DeWayne flopped on to his back and pulled his legs into his chest. I reached for the lube, but decided that eating his ass first was needed more. He smiled down at me as he figured out what I was about to do.
"You sure do love to toss salad," the alien grinned. "Take as long as you like. The only way to make it better would be to sit on your face."
"Sold!" I shouted as I flipped over on to my back. He laughed and moved into position. My hands rubbed over his hard, black ass as he lowered it to within an inch of my face. My tongue darted out and tasted his tight hole again. I moaned loudly, tasty manhole again. Again, my dick jerked and sprayed out more precum. DeWayne leaned over and sucked half my steely dick between his lips. I pushed his face away. "I'll cum too fast if you even touch my dick. My next load needs to go back up your ass, just like the one I taste now."
"You like tasting your load that you've shot up my ass?" the alien asked.
"Oh, yeah! I love cum anyway and from any hole I can suck it," I beamed.
"Suck away, then," DeWayne responded.
I chewed and licked at his ass lips, savoring the taste of cum dribbles and his clean hole. After all that fucking and his ass still tasted clean. I vaguely, briefly wondered about that, but pushed it aside to enjoy my briefly fermented cum.
Again, DeWayne didn't like to be idle, so he started sucking on my dick again. I pushed him off, taking the obvious cue that he needed some dick action on his ass or he'd taste cum in his mouth instead of through his ass.
DeWayne smiled as he turned around and sat easily on my dick, taking every thick inch up his eager hole. "How can something so big feel so good going up my ass?" the alien marveled. I only groaned with pleasure as his ass muscles chewed on my slowly thrusting dick as he set up a bouncing rhythm.
He leaned into me and kissed me gently on the lips. His hard dick was trapped between us, leaking precum profusely.
"You're gonna fuck it right outta me, again, John," he warned, kissing me harder.
"Let me know when you get really close," I urged. "I wanna taste your sweet cream again. But, as good as your ass feels, I'm gonna be spraying my load real soon."
He bore down harder, sucking me savagely with his deep ass muscles. "Better be soon," DeWayne warned. "I'm not much good at holding back."
I leaned forward and pushed his torso upwards. My lips closed over the head of his dick and I tasted several dribbles of precum. Yeah, he was very close. The head was enormous and his precum was surging. In the few seconds it took to position my mouth, DeWayne had pulled his ass off my dick to leaving only the head inside his muscled hole. His strong ass lips stroked and squeezed my swollen pole.
I pushed down hard on his hips, impaling him completely on my tingling dick. I was well beyond the point of no return. My dick had already started firing. "Oh, FUCK! CUMMING!" I shouted and thrashed. His dick waved hard and menacingly in my face, my mouth gaping wide to scream out my pleasure. A second and third wave shattered my control. Only my pounding hips and squirting dick knew what to do.
"Yeah, Baby! Cum in my ASS!" DeWayne squealed as he pulled hard on his thick, long semen-launcher. "Gotta cum, too!" he whispered hoarsely.
I opened my squeezed-shut, pleasure-blinded eyes, zeroed in with my mouth and clamped my full lips onto the dark pink head. My mouth sprang widely open as another climax roared through me, silently screaming out another pleasure wave. I tasted cum, instantly clamping my mouth shut to enjoy the taste of another of his delicious man loads of jizz. Again, I shot up his ass, pulling his dark, muscled hips into another deep thrust, and trying not to dislodge his spasming dick from my mouth.
He pulled up to the head of my dick, forcing several inches of his spraying dick into my mouth. The thick, creamy head hit the back of my throat and I backed off, not wanting to gag. Another spray of jizz convulsed my body, powering upwards again into DeWayne hard, black ass. More of his jizz poured from his dick. I swallowed twice to avoid losing any of it.
My dick jerks subsided, but the squeezing of his ass muscles as his climax continued didn't. Despite my increasing sensitivity, I continued to fuck him, racing my big headed dick against his joy button, maximizing his pleasure. Another big stream of cum jetted from his jerking dick into my sucking lips. I could suck that big dick and swallow any load he shot into me, I thought hungrily.
His dick finally slipped from my mouth as he sat back hard on my thick sausage. DeWayne's ass muscles had stopped sucking my dick, so my sensitivity level wasn't challenged. He leaned into me, being careful not to dislodge my still hard dick, and kissed me (mining some of his own sperm load).
"I can see why you love the taste of dick juice," DeWayne signed. "Even mine tastes good. How do you keep from wanting to have sex all the time with every man out in the world? This is SO good!"
I laughed. "You have to have some standards," I suggested. "Not every man will turn you on as much as you turn me on. I'm not THAT easy."
I wonder what that meant, the alien mused. Easy? He mentally shrugged and let it slide. Should I be enjoying the bed of other men to more reasonably understand this gay phenomenon? So far, it's been incredibly good and pleasurable. Would it be so with the female of the species? Determined to find out, he asked, "Have you ever been with a woman?"
John looked at him oddly. "What a peculiar question to ask at this time," John said. "My dick's up your ass, your cum is in my mouth, and that's a sure dick wilter," he smiled.
"Oh, sorry."
"Don't be sorry," John smiled up at him. "It's a valid question. The timing is odd, but a good question nonetheless."
"I guess I'm not so good with the social graces," the alien said sheepishly.
"Don't worry about it," John reassured him. "And to answer your question, yes, I've been with a woman."
"What was it like? Anything like this?"
"Only vaguely," I sighed, slowly fucking him with my wilting dick. "In the first place, it goes in a different hole, well, most of the time," I laughed. The alien looked at John blankly. "Anyway," John continued, missing the look, "there are commitment issues, pregnancy issues, and depth issues for me when I'm with a woman."
"How so?"
"Uh, well, I'm not exactly under-blessed in the dick department, and women only have so much space to shove a long dick like mine inside," John explained. "So, I couldn't go as deeply as I can with you without fear of hurting them and ruining the mood. But, they did love the thickness of the shaft and my big dickhead. It hit their clit nicely."
"So the sex wasn't that good?"
"Well, I got off most of the time, but woman are built differently. I like fucking a muscled guy like you, not a soft, curvaceous woman. And there was always the issue of unintended pregnancy. There's no such thing as a 100% no-failure rate on any kind of protection, whether pills or condoms," John added.
"Is it really that easy to get a woman pregnant?" the alien pursued.
"If you fuck during their fertile period, you sure can. I've had condoms break and condoms leak. Just because she says she's on the pill doesn't mean that she is, or that it always prevents pregnancy 100% of the time. And (as you can tell) I cum a lot; so that's even more opportunity for one of my swimmers to knock her up."
"No wonder the planet has so many humans on it," the alien mused aloud.
"Yeah, we can breed like rabbits," John laughed, even though DeWayne's observation was somewhat odd. "Good thing there are men like us who prefer frequent sex with other men. If we were fuckin' women, we'd have them pregnant all the time with our libidos."
"Didn't you want to marry, ever?" The alien had read about marriage, but didn't know exactly how that happened.
"I'm a sport fucker," John revealed. The alien again stared blankly. "Uh, that means I like to fuck just for the fun and pleasure of it, not get attached." Damn, this boy is naïve, John thought.
"Oh."
"That's certainly true with women anyway," he clarified. "They are so clinging, thinking they own you because they spread their legs for you. And there is the drama, the monthly periods, the mood swings. I don't wanna have to put up with that. Gay men can be dramatic, but not nearly like women do. Besides, men wanna fuck all the time; women would rather fuck when they feel like it. That's generally when they're most fertile. NOT a good idea for obvious reasons!" John's large, black snake had finally slipped out of DeWayne's well fucked and deeply seeded ass.
The reasons were obvious from John's point of view, the alien concluded. He touched John's head again, trying to access his memories of sex with women and why they didn't seem to work for him. His black, thick dick rose as he gained John's memories. John's beautiful, black ass pumped up and down, flexing and bouncing with each hungry thrust. The women moaned with pleasure, but winced or shouted painfully when John went too deep. John's memories displayed his frustration, despite the good climaxes he always had.
"I can see why you're gay. Women are frustrating," DeWayne said.
"Oh, I don't think it's the women's fault," John countered. "I've been gay since I was 8 years old or so. I've always wanted to check out men's and boy's dicks. I thought I was expected to go out with women and have sex with them. That's the societal norm. Even though I can get it up and complete the act with women, I don't enjoy it nearly as much as I do with hot men like you." John caressed DeWayne's shoulders and pillow-like pecs. "You're easily the hottest man I've ever been with."
"Thanks. No one has ever said that to me. Ever!" DeWayne smiled down at him.
"And you've still never been intimate with men or women?"
"Never," the alien honestly answered. Oh, he'd had many forms of pleasurable sex with other beings, but they were neither men nor women.
"Amazing!" John said. "You are such a catch!" Dewayne moved to lie beside John, but John moved him so that his recently fucked (and hopefully cum dripping ass) would be hovering over John's face. "Yeah, Baby! Gimme dat azz!" John's tongue rocketed up against the tight, wet pucker, probing hard to gain entry. DeWayne relaxed and let John enter. He bent over, spreading his ass farther, giving John a chance to push his face deeply between DeWayne's muscular butt globes and snake his tongue as deep as possible. John moaned with delight as he tasted a few dribbles of his cum that had leaked out as his dick had shrunk. The major part of his load was shot so high up DeWayne's ass that there was no real way to reach it this soon.
DeWayne licked off the dribbling mushroom head lying on John's abs. Even though it tasted faintly of ass, the taste of sweet dick cream was delicious. John moaned again and lapped deeper. DeWayne could sense that John's dick was starting to expand again. That was certainly okay with the alien. It liked getting fucked in this human male body.
DeWayne turned around. He lay atop John, again, remembering how John enjoyed the feel of a hard, male body on him. Their semi-flaccid dicks lay beside each other oozing the last drips of cum from their last climaxes. His lips lightly brushed John's full lips and they kissed gently, then more ardently.
"You're a great kisser, despite your lack of experience," John signed with a big grin.
"Experience isn't the only teacher," DeWayne smiled back. "I read a lot, too."
John laughed aloud. "Whatever you've been reading, I want a copy. Either you're naturally talented in love making or whatever you've been reading is extremely graphic and detailed."
"If you haven't read a lot about sex," DeWayne said, "you must have a LOT of experience. You said you started at 8?"
"Well, sorta started at 8," John clarified. "I had sleep-overs and spent time at other kid's houses. "We were always comparing dicks and feeling each other's hardness. But, it never went any farther. It was really just kids exploring each other's bodies. I enjoyed it, probably more than the other kids, but I didn't pursue it until I was about 14."
"What happened then?"
"I'd just started high school," John began. "I tried out for the basketball team and made it. I was 2nd string for most of the year, but that's another story. Anyway, after one of our first practices, the team was in the showers. I hadn't seen so many naked boys in my life. All of them were in great shape. The seniors had great muscles, beautiful butts, and nice long or thick dicks. It seemed to me that all of them were horned up and checkin' out each other's dicks and butts. Being a horny 14-year old and 6' tall, I almost instantly went to my full erection of 9". Two of the other guys did too when I did. I quickly turned my back to them hoping to avoid detection."
"That had to be a little embarrassing at such a young age," DeWayne observed, feeling the change in body temperature, heart rate, and slight flushing. "What'd you do?"
"I did my best to will my dick to go flaccid, but, my mind kept flashing on the hot boys that were in the showers with me," John signed. The alien touched his fingers to John's head again and accessed the memory. Yes, they were nubile young men with some seriously muscled butts and expanding dicks on nearly all of them. "The rest of the guys left the shower and toweled off. My dick finally deflated enough for me to turn off my shower and grab a towel at the shower entrance. But, I wasn't fast enough to cover my nearly hard dick. One of the seniors whistled. `Damn, Porter! That's a monster! It IS true what they say about black men!' The rest of the guys on the team laughed, but two of them kept checking me out rigorously."
That's another idiom the alien didn't understand. What's true about black men? He let it slide again, not wanting to demonstrate his ignorance too obviously. John had smiled, as if DeWayne would know what that meant and it was supposed to be amusing. DeWayne smiled back, hoping that would disguise his lack of understanding. And who was Porter? Oh, yeah, that's this male human's last name: John Alexander Porter.
"So, I toweled off as best I could trying to keep my dick from rising any more and also trying to shield it from more prying eyes," John continued. "However, each time I casually looked up, at least half the team was watching me, evidently wanting to get a glimpse of my hard dick, again. Of course, that just complicated things. I got harder and harder as I rubbed the towel over me. I couldn't keep standing there at the shower entrance forever, so I strode to my locker. My dick was hard as steel, but I thought I had covered it with the towel I was holding. What had really happened was that the towel had draped over my hard dick and only managed to tent the towel. It was obvious to anyone within 100 feet that I was boned up," John signed.
"What did you do?"
"Well, I finally figured it out, and turned my back to them. The guy standing next to my locker was one of a couple of guys who never took their eyes off me. He told me that woodies happened to everyone, and though the embarrassment was real, I wouldn't die of it. I smiled as best I could at his attempt to make me feel better. But, then he said, `And you gotta really hot ass, too.' Like an idiot, I looked over my shoulder and checked my butt out. In doing that, the towel had whipped away from my dick and I was fully exposed to everyone. Again, I suffered through a number of cat calls and laughter. If I could have found a deep hole nearby, I'd have crawled into it.
"I put my clothes on as fast as I could and left. I wanted to quit the team right away, and never go back. But, I knew I'd have to face them in the classroom the next day, so quitting the team wouldn't solve anything. As I wallowed in self-pity, one of the seniors caught up with me. He was the center, about 6'6" and weighted about 220 or so. Look, Porter,' he said. Don't take it so hard. None of us can keep control of our dicks. It happens, so don't worry about it. Besides, those guys are just jealous of how much dick you got.' I couldn't believe it! This senior was actually talking to me and trying to make me feel better. I turned to him and thanked him, but I was still deeply embarrassed. Look, Kid,' the center began again, I'm older and taller than you and my dick is just barely the size of yours. You're what, 15?' I told him I was 14 and wouldn't be 15 for another month. Then, the guy laughed. I was boiling mad that he'd laugh at me. I stalked off. Hey, Man,' he shouted after me, catching up. I was not laughing at you. I was laughing at me. You got another nearly 4 years before you catch up with me. By that time, your dick is gonna be WAY bigger than mine. Be proud of that big thing. If any of the guys give you shit, just tell them that they're jealous they don't have such a monster between their legs. They'll back off.' He was the team captain, so he could sway them, I concluded."
"And did it work out for you?"
"Oh, yeah! Did it EVER!" John laughed. "The next day after practice, we all showered again and more guys were checking me out than ever. Word had been spread around that I was packin' and proud. Two of them were already hard by the time I got into the shower with the rest of the team. Watch out for those two,' the center smiled at me as he walked by me to grab a towel. Both of them wanna swing on that big bat of yours. They already swing on mine!' To say I was astonished would be a wild understatement. I assumed that he meant the two guys who were hard when I entered the shower room. But, when I glanced in their direction, they weren't the only ones hard. Three other guys had boned up. One of the original two was bending over showing off his ass. One of the guys winked at me and patted the ass of the bent over guy. Another guy walked by both of them with a serious woodie and slid his fingers down the guy's soapy crack. I was stunned that all this sexual horseplay was going on and no one seemed to mind. Of course, I was totally stone hard by then.
"I turned off my shower and headed out to where the center was toweling off. I asked him if he were serious about two of my teammates sucking his dick. He assured me that they did a lot more than that. Standing beside him, I had to check out his dick. It was a monster! Really thick and as long as mine, too," John smiled as his dick slid hard against DeWayne's rising, precum-dripping dick.
"What he a white boy?"
"Yeah, they all were white," John said. "I was the only black kid on the team."
"And then what happened?" DeWayne moaned as he dry humped John's hard abs.
"He was checking out my dick, too," John continued. "I caught him at it. He just smiled and wrapped his big hand around my thick shaft and dickhead. I could sure have a lot of fun with this,' he smiled into my face. You ever played around with a guy before?' he'd asked. Not like this, I whispered hoarsely, my legs wobbly at the pleasure his touch was giving me." John's hands moved to DeWayne's ass and slid his fingers down his bedmates deep trench and fingered his wet asshole. "You got the sweetest ass, Man," John crooned.
"Get back to the point," the alien smiled down at him, but also backed up on to the probing fingers.
"'Come to my house after you get dressed. I'll be waiting for you outside. I think we both need to trade some cum,' the center whispered in my ear. I couldn't believe that this really hot, built, tall stud was asking me to go have sex with him. I got my ass patted by the same guy that told me the day before that I had a nice ass. He showed me his big, hard dick, too. I was beginning to wonder if every guy on the basketball team was gay."
"Well, were they?" Dewayne moaned as I slipped two fingers up his ass.
"I don't know. But, I do know that I had some kind of sex with all of them, sometimes in groups, sometimes singly," John replied. He picked up DeWayne's hips and positioned his hard dick behind DeWayne's big nuts, his leaking dickhead replacing his fingers against the alien's wet manhole. "I need to fuck you again, Man!" John whispered breathlessly. DeWayne grabbed the dick behind him and centered the big head at his back door. He slid effortlessly all the way down.
"Now, continue your story. Did you go with him?" DeWayne smiled, bouncing slowly up and down on the entire length of John's amazingly hard dick.
"Yeah," John sighed as DeWayne's ass muscles sucked slowly at the big black dick. "We hit the bed at his house and got into an instant 69. Both of us were so hot for it that we shot off in less than a minute, nearly simultaneously. We talked a little, but kept sucking at each other's dick. Funny, now that I think back on it, I didn't even flinch when I tasted his load in my mouth. It just seemed the natural thing to do."
"And he swallowed your load, too?"
"Oh, yeah, he scored three of them in about half an hour. I couldn't believe how good it felt," John remembered.
"You get his nut, too?"
"Yeah, he was loaded up as much as I was. I loved all three of his creams, too. He told me to come over the next day; and his two friends that sucked him off and did other things would be there. He said I'd love what they do. I figured it would be more dick-sucking, but then I remember that he said that they did a lot more than that."
"And you showed up the next afternoon?"
"Well, after practice, the coach wanted to talk with me, so I was a little late getting into the shower room. By the time I got there, nearly everyone was gone or getting dressed. The center said he'd meet me at his car. I was going to get a quick rinse and join him, but in the billows of steam from the shower room, I saw one guy on his knees suckin' on another guy's dick. It wasn't like I hadn't seen that before! Anyway, in a few seconds he'd turned the guy around that he was sucking and started eating his ass. I thought that was so gross, until I heard the guy getting rimmed say how much he loved it and moaned really loud. I just stood there, frozen. The guy stood behind the rimmed guy and slid his dick up the guy's ass. I couldn't believe how easily it went up his butt and how much the guy getting fucked loved it. They were totally into it, sorta like we are now, DeWayne. DAMN! You're ass is hot and hungry!"
"Quit changing the subject," the alien moaned as his pace increased along with the pressure he exerted on the meat missile in his butt.
"The guy in front was bent over and the one fuckin him had hold of the guy's hips and was pulling him into every deep thrust. They were both moaning like whores. My dick was hard as steel by then and dripping precum like you know it does."
"Yeah, great lube for my ass, but your loads are the best lubes."
"Yeah, Baby. You're gonna get more jizz up your ass, REAL soon!" I promised. "I don't know how you do it, but I'm gonna cum again pretty soon. I don't remember how many loads you've already ripped out of me! But, this is gonna be one of my hardest climaxes. I can feel it! FUCK!"
"Finish your story!" DeWayne insisted, cannonballing on the thick 10" dick up his hungry ass and eating it fiercely with his deepest ass muscles.
"In less than another minute, the guy shot off up his teammate's ass. Jay's gonna love your hole now,' the fucker said. Jay was the center that I was going to go see in a few minutes with them. All lubed up, just the way he loves it,' the guy added. `And your dick tasting of cum and fucked ass,' the other guy said. I didn't now what to think or do. I needed to shower, because I was sure that Jay wouldn't want to suck my dick unless I'd cleaned up. I went back to my locker and slammed the door hard, hoping they heard that someone was still in the locker room. When I got back to the shower room, they'd separated and were the very picture of innocence."
"Yeah, Man! Give my ass some essence!" DeWayne purred.
"That wasn't exactly what I said, but I'll give you all your ass can take," I promised him. I held down his hips again like the last time and powerfucked his butt as hard and deep as I could. His sweet butt chewed and sucked on my dick. I was so close. I warned him again as he sat hard on my upright organ, his ass lips chewing hard on my pubic hair and thick root. "Oh, Man! Gotta cum! Fuckin' CUM!" I bellowed.
"Yeah, Baby! Give it to me! FUCK MY ASS!" DeWayne joined in. His thick dick sprayed precum in lazy loops from his big, spongy dickhead piss slit. "Fuck me harder! Make me cum!" DeWayne begged. I pounded his ass as hard as I could, giving myself maximum pleasure, but at the same time, hitting his joy button as hard and often as possible. It wasn't that my dickhead was hitting his prostate; it was my hard, thick dick shaft that was rubbing incessantly against his pleasure button. He slapped his fat dick against my abs wetly. His ass lips chewed determinedly on my thrusting piston. "Yeah, do it! FUCK ME!" he bellowed as his piss slit dilated and oozed out cum. His ass muscles spasmed and cum shot hard from his dick, spraying up to my neck. DeWayne rubbed his dickhead against my abs to maximize his climax pleasure as my hips continued to pound his hole.
When his climax ended, he leaned over and licked his load from my neck and chest. More cum streaked my abs, but he didn't want to move too far down for fear of losing the big dick up his ass. "GAWD! You're good!" I moaned breathlessly, trying to recover some control over my body.
"So are you," the alien beamed down at me. "How can sex between two men be so good, so many times, in such a short time?"
"You bring out the best in me," I assured him.
We finally got out of bed and showered. The rest of the story would have to wait for another time. But, I did eat his ass out in the shower again. With all the loads I'd shot up there, he was full of my baby gravy and it wanted out! I sucked and licked out as much as I could. By then, he was hard again, so I sucked him off one more time. This man was insatiable and I loved every moment with him.
"You still need to tell me what happened with Jay," DeWayne said as they started to dress. John had given him some of his clothes to wear instead of the ones he'd been wearing for the last day (in reality, only hours, but the alien wasn't going to say anything to contradict his host).
"If we do, we'll probably fuck again," I smirked.
DeWayne hesitated. Perhaps, he'd just access the memory from this male human. But, the intense pleasure of having sex again with this man was very tempting. However, the alien did want to know more about this planet and the dominant life form. Maybe it would be a good idea to do more than fuck all the time (as it'd been doing with this human). "We should probably do something else for a while," DeWayne finally offered. "We can't fuck forever."
"If only we could," John mused absently. "But, breakfast is what we should be doing. You wanna go out or eat here?"
"Go out?"
"Okay, I know of a couple of places nearby that have great food and good prices. You've probably been to both of them, though," John said, completely missing the tone of DeWayne's question. He suggested three places after he'd given breakfast a little more thought. All had good menus and attentive, but not hovering, wait staff. But, DeWayne hadn't eaten at any of them (of course), so the alien let John choose.
Two beautiful, muscular, black men weren't that uncommon along Restaurant Row, but two men who looked this good and looked so much alike was startling to every passerby. Gay men who passed them checked out their packages and their butts. Women did the same thing. Straight men checked out their packages and gulped visibly. When flaccid, John hung nearly 6". DeWayne (not sure what the protocols were) exhibited a thick tube running down the inside of his right leg (clad in Levi denim jeans) with a large, leaking head at the end. Neither man wore underwear.
John wondered why most people were staring at DeWayne's crotch. When he saw what was on display, he smiled and asked, "Doesn't that thing ever go soft?"
"What thing?"
"Your dick, Man! You look like you're about ready to fuck someone, or even cum. You're hard as a brick!"
"Oh, it does seem to do what it wants," DeWayne offered as an explanation.
"I should have put some underwear on you, but I like it free. I thought you would, too."
"I do!"
"Then, have a talk with that monster and tell it to behave," John grinned, but brushed his hand against it anyway. "Maybe, I need to take you into the men's room at the restaurant and suck you off again."
"Okay," the alien responded matter-of-factly.
John laughed. "Just try not to embarrass yourself."
When John scooted into the booth where they'd been seated (at John's favorite gay-owned and -operated restaurant) by a gay man who checked both of them out boldly, the alien enjoyed the sight of John's bent over ass. "I could fuck you right here," he muttered. "That's a sweet ass."
"DeWayne!" John whispered sotto voce.
"Gauche?"
"Very!"
"Sorry. All this gay stuff is so new to me."
"I'm more than willing to be your `tour guide', but you gotta give me a chance to teach you some of the social niceties," John smiled, clasping DeWayne's hand on the table.
A server approached and licked his lips suggestively. He handed them menus (after telling them the daily specials) and asked if they wanted something to drink to begin their meal. John always had a mimosa when he went out for breakfast, so he ordered one. Not knowing what was appropriate, the alien ordered the same thing. When the drink order arrived, John ordered one of the special omelets and DeWayne copied him again.
"I hope you don't mind, DeWayne, but I'd really like to get to know you better, if you don't mind answering a ton of questions," John began. DeWayne nodded, but wasn't sure he would have answers that could satisfy his new playmate. "What kind of work do you do?"
"Oh, it's nothing very exciting," the alien responded. "I travel a lot."
"Doing what, for whom?"
"Well, uh," the alien hesitated. "More fact finding, I guess you'd say. Learning what I can, where I can."
"And you share this knowledge?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Do you write books or post it on the internet?"
"Uh, more like sharing with those (he almost said entities here) people who are interested in what I've learned and are capable of understanding it, but not so much that it could hurt them," Dewayne said.
"Really? What could hurt them?"
"Well, knowledge is power and too much power can hurt the people around you, if you don't know how to exercise it correctly or it could even hurt the biosphere."
"So you do some kind of environmental studies?"
"Sometimes," DeWayne dodged. "What about you?" he asked, hoping to deflect scrutiny back to John.
"Oh, I work for one of the city bureaus in an office, pushing a pencil. Nothing very glamorous," John replied.
Not understanding what "pushing a pencil" meant, the alien asked, "Which bureau?"
"Health Department."
"That must be interesting," the alien allowed. "Do you study or prevent diseases?" He'd almost added "in humans", but decided that it could be animal or plant health. His scant knowledge of this planet was becoming a problem.
"That's what the bureau does. I'm just the numbers guy who keeps track of the money that they spend."
A sudden thought occurred to the alien. They use some kind of medium of exchange on this planet instead of bartering for services as some races do or have no money of any kind. On several planets, they do their work for the good of the entire civilization. No one gets rich or is poor on the backs of or because of others. Those utopian worlds are generally xenophobic (fearful of outsiders), not wanting anyone to upset the order of things. What the alien had noticed was that those civilizations tended to be stagnant. There was no drive to improve their world. However, it worked for them, so who was he to criticize.
Deciding that there was no way to come up with "coin of the realm", the alien touched John's head, giving him the thought that John should pay for breakfast. As it turned out, John had already decided that. DeWayne breathed a sigh of relief.
Their breakfasts arrived. Their server lingered a moment, asking them if they wanted to refresh their drinks, but both declined. Watching John closely, DeWayne picked up his fork and sliced off a small piece of his omelet. More pleasure coursed through the alien's body, but this was pleasure of a different kind. He'd eaten what passed for food from many planets, but nothing had prepared him for the delight that human food gave him. "This is very good!" DeWayne said around a mouthful of omelet. "Not as good as sex, but, really good!"
John laughed. "Nothing is as good as sex, DeWayne! But, I agree. This is excellent." The fluffy omelet contained a cheese he couldn't pronounce (but was very creamy and nutty), sliced black olives, pancetta, and cubed chicken breast that had been sautéed in lemon juice, sugar, basil, and sour cream. Candied, sliced almonds were scattered about the top. A side of home fries and a cup of sliced up fruit completed their orders. John added a couple of dashes of hot sauce and a big dollop of catsup to his potatoes. DeWayne copied his additions.
The alien nearly choked on the hot, spicy, yet sweet combination of the hot sauce and catsup. He wasn't prepared for such a sensory rush. "Sorry," DeWayne apologized. "That sauce was hotter than I expected."
"That's why I put on only a little," John grinned. "But, it does add an interesting note to the potatoes."
DeWayne nodded, and then tried the fruit after John had speared some from his own fruit cup. "What an interesting combination of flavors and sensations," he mused. "You have food like this all the time," he blurted out.
"Only when I go out," John answered smoothly, not understanding the true nature of the question. "Otherwise, pretty simple stuff." DeWayne nodded not sure what more he should say without giving himself away. "But, most of the time, I'm a better cook than most restaurants can put out (this place being the exception, of course)."
"Why is that?"
"Why am I a better cook?" DeWayne nodded. "Oh, most restaurants have to please everyone, so they tend to back off on spices and truly delicious foods. Only the real specialty restaurants do it up right. Fast food joints are notoriously boring."
"You don't like going to those fast food places?"
"I'll only go to one of those grease pits if I've no other choices and I'm pressed for time," John revealed. "The amount of fat and sodium in their prepared menus is criminal."
DeWayne just nodded, wondering how they remained free to cook for people if what they prepared was criminal. Shouldn't they be in the local equivalent of a penal colony off world, he thought. Before his mouth asked the question, he stopped himself. These humans speak metaphorically so much; I have to not take them so literally.
When they'd finished their meal, John asked, "Do you have plans for the day?" DeWayne shook his head to the negative. "Excellent! Wanna spend it with me?"
"Fucking?" DeWayne asked with a huge grin, his dick stretching out again.
"Later, perhaps," John answered. DeWayne's grin fell. "Man, you are so into sex! I'd always wished for an oversexed man like you and now that I have you, I can't keep up with your sexual appetite. It's like you're trying to make up for lost time," he laughed.
"I'll try to do better," the alien answered, finally understanding that the frequency of their sexual acts was far higher than normal. Still, his dick was interested in another fuck. It throbbed and leaked down his pants leg once again.
John reached over and grabbed DeWayne's crotch, hoping they could stand and leave. "You're hard again (or still)," he whispered.
The alien grinned sheepishly. "I can't help it," he protested. "You start talking about sex and my dick responds," he whispered back.
"Okay, let's talk about something else," John replied. "What would you like to do today? It's a beautiful day. Let's go for a drive. Where would you like to go?"
"With you," DeWayne smiled dreamily at his benefactor.
"That doesn't narrow it down," John smiled back. "Have you ever been up to Crown Point?" DeWayne shook his head. "There's a great view from up there of the Columbia Gorge. I think you'll like it. And we can stop at Multnomah Falls while we're in the area. How's that sound?"
"Good!"
John paid the check and glanced at DeWayne's crotch as his new friend stood up. It wasn't stone hard, but pretty close. At least the precum flow had ceased and previous drips had dried up. Their server stared at DeWayne's denim-encased dick and licked his lips. That gesture was completely wasted on the alien. John pushed DeWayne out the door, his hand on DeWayne's ass to notify everyone of his current ownership of this stunning man.
In the car and finally on the freeway headed east, John asked, "How long have you been here in Portland? I've seen you at the gym for like the last month or so."
"Yeah, just arrived," the alien answered circumspectly.
"Where you living?"
"Uh," DeWayne paused searching for a good answer. "Not far from your place."
"I'm glad," John smiled, squeezing DeWayne's leg and brushing his hand against the obvious bulge in his Levis. "I'd love to see more of you."
"You've already seen all of me," the alien responded deadpan.
John laughed. "That I have. And I wanna see it many more times."
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