Manphibians Chapter 10: How to Fuck Your Alien Evan Andrews ©2023
This story is not quite a fan fiction but it's close enough.
As always. I had a slate of faces I imagined while writing this story, and I'll list them at the end of each chapter until we have the full cast. Use your own imagination if you don't like my choices. This story should not be taken as a true representation of the sexuality of any of the men in question.
The story depicts males in sci-fi sexual situations with other males, and the odd alien. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
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If anyone had told Cohutta that he'd one day be a prisoner on an alien spaceship—well, he might have stopped to reckon the odds. If, however, they'd told him he'd be the voluntary pet and occasional sex toy of a race of man-shaped amphibians, he'd have laughed them off the stage. A man's man like him? A sex-toy? Dream on.
The abductees—or was it right to call them that after the couple of weeks they'd spent assimilating to their role? (Weeks in Ship's time which mirrored that of Phib's home world rather than the humans'.) Whatever, the human pets had all fallen into the routine devised by the Biologist and administered by the Quartermaster. Mostly it revolved around the grunt work of maintaining the Conservatory—none of them thought of it as a cage or a cell. Added to that, the Quartermaster oversaw a rigorous exercise routine intended to keep the men's bodies trim and fit, and it sat them through sessions where they practiced understanding a simplified version of the Phib croaking language. Toss in a couple of meals a day, grooming and long soaks in the Pool, and that filled those waking hours when they weren't cuddling up to their masters.
Today, the men were basking on the shore of the Pool when two of the crew unexpectedly entered the room. The pets all climbed out of the water and stood at attention.
the Quartermaster croaked.
the Linguist (who had devised both the pets' language lessons and a similar program in simplified English for the crew's benefit).
The Linguist walked to the assembled pets, and Cohutta and Nehemiah smiled as it approached. Originally Nehemiah would have said that all the Phibs looked the same to him, but after a few weeks proximity, the Black stud could differentiate between all ten of the crew. But especially, he could recognize his master.
Cohutta tried croaking.
The Linguist rasped its amusement, and even Nehemiah chuckled. Cohutta's Phib speak was terrible, but he was arguably better at vocalizing Phib croaks than any of the other pets were.
"Master," the Black hunk took over—in English, "How may we serve you?"
the Linguist croaked, and it led its pets to the other side of the Pool. This experiment, radical as it was, merited at least a little privacy.
"Do you want us to bring you off?" Nehemiah asked his master, hopeful and expectant, as they circled the warm waters.
<yes / not usual way> It was a trial to simplify the Phib speech enough for the pets to understand, and this was an involved subject.
"Tell us, master," Cohutta said earnestly.
and the Linguist touched its pectoral spermatozoa patches <sperm / like> and it cupped both men's testicles.
A tingle shot up their cocks which plumped up, and the two men nodded their understanding.
the Linguist said, and it rubbed a hand across its abdomen where similar patches decorated the muscles.
Nehemiah's eyes opened wide, followed by Cohutta's only a second later. If the Black stud understood his master, then the aliens weren't male the way the abductees were. They were both male and female at the same time. Or to put it another way, they were complete.
Cohutta croaked.
<rules / space phib no fuck>
"What?" Cohutta asked, "But..."
<HUT mouth no fuck / like BATE> The croak did its best with the human word for jerking off.
"Oh," Cohutta said.
the Linguist said
That got the pets' attention, and under wondering eyes both cocks rose to full erection.
"Real fuck?" Nehemiah asked.
<yes / egg come>
And the alien pulled the dark-skinned mammal against its body. The endotherm's warmth relaxed his master, and Phib precum glistened on its pectorals.
The Linguist fell to its knees and pulled Nehemiah's tight abdominals against its pecs. Then it began to rub alien muscle against terrestrial.
"Fuck," Nehemiah sighed. It was bizarre, but somehow pleasant.
"What?" Cohutta asked. He was, they all were, used to pleasuring the crew with their mouths, but this was new. And oddly exciting.
"It's like the Master's precum is soaking through my skin," Nehemiah panted as his eyes rolled back in his head. "And the more he rubs me, the more turned on I get. Fuck!"
The Black stud shuddered.
"Hut, if it keeps this up, I may blow my load!"
"Without touching yourself?" The cowboy was still amazed at how the aliens could bring the men to soul-shaking orgasms without stimulating their dicks.
"I don't understand it either, but—oh sweet baby Jesus!"
All through this exchange, the Linguist clicked its own pleasure. Rubbing flesh against flesh was something its body recognized, something more primal and fulfilling than the mammals licking it to orgasm.
the Linguist managed to say, whereupon its spermatozoa patches released, coating the Black hunk's hard belly with familiar alien jizz.
The moment the Phib spermatozoa penetrated his skin, Nehemiah gave a gasp of his own, and his fuck-stick shot wad after wad of hot cum against his master's lower body.
"Fuck!" Nehemiah cried out, and he started to collapse.
Cohutta got to his partner just in time to keep him from falling into the Pool, and he pulled the Black stud back to the nearest couch. Phib cum, and lots of it, coated the ladder of Nehemiah's abs, and his partner's hard cock was still twitching, still trying to fire additional ropes of sperm.
"Master?" Cohutta said, worried.
(Human names still challenged the Phibs, so they used simpler nicknames—like Neeh and Hut.)
If the orgasm had taken the starch out of Nehemiah, it had taken its toll on the Linguist as well.
the Linguist croaked again. (Come not cum—the words were distinctly different in Phib.)
Cohutta stared. His master didn't look much better than his partner, but when the Phib hissed annoyance at being kept waiting the country boy rushed to his side.
the Linguist ordered.
Cohutta helped his master to its feet. The goo on its chest begged to be licked away, but the Phib instead pushed the mammal to his knees so that his chest now faced the Phib's cum-dappled abdomen.
Shooting the alien a glance, Cohutta complied and leaned towards the taunt alien abdominals. Nehemiah's load provided lubrication of a sort, but soon the Phib's egg patches caught up with the action, secreting a sex goo of their own.
And fuck! Once again Cohutta felt his cock turning to wrought iron as he ground against his master's lower body. And so good... Fuck, if this feeling was even half what Nehemiah had experienced, then all of the abductees could look forward to a serious fucking great future seriously having real sex with their masters.
Absently, Cohutta licked at the Phib's body and felt the alien shudder at this casual contact. The Phibs apparently had nothing like human foreplay. Oral worship, petting, and caresses initially dumbfounded the aliens, and kissing was a complete mystery to them. Displays of endearment had no part in Phib relations. Apparently, though, it was a practice they were willing to experiment with.
Yeah,' Cohutta thought as he ground his chest against the Phib's belly, I guess us dirt-ballers have something to teach the high and mighty space cadets after all.'
Smiling, the cowboy mused, `And I wonder if we'll get danger pay for all the fucking I see in our future?'
With that thought on his mind, Cohutta chuckled and doubled his efforts in bringing his master off (as well as himself because the cowboy definitely felt his own sap starting to percolate).
Cohutta tried croaking again.
the Linguist said
The Linguist knew that it was pushing things by having sex with both its pets in one session. True, long ago it had been common for its people to—what was the human word?—flipflop when engaging in reproductive activity. In those bad old days, this ensured that two egg masses would be released, doubling the probabilities of hatchlings surviving. Nowadays, though, what with modern medicine and the eradication of most common hatchling predators, the practice was considered excessive, gauche and simple (and arguably juvenile) hedonism. It was still done (clandestinely), but not considered at all couth. And it was definitely not talked about in polite society.
That was unimportant right now, however, the kneeling mammal was doing all the right things to...
"Click!" the Linguist vocalized loudly, the equivalent of the human ejaculation, "Fuck!"
Its egg patches opened, and the remains of Nehemiah's ejaculation seeped in. Even though, of course, the pet's sperm couldn't fertilize any of the released eggs, its body released a secondary goo, one meant to disguise that eggs had just been fertilized. Then slime rushed out as the "fertilized" eggs were expelled. The chemical it carried, however, also sent Cohutta over the edge. The cowboy's rosy, pink woody convulsed, danced, and spat a heavy dose of human cum onto his belly and into the moss.
Alien hands grabbed at Cohutta's head as the exhausted Linguist teetered back and forth, spent by its second orgasm. It was all the cowboy could do not to fall to the floor himself, but he did his best to be the anchor his master needed.
As it turned out, though, Cohutta only needed to hold on for a few seconds. Nehemiah appeared suddenly behind the Linguist, steadying the alien and holding it upright.
the Linguist said.
At the edge of the Pool, the humans helped the spent alien slide into the healing waters, they themselves slipping in right behind him. Slowly the evidence of their lovemaking washed away, and the various fluids as well as the Linguist's unfertilized eggs floated away (and were recycled just as the pets' cum had been when they'd circle jerked into the waters).
Nehemiah, and later Cohutta, took advantage of this moment of intimacy to run gentle hands over the Phib's entire body, using their dermal ridges to scrape the alien clean down to the hide. The Linguist did nothing to oppose this; instead it closed its eyes, leaned back against the bank, and basked in the intense afterglow and this certain evidence of its pets' devotion.
At a gasp from above them, Cohutta and Nehemiah looked up and saw their fellow abductees frantically jacking off as the Quartermaster looked on. Of course they were. The men had watched the whole thing and had gotten turned on by it.
For reasons neither Cohutta nor Nehemiah could never clearly explain later, the two basking men closed their eyes and waited for the inevitable shower of man cream.
They didn't have to wait long.
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the Leader said when the Linguist reported to the crew committee.
<it works like you would not believe / this one never before felt such release>
<yes / but this one advises that the crew be cautious about engaging in full congress in both male and female roles / this one has no idea what the long-term effects might be / not for the crew and not for the pets>
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And, of course, as with all good advice, this was ignored from the get-go. Before many days had passed every member of the crew had drawn its pets into acts of full sexual congress.
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Cohutta is played by Cohutta Grindstaff who we met when he was abducted. Nehemiah is played by Nehemiah Clark, another Challenge contestant.
Previously introduced `played bys' are Lio Ruch, Mike Mizanin, Jordan Wisely, Nelson Thomas, Dustin Zito, Kim Tränka, Horacio Gutiérrez, Gus Smyrnios, Noor Jehangir, Brad Fiorenza, Cory Wharton, Zach Nichols, Nam Vo, Rogan O'Connor, Jordan Wisely, Adam King, Joss Mooney, Sam Lonsdale, and Cohutta Grindstaff.