As I looked at the boy on the left, "Johnny" formed in my head. Looking over to the left, "Billy" was his name.
Billy giggled as Johnny leaned forward and started to caress his thighs with his hands. Another question appeared in my head - who was going to play Johnny as we acted out the images.
"You are Johnny," the voice answered.
Shit, I wanted to be Billy. I didn't relish sucking Mike's cock, as nice as he looked. I started to get up onto my knees and Mike moved into position on his back. He must have asked the same question. I started to stroke Mike's thighs and a shiver ran through him. He didn't look as scared, now. Lucky you, I thought; you are the one who's going to get blown.
Once again, I found it difficult to watch the images and they were transferred into my brain. Mike, however had a clear view of me and the screen. As I watched Johnny's hands in my head, I followed his lead. His hands rubbed up Billy's thighs and across his sensitive belly. My hands followed, caressing the area above Mike's pubes.
Johnny slowly rubbed his palms along the smooth skin on either side of Billy's already swelling dick. I did the same for Mike. Billy giggled. Mike giggled. He was really starting to get into his part as his dick started to fill with blood.
Billy parted his legs allowing Johnny access to his ball sac. Johnny took it into his hands, rolling the young boys nuts between his palms. Billy shuddered as did Mike as I copied the motions.
Johnny pushed Billy's legs high over his chest. Still gripping the backs of Billy's smooth thighs, he leaned towards his growing erection. There was no turning back now as Mike assumed the position and awaited my mouth.
But, Johnny didn't go down on Billy right away. Instead, he leaned towards Billy's hairless sac. One at a time, he took Billy's tender nuts into his mouth; played with them for a minute or so; then spit them out. This action made Billy writhe on the bed as his young dick reached its full potential. Damn, hard this kid was as long as me; but at least I was thicker. Billy's tool was long and slender.
I repeated Johnny's actions on Mike's firm nuts. Other than a little bit of hair in my mouth, it wasn't too bad. As Mike writhed on the bed, I had the distinct feeling he was no longer acting.
Johnny slid his hands down Billy's thighs, almost to the cheeks of his ass. I could see Billy's smooth round cheeks spread apart, revealing his crack and the tiny anus that nestled there. My mind screamed, "No, Johnny, don't do it."
It was too late. Johnny's slim tongue was already licking the area under Billy's sac, on his way to the crack below. Shit, I thought. This is more than I bargained for. But being a co- operative type, I leaned into Mike's crotch and licked towards his gaping crack. Billy's body tensed and his hands grasped the bed sheet as he anticipated where Johnny's tongue was headed. Mike did the same. You're enjoying this too much, you bastard. I hope your turn is coming.
Johnny bathed Billy's crack with his tongue. Each time he touched Billy's pink puckered anus, Billy shook visibly. I looked at Mike's anus as my tongue approached it for the first time. It was brown. God, I hope that was its natural color. My tongue swept across and Mike's body shook violently.
Johnny's tongue had centered on Billy's anus. His tongue pushed forward until it slipped past the first tight ring. As he slid his tongue in and out, Billy gripped the sheets harder and moaned to no one in particular. I couldn't remember sound on this video, then suddenly realized my tongue pressing into Mike's anus was causing him to moan.
Johnny worked his tongue in and out of Billy's anus for a long time. Billy's dick was rock hard and bobbing back and forth above Johnny's head. As I worked on Mike's tight ass, I was aware of his hard dick as it occasionally banged me on the forehead. I hated to admit it, but I didn't really mind what I was doing. Mike's crack had a faint odor of sweat. I couldn't define the taste of his anus, but it was not unpleasant like I had expected. That was a relief.
Johnny must have sensed Billy's urgent need to be sucked. Either that or the director had told him to get on with it before he ran out of tape.
Johnny's tongue broke free of Billy's anus. I was glad as my tongue was starting to hurt from all the activity and the pressure of Mike's anus around it.
Johnny let go of Billy's upraised thighs, allowing his feet to fall to the bed. Billy's knees were still bent and spread wide apart. Johnny looked at Billy's hard cock and licked his lips. Overacting, I thought. Just get on with it.
Johnny bent forward over Billy's dick and Billy giggled. I leaned over Mike and got the same reaction. At least I didn't lick my lips.
Johnny spied the pre-cum coating Billy's piss slit. He took his tongue and swept it across the opening, gathering it up on the tip. Instead of swallowing it, he crawled up Billy's body. Billy knew what was coming. He lay there panting, his lips parted. Johnny inserted his cum covered tongue in past Billy's lips. Billy closed his lips and sucked eagerly on Johnny's tongue.
I could avoid it no longer. I looked at Mike's throbbing head. There was a huge glob of pre-cum waiting there - just for me. I used my tongue to gather it up and headed for Mike's parted lips. I slipped my tongue between them. Mike sucked eagerly on my tongue, trying to pull it out of my mouth. Johnny and Billy did not separate right away. With Billy's cum long gone, they locked lips and swapped tongues for a while.
As I prepared to kiss Mike's mouth I could only think, "you bastard, you better not tell anyone about this." But who would believe him. We were in a space ship.
Mike returned my kiss eagerly. Even I started to get into it as we sucked each others tongues. I realized that I had been trying to fantasize that Mike was a girl, as I had worked on his body. But now, it seemed O.K. that he wasn't.
Johnny and Billy tired of kissing. It was obvious that Billy's dick was not far from orgasm. Pre-cum oozed from it and it throbbed madly, bouncing with every movement. I looked at Mike's organ. I hoped he was also close. I couldn't imagine having to suck his dick for very long.
Johnny's body slid down Billy's. His chest was streaked with pre-cum as he slid over Billy's hard dick. His mouth found Billy's head, now swollen purple with blood. He licked any remnants of pre-cum from it and tongue bathed it until it was glistening. His tongue worked its way along the ridge beneath the swollen head. Billy started to wiggle around.
Pushing any last bit of reluctance aside, I slid down over Mike's hard on until it was in front of my mouth. Pointing my tongue at his deep red head, I closed my eyes and started to lick. His pre-cum was sweet and sticky, not much different than my own that I had swallowed not long ago. This wasn't so bad. If I could swallow my own cum, I should be able to swallow Mike's.
I followed Johnny's lead. He licked Billy's shaft. I licked Mike's shaft. He sucked on the sides of Billy's shaft. I sucked on the sides of Mike's shaft. Both Billy and Mike were near orgasm as Johnny and I pushed our lips over their swollen heads and swallowed their dicks until we felt their pubes. It almost felt like Johnny and I were a team. I didn't need to follow his lead any more. I knew what he was going to do next and we did it together.
As we slid back and forth over their organs, Billy and Mike started to pump their hips. I could hear Mike moaning and knew that Billy was moaning, too. Johnny's mouth and my mouth moved up and down in unison, both trying to suck our young lovers juices from deep within their balls. Shit, I had called Mike my "lover". I guess he was. What else could you call him.
Both boys writhed under our unquenchable mouths. They pumped their hips trying to force their dicks down our throats. But they were no match for Johnny and I. Our mouths moved faster, totally in control of the young bodies that tried to pump their hot seed into us. Mike's moans were combined into one long one. The first blast of Mike's teen age juices flooded my mouth. For a second I lost control as the sudden flood exploded around my tongue. Regaining my composure, I sucked his juices back into my throat, my mouth working tirelessly to draw forth the next creamy sweet blast. Mike's cum felt good in my mouth. If anything, he tasted better than I did.
I knew that Billy was cumming. The image of his sweet face in my head told me he was filling Johnny's mouth. His eyes were partly closed as he gazed off into space. His cheeks were tinged rosy red by his orgasmic pleasure. His lips parted as he tried to suck in enough air to overcome the effect Johnny's mouth was having on him. And I knew that Billy's cum was sweet and that Johnny enjoyed every drop as he savored the sweet nectar before swallowing it.
I sucked the last of Mike's juices from his throbbing cock as he lay on the bed, gasping and sobbing to be released from the ecstacy that punished his young body. Sweat formed on his brow and beaded on his chest. His arm pits glistened from the exertion that his passion had forced upon him. God he looked beautiful. Was I gay. I loved the taste of his sperm as I drew the last of it up his softening dick and into my mouth. I felt wonderful lying between his muscular legs, his teenage organ warm against my hand. I wondered if I could get a copy of this as I saw my smiling face splashed across a dozen screens that played out around the room. Why had I been so reluctant to taste another boy. I would never be again, I promised myself.
Johnny, too, was smiling as he licked the last of Billy's juices from his purple head. It was paling fast as the blood drained from it. Johnny smiled at his young lover, just as I smiled at Mike. And then the image faded and was gone.
Mike and I lay side by side. His face was flushed with red as he blushed in a not-so- innocent smile. We had shared something special. He leaned forward towards me and kissed me on the mouth.
"That's not in the script," I said, startled as his hand reached down and his fingers caressed my stiff erection.
Carried away in a moment of passion, he had done something totally out of character. As he realized it, he pulled his hand away; his face turning crimson. We lay side by side in silence.
Mike and I lay in the empty room, waiting. We were apparently alone. The nourishment tubes dropped from the ceiling. Mike had not seen one before, so I told him to suck on it. He looked at me kind of funny.
"The tube, stupid," I admonished as I pushed it towards his hand. Apparently our internal voices were temporarily quiet. We sucked on the sweet liquid, fortifying our teen bodies for whatever came next. Unlike before, Mike and I did not talk. It seemed to be enough that we were not alone in this strange place. We shared a new bond that no one could ever break.
A "whooshing" sound announced the arrival of the video guy. He removed the tape of Johnny and Billy. He replaced it with another and vanished. Mike and I awaited for the image to clear as the ring of monitors around the room sprang into life.
The images cleared. Instantly, I liked what I saw. It was Johnny and Billy, again. They were in the same room, on the same bed. They were naked, but lay face down on their stomachs; their cute bare bums exposed to the camera. They lay shoulder to shoulder, staring into each others eyes. Mike and I automatically assumed the same position. The aliens had picked two good subjects as we were fast learners. It didn't hurt that we were a couple of horny teens, either.
Billy's hand reached for Johnny's back. His hand, palm down, slid down Johnny's smooth back until it rested on one cheek of his smooth bubble-like butt. Billy's fingers tentatively moved around the smooth flesh and squeezed it gently. Johnny smiled at him. I noticed that Mike's hand was on my cheek. His fingers alternately squeezing and releasing as he smiled. We seemed to be assuming the same characters as we had in the last video.
With the attention that Billy was paying to Johnny's bum, I wondered what was coming next. I didn't mind being on the receiving end of Mike's mouth. But was Billy going to stick his dick in Johnny's ass. No way.
"Just watch," the voice in my head was back.
As I watched, Billy's hand removed itself from Johnny's cheek. Billy squirmed higher on the bed, pushing the pillows aside until he was almost at the head board. Johnny grabbed two of the pillows and placed them in the center of the bed. Billy wiggled over on top of them. His still soft dick was buried in the edge of the pillows, and his bum stuck up into the air. This was much better, I thought.
Mike and I didn't have any pillows, but our animated platform took care of that. As Mike moved upwards and to its center, the platform changed shape. Suddenly, Mike's ass was thrust into the air. This was definitely to my liking.
Johnny knelt behind Billy, up between his legs. Johnny's dick was not hard yet, so I knew he wasn't about to enter his friend. He leaned forward, his limp cock rested in Billy's crack as he lay along the boy's back. I took the hint and positioned myself on top of Mike. The feel of Mike's warm butt crack, as my dick slid against it, started me tingling. I don't know what these aliens were feeding us but it was sure keeping my cock ready at a moments notice.
Johnny reached the back of Billy's neck and started to tickle it with his tongue. As he did so, his hands lightly massaged Billy's back and sides. His tongue worked its way down and across. Whenever he reached Billy's ticklish sides, Billy would giggle and squirm. Johnny's tongue had reached about half way down Billy's back. Meanwhile, I had licked most of the salty sweat from Mike. He wasn't as ticklish, but he did let out a few giggles. My dick was starting to get hard again. All the movement in my upper body caused me to rub my dick up and down Mike's smooth, hairless crack. I could feel myself starting to poke out in front.
Back on the screen, the camera had moved around and was now filming Billy and Johnny from the side. From this angle, I could see Johnny's partial erection poking and prodding Billy's smooth round back side. As Johnny's tongue reached the top of Billy's crack, his hands gripped Billy's sides, next to his bum cheeks. I found myself in almost the same position. I may have had some fears about sticking myself in Mike's ass, but it was obvious that I was to be overruled by the seven inch friend between my legs.
I suddenly laughed as I thought of a joke. Why does a man give his penis a name? Because he doesn't want a stranger making half of his decisions for him. I suddenly realized that my dick didn't have a nickname. I would have to think of one.
Johnny's tongue was licking Billy's ass. He had not spread his cheeks yet, but contented himself with licking and nibbling on Billy's cheeks. I licked Mike up and down and all around. He really did have a nice ass. It was firm and muscular yet yielded easily to my touch - and my tongue.
Johnny's hands moved onto Billy's cheeks, slowly spreading them apart. His little pink rosebud popped into view. I soon uncovered Mike's larger brown bud. As Johnny licked up and down Billy's crack, I bathed Mike's in my saliva. Each time my tongue touched his eager hole, Mike quivered. I could see that Johnny was having the same effect on Billy.
Tiring of his licking, Johnny placed his tongue against Billy's tight hole. It didn't seem to resist much as his tongue slid into Billy's ass. I could see Billy gripping the bottom edge of the head board. He seemed to be enjoying Johnny's tongue licking his insides.
Mike also was having a good time. His body wiggled and jiggled as I licked his insides. Occasionally, I touched a spot that caused him to moan and push forward into the soft material of our alien bed. I enjoyed making him squirm and writhe in pleasant agony, and pushed my tongue in harder and faster.
Johnny reached his hand between Billy's legs. With the palm of his hand, he massaged Billy's tight young scrotum, rubbing back and forth across his tender balls.
He reached farther forward, gripping the base of the young boys cock. He started to stroke it as his tongue worked his tight anus. The base of Johnny's hand and his wrist rubbed across Billy's sac as he stroked his hard dick.
Reaching between Mike's legs, I found that I could rub his sac, but not reach the base of his cock. I wished that the platform was not quite so tight against his throbbing tool. No sooner had I wished it than the platform changed its shape to accommodate my hand. I stroked Mike's erection and massaged his bag as he moaned in pure pleasure. My tongue continued its pressure deep in his ass.
Johnny was ready to satisfy his own urges and so was I. Both Billy and Mike were well lubricated. As Johnny and I spit in our hands and rubbed the saliva over our dicks, both Billy and Mike looked back over their shoulders to see why the action had stopped.
It was obvious from the look on Billy's face that he knew where his friend was going. Mike was another story. He watched me as I lubricated my swollen seven inch cock. A look of fear crossed his face. He tried to move off of the platform, but it held him tight.
As Johnny's head slid easily into Billy's pink anus, I rested mine against Mike's brown ring. Mike looked away. He couldn't watch. I knew in his head, he could see Johnny slide into Billy's ass. Mike tensed as I tried to push in, temporarily stopping me.
"Relax," I cooed at him. "I will take it slow and easy. Just don't tighten up." My words echoed in the pink glow of the room.
I pushed my head in gently. I was able to bury my head inside his anus and rested; giving Mike time to get used to it. I could see that Johnny was fully inside Billy and preparing to start pumping him. I didn't want to fall behind. I waited until Mike seemed to relax, then rammed my rod deep inside of him, my sac slapping up against his cheeks. "Sorry," I whispered as Mike let out a cry of pain. I rested again allowing Mike to grow accustomed to this stranger in his intestine. Johnny was slowly pumping Billy's smooth ass. I could see Billy's hard cock pressing into the pillow. As Johnny pushed forward, he drove Billy's erection into the pillow. Billy was rubbing it against the slippery material, trying desperately to bring on his own orgasm.
I started to stroke myself in and out of Mike's anus. I pulled back until my head was almost free then drove myself in again. Somewhere in my brain, something told me I needed to cum when Johnny did. I pushed forward harder and harder. I don't think Mike was in pain any more. His hard dick was rubbing frantically on the platform between his legs. I could well imagine the effect that this material was having on him as it massaged his dick.
Johnny pumped hard, now. His head occasionally thrown back as he moaned out his own pleasure. His balls slapped against Billy's ass in a faster and faster rhythm. Billy frantically rubbed his dick on the pillow as his friend fucked his ass. I pumped harder into Mike; my balls beating out the same rhythm; faster and faster as I climbed toward my climax. I moaned and gasped as the pleasure started to overwhelm me. My legs started to turn to rubber. I could barely keep up the steady pumping, but I couldn't stop. In and out; sliding and driving; faster and faster. I watched as Johnny climaxed. He slammed into Billy, driving the boys erection into the pillow. I could feel the waves of pleasure washing over Johnny's body as they ripped through my own loins. Johnny moaned and moaned driving his seed into Billy.
I pumped into Mike, my semen flowing hot up my dick, flooding his insides. I could feel Mike start to buck under me. He pumped his cock into the soft covering of the platform shooting his sticky seed all over. All four of us came together, semen shooting into tight asses; over pillows and onto the slippery surface of the platform.
I fell forward onto Mike's back as Johnny fell over Billy's. Four spent teens gasped for breath as they experienced the final spasms of four great orgasms. As I recovered my senses, I saw myself on some of the small screens just before they vanished. Billy and Johnny were gone too. The room was empty as Mike and I slowly recovered.
The platform returned to its normal shape. The feeding tubes dropped down and Mike and I proceeded to nourish our weakened bodies. Without warning Mike got up, walking towards the wall through which he had entered. I tried to speak to him but no words would come out. As he approached the wall, it opened and he was gone as the wall filled in behind him.
For the first time in hours, I felt afraid again. I was alone. What would happen now? I guess I could only lay there and wait. I looked for the sticky spot where Mike had cum, maybe hoping that it would mean a part of him was still with me - but it had vanished.
As I looked at the empty room, I would even have been glad to see one of the aliens, but I was alone. I wanted to get up and look around, but I found I could move around on the platform but not get off of it.
Another "whoosh". One of the aliens walked in. He seemed taller than the rest and wore a filmy, red robe that hid his body. Without thinking, I stood up and faced him; suddenly able to free myself from the platform.
"You have been chosen," the voice spoke inside my head "to mate with the Supreme Leader."
The words burned inside my head. How could I mate with anybody. I had seen no females since I had been here.
"He wants to leave a child on earth to grow and learn more of your culture. We will come back in the future and return him to the ship so he can report."
What the heck was he talking about. Were the video tapes that they possessed all gay. Did he not know that there were women in our species. That the women produced our children, not the men. A surge of pain ripped through my skull. I dropped to my knees, holding my head and screaming. But no sound emerged from my mouth.
"You cannot trick us. We have seen how your species reproduces. One of our scouts found the these archives on his last trip to your world. You must mate with the Supreme Leader. When you do, you will be returned to earth to be the mentor of his child."
How could I convince him that what he had witnessed was gay sex. His archives as he called them must have come from a gay store or the house of someone gay. I could not produce a child for anyone.
"Enough!" His single word left me writhing on the floor.
"Follow!"
I struggled to my feet and staggered along behind him. We passed through several empty rooms, each glowing a different color or shade than the others. As we walked, walls opened and closed behind us. We entered a room with another of the suspended tables floating in mid-air. Without waiting for further instructions, I slid onto it and waited. Tears were forming in my eyes. I had seen all the foot long alien penises. Their idea of mating with me was going to be to shove one of those up my tender rectum.
A second alien entered, drawing down the familiar tube and placing it in my rectum. The vibration and suction began. My brown feces were sucked out of me and up into the air. This made sense, now. They were cleaning me out - making sure I had enough room to accommodate the Supreme Leader. The cleaning process had been pleasant the first time, even pleasurable. Now it was just a prelude to the pain yet to come.
Finally, the job was done and I was motioned off the table. I followed the alien in the flowing robes. We passed through several more doorways and entered the "white room". It was hard to tell at first as a spotlight illuminated us as we came through the wall. I was led to a raised platform in the center of a large room. It could have been a small concert hall, from what I could see. In front of me was one of the platforms with the soft covering, but this time it was vertical, not horizontal. I was pushed against the soft surface. My body was suddenly held firmly in place As I struggled, the platform changed shape. I was now bent over at the waist. My ass was wide open, ready for the Leader's assault on my tender anus. The spotlight highlighted my anus in all it's pinkness. Parts of the platform disappeared so that only enough remained to support and hold my body. I struggled but was only able to move my hips. The rest of me was held firmly in place.
My chin rested on a small raised area. I realized that this was so that I could see the four large screens in front of me. Each one presented a different view of my naked body. I would be able to watch the Supreme Leader at work. As if I would want to. Feeling him inside me would be bad enough.
As my eyes adjusted to the white lighting, I saw rows of shape platforms, each one holding an alien. I had an audience. I looked at the alien closest to me. His eyes were no longer blank - each sporting a grayish pupil - the better to see you with, my dear.
Lights started to flash and I could hear what sounded like applause, but I could see no one clapping.
In one of the screens, I was able to view the arrival of the Supreme Leader. He was taller than most of the aliens but no taller than the one who had brought me here. He was dressed in a flowing white robe. White must be his favorite color judging by the room. He stood behind me viewing his target.
Two "assistants" stepped to his sides and removed his robe. It pulled aside revealing his almost human body. Almost, I repeat. His cock, if you could call it that was not a foot long. It hung to the floor. The head of it would have been on the floor, except for the fact that it was moving around like a snake. It had to be at least three feet in length, maybe longer. Fortunately, its thickness was no more than mine. The Supreme Leader's ball sac was in proportion to his animated cock. His balls hung to his knees. I could only imagine the load they would pump out. I was most certainly going to explode and splatter my guts all over the room.
The Supreme Leader sauntered back and forth across the platform. He seemed to be taking great pride in showing off his alien dong. When he was sure everyone had seen enough of it, he walked over to me. His smooth hand caressed my lower back and all over my butt cheeks as he examined me closely. He bent down to peer at my anus. Out of curiosity, he pushed a finger against it. I tightened up, refusing him entry. He was not impressed.
Dropping his gentle demeanor, he pushed his finger directly against my anus, forcing it deep inside of me. This had been a mistake on my part. My ass burned like hell. He moved his finger back and forth a few times. Sure of his target now, he prepared for my impregnation. I was to be the mother of his child.
He stood behind me, hands on his hips. Slowly, the head on his penis rose until it was level with my puckered hole. I tried to relax and think about something else. The images on the screen in front of me jolted me back to reality.
I was jerked out of my thoughts as the head pressed on my anus. It felt warm, and vibrated slightly. I felt pressure against my tight hole and tried to relax. The vibration of the head increased as it sought entry. It seemed alive - to possess a life all its own. I couldn't tell if the Leader was in control of it or whether it acted on its own.
I felt my anus stretching. I thought his head was inside me until I remembered that his head was at least six inches long. I swallowed hard, awaiting the inevitable. It wasn't long in coming.
The vibrations inside of me started to feel really good. I could feel my dick hardening and swelling. The alien's head seemed to wiggle back and forth seeking to find its way blindly in the dark wet tunnel that was my ass. Farther and farther it went inside. My insides tingled with the vibration and the throbbing of the alien cock.
When I thought it could go no deeper, it did a miraculous thing. It turned a corner. It was following a path deep into my intestines. Maybe I would survive after all. Although my insides were beginning to feel very full, the vibrations and throbbing were having a serious effect on my erection. It throbbed and bounced like it had a life of it's own. I looked up at the screens in front of me. It was like watching a bizarre porno movie.
The alien stood, feet planted firmly. He had an intense look on his face. I could not tell what he was feeling. What did an alien look like when he blew his load. I'm not sure I wanted to find out as I remembered his elephant-sized balls.
His dick wiggled and jiggled and tickled my insides. Another look at the screen told me that he still had at least a foot and a half to go. At least he was taking his time. Farther and farther into my intestines it wiggled. I tried to remember biology at school. I knew the human intestine was long - but how long?
My teen dick was swollen bigger and harder than I had ever seen. Pre-cum oozed, no, ran in a steady stream from my angry red head. There was something great about this thing crawling up my ass. It seemed to have increased the size of my dick tremendously. I must be at least ten inches long. I don't know what that liquid was that they fed me but I wanted the recipe.
Looking at the screens, I could see that the alien had only six or seven inches to go before he was resting against my cheeks. His wiggly dick felt like it would burst up my throat and into my mouth at any moment. And then he was in. I felt his warm smooth thighs resting against my cheeks. I realized that the throbbing in my own dick had lulled me into a false sense of security. The Leader was ready to begin stroking.
I felt a tremendous itching inside me as he pulled his dick back through me. Out and out it came, picking up speed as it slithered out of me. The tip of his head reached my anus, and he started to thrust back in. The feeling of heat and warmth spreading through my insides as it raced back and forth through my intestines was so intense, I almost fainted. This was more pleasure than any teen boy could ever hope to deal with. If he didn't cum soon, I would go insane. I couldn't imagine how I would deal with the added pleasure from my own cock when it decided to shoot.
I looked down at it, hoping it was not going to cum very soon. I couldn't have been more wrong. My heavy cock was pointing at an angle out from my body and upwards.
I would have to be careful that I didn't shoot in my own face. Pre-cum ran from it like a small river. My dick throbbed and throbbed, trying to spill my seed before it exploded.
I could see by the screen that the pleasure of being inside me was starting to have an effect on the Leader. His face was no longer pale. His cheeks were flushed. His body lurched back and forth as he pushed his cock back and forth. Actually, maybe it was pulling him back and forth.
Oh, shit, I was cumming. I looked down in time to see a huge spurt of cum shoot out of my dick. As it did, the pleasure in my body multiplied tenfold. I don't know why I didn't pass out. My body jerked and squirmed and undulated as the spasms tore me apart.
I looked at the screen. It was at least twenty feet in front of me, but I could see my huge load of cum running down it. I shot and shot, the jerking of my body made my dick wave back and forth from side to side. Cum was flying everywhere. The aliens to either side of me were fleeing from their seats, as my cum splattered over them.
As if that wasn't enough, the Leader was cumming, too. I felt the first gallon of his hot juices fill my insides. I looked down at what had been my flat stomach, only to watch as it started to bulge out. The Leader exploded his load inside of me. I watched, helplessly, as my abdomen expanded more and more. I was sure it would split open at any moment. The only other time I ever felt like this was when I was eleven. Mom had given me an enema. This was definitely worse - much worse.
At long last, the alien cock stopped pumping its juices. I looked at my abdomen. I looked pregnant - and maybe I was. I could stand it no more. I fainted.
I awoke to the sunshine streaming through my bedroom window. I'd had the weirdest dream. It was all about aliens and sex. I remembered the ending clearly. I was being pumped full of alien sperm. I sighed in relief. Thank god it was only a dream.
My bed felt funny. It felt like I had pissed it or had a wet dream. I reached under the blankets and found my crotch. When I brought it back, it was sticky and yellow. Damn, I had pissed AND had a wet dream. I threw off the covers, intending to start my clean up. I was sitting in a large sticky yellow pool. I stood up and looked down at my bed. Yellow strings of sticky fluid ran from the pool to where they had stuck to my body. My bum felt really strange. As I reached to feel it, a big yellow glob fell to the floor with a splat. Then, the final act of my dream flooded my into my brain. Shit, I'm pregnant.
I fainted and collapsed to the floor.
A fantasy from somewhere in my warped brain. Hope you liked it.