PHEROMONES M/insect, MC, MM PART 1 OF ?
It was only a fluke that he was out in the woods to see the meteor at all. Back at the high school, Daniel had managed to score a joint from one of the goth crowd hanging out in back of the 7-11. He took the shortcut home through old man Willoby's woodlot. It was late autumn. It had started getting dark, and there was a chill in the air that reminded Daniel of winters to come. He went to his favorite spot on the boulders overlooking a small creek, sat down, and lit the joint.
Daniel sat there smoking in the light of the setting sun.
He could feel the day's heat in the boulder pleasantly warming him through his green tee shirt and khaki cargo shorts. He took off his sandals, ran his feet in the long grass that grew at the foot of the boulders, and laid back, squinting in the setting sunlight.
He didn't remember falling asleep, but he was woken up by a strange cracking sound. He started awake and looked up into the now dark sky. Daniel could see a trail of faintly glowing light, and followed it with his eyes into to the north. Suddenly, there was a loud crash and a brighter flash of light. "Fucking incredible! A shooting star!"
Daniel stood up and followed the bank of the creek north towards what he hoped would be the meteorite, not bothering to put his sandals back on. The evening had grown chilly, and in the October night Daniel regretted just wearing shorts. It had really been cool enough to wear jeans for several weeks, but he hadn't wanted to give up on summer yet. Now, walking into the dark woods, the evening cool and damp, he thought that was a bad idea. Getting a piece of the meteorite, though, would make it worth it.
He was approaching the site now. The shooting star had to have landed just over that rise. He could see the pale glow beyond the trees, and he smelled a strangely sweet burning odor, like burnt cotton candy. There was a faint hiss, and a column of steam was rising from beyond the hill. Other than that, the woods were deathly quiet, and Daniel slowed down, suddenly wondering if the meteorite could be dangerous. He topped and caught his breath, but then decided to go for it. He'd never have an opportunity like this again. Pushing low tree limbs out of his way, Daniel slowly climbed to the top of the rise and looked down.
There it was. Sitting in a small crater, steam hissing around it. The meteorite was round and only about a meter in diameter. The faint glow, a pale yellow-green, had gotten somewhat stronger, but Daniel couldn't tell from where the light was coming. He saw - disappointed that the meteorite certainly wasn't glowing. It was black, and strangely shiny. From where he stood looking at it, the meteorite seemed to have the texture of old, cracked leather. It was glistening, as if it was wet. The smell was more powerful here, burnt cotton candy.
Daniel slowly crept down the hill. As he approached the meteorite, he noticed that the air was slightly warmer around it. The grass was warm on his bare feet, and as he inhaled, the sweet-burnt scented air filled his lungs with a pleasant warmth. He inhaled deeper, enjoying the sensation. His fingers were tingling. "Wow, that weed was stronger than I thought."
Up close, he began to doubt that the meteor was a rock at all. It looked like cracked and wrinkled leather. It was glistening, and it was definitely wet. Although he knew he shouldn't touch it, Daniel reached out and ran his right fingertips along the surface of the meteorite. It felt weird, strange, like something not of this earth. He quickly pulled his hand back, remembering a scene from an old B horror film, The Blob, where an old man prods a meteor with a stick, and it suddenly springs to life and attacks him. Daniel laughed out loud at himself. That was stupid. This isn't a meteor, and that isn't a blob. Almost to convince himself that he wasn't afraid, he reached out and placed both hands on the meteorite.
When he touched it, the tingling in his fingers increased, and spread to his palms. He was nearly overcome with a wave of dizziness. He swayed on his feet and felt a sudden queasiness in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't tell if it was his dizziness, the joint, or just the weirdness of the situation, but Daniel could have sworn he felt the meteorite shudder when he touched it, as if it wasn't completely solid under its leathery skin. "Fucking bizarre," he thought, as he ran his palms over the smooth, glistening sphere. It wasn't an entirely unpleasant feeling: The sphere was warm and smooth, firm but yielding. It was strangely sensual feeling it give under his touch.
It reminded him of how it felt sometimes when he was wrestling with Tommy, crouching over him with his arm reaching around his back and his hand on Tommy's flat, firm belly. The warmth of the meteor spread up his arms, and for some reason Daniel blushed.
He leaned in closer and rested his cheek against the sphere. He breathed in deep, inhaling the sweet air. It wasn't a smell, he decided, but a feeling. He felt the odor inside him, filling his lungs, making him feel warm all over. Daniel closed his eyes, and a soft sigh escaped from between his parted lips. He rubbed his cheek against the smooth, glistening sphere. He was getting hard. His cock was growing, tenting out his cargo shorts. He moaned, and turned his head so that his face was pressed against the sphere. He rubbed his face up and down against it, his nose tracing one of the leather cracks. The smell was stronger here. He couldn't help it. He opened his mouth, and tentatively touched the tip of his tongue against the groove in the sphere.
It was like a jolt of electricity. From the tip of his tongue to the base of his cock, Daniel felt as if every nerve ending in his body was stimulated at the same time.
He let out a grunt of surprise and an involuntary moan of pleasure. He fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around the meteorite sphere. He stuck out his tongue and began first licking, and then loudly slurping in the leathery groove. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ah. Ah. Ah." He couldn't stop himself. He was like a junkie after a needed fix. He stuffed his nose in the crack, slurped at the strange sphere and tried to bite into it. He needed it. He had to have it. He had to have more. Daniel grunted and moaned as he rutted with the meteorite.
His orgasm, when it came, shook him to his soul. He let out a huge grunt. The tent in his shorts grew to obscene proportions, seemingly much larger than his 6 inch cock. He threw back his head and exploded, his sperm immediately saturating the front of his shorts. He shot once, twice, three times, each load larger than any other in his life. His sperm dripped down the front of his legs. Still kneeling, out of breath, Daniel lay back in the grass and closed his eyes. The last think he thought as he drifted off to sleep was "Talk about your shooting stars."
Daniel lay there in the grass at the foot of the meteor. He slept the contended sleep of a young man who had just had the most intense orgasm of his life. His breath was shallow in the sweet, burning air. His shorts were stained with cum, and cum dripped thickly down his legs. His dark hair was damp with sweat, and silvery moonlight glistened on the pale skin of his face.
The moonlight glistened as well on the strange, leathery meteor. A dull droning sound began to emanate from the sphere, so faint at first that Daniel, had he been awake, would not even have noticed the sound. But Daniel was not awake. He didn't hear the droning sound, or the scuttling. He didn't see the sphere quiver in the moonlight. He didn't see a thick, clear liquid ooze out of the leathery crack he had been slurping on like a madman a short time before.
There was a faint popping sound, and something fell from the crack in the sphere onto the soft moist dirt of the forest floor. In form it was like a cockroach, but a cockroach the earth had not seen in thousands of years. It was long, five or six inches, and a shiny, oily blackish brown in color.
It scuttled carefully over the grass, and although it moved like a cockroach, there was an unmistakable gleam of intelligence in its flat black gaze. It walked towards Daniel's prone form, and climbed up his heel onto his leg. As the roach crawled up his leg, Daniel stirred in his sleep, perhaps thinking of a night breeze tussling the sparse brown hair of his leg. The roach paused and turned its antennae left and right, sniffing the air, before proceeding. It reached his knee and continued to slowly crawl up Daniel's leg.
It stopped, finally, when it encountered the thick trail of sperm dripping down Daniel's leg. Slowly, the roach dipped its antennae into the creamy white liquid. Liking what it tasted, it continued to crawl forward, disappearing up the leg of Daniel's shorts.
He was having the strangest dream, a confusion of images and sensations: Rubbing his cheek against the smooth, firm, yielding surface of the sphere... feeling its tightness and warmth. Feeling the muscles rippling below the smooth surface of Tommy's abdomen while they wrestled. Smelling his sweat as they rolled around on the mat. the sweet smell of burning cotton candy. Rubbing his cheek against Tommy's belly. Yes. Tommy was rubbing his cheek against Daniel's flat stomach, and they were both naked. Daniel could feel the warmth of his buddy's cheek against his skin, rubbing, up and down his belly. He could feel Tommy's breath cool the trail of warm sperm dripping down his leg and in his crotch. He could feel Tommy's tousled blond hair gently tickling his cock. He giggled in his sleep. It felt so good, Tommy's hair against his cock. Daniel's hips began making small pumping movements.
The large roach had crawled up the leg of Daniel's shorts, following the trail of sperm. It paused near his hip and lowered its pale white abdomen into the sticky sperm. The insect began droning again while it rubbed it's slimy abdomen in the sperm. Its antennae quivered with delight. Daniel wore no underwear to impede the roach's progress. It slowly crawled into the teen's dark, curly pubic bush, and followed the scent of his sperm onto Daniel's penis. It crept to the underside of the six inch long cock, continuing its droning hum. The roach wrapped its six hairy legs around the cock, and began rubbing its abdomen against the teen's erect member.
In his dream Tommy had wrapped his fist around Daniel's cock. He was gently squeezing it, stroking it while Daniel pumped his hips. It felt so good. Daniel gasped involuntarily. "Tommy. Tommy. Oh god squeeze it. Squeeze my boner. Tommy wait. it pinches. It - "
He woke with a start, feeling something pinching his cock. "Fuck," he thought. "What had happened?" He remembered the time he had been laying on the grass reading a book, and a fire ant had crawled up his leg and bit him. What had happened, he thought with a shudder, had fire ants crawled onto his dick? But why was he hard? He put his arm down his shorts and felt. something. Something hard a smooth and slick. He yelped and pulled his arm back out. He let out a panicky whine. "What the fuck is that?"
Daniel pulled down his shorts. He didn't want to look down at his crotch, but he had no choice.
His cock was hard, harder than it had ever been in his life. It lay flat against his belly pointing up at his face, a drop of precum slowly oozing from the slit. It seemed longer that normal, and somehow thicker than it had ever been. He took that in with a glance. What made him stare, and gag in disgust, was the repulsive site of a slimy, brown-black cockroach laying on the underside of his dick. The roach had to be at least six inches long. It lay with its abdomen pressed against his impossible erection. Its head rested on the head of his cock, and its antennae waved lazily over his glans. He could see the dull black eyes of the huge insect. It seemed to be staring at him. Its legs, long and covered with coarse brown hairs, were wrapped around his penis. That's what was pinching him. The insect's legs and leg spines had slightly pricked into the shaft of his penis. Daniel felt the gorge rising in the back of his throat. Without thinking he reached down to brush the sickening bug off his manhood. But with its legs wrapped around his shaft, pinching into him, the roach would not come free that easily.
Daniel gulped and swallowed. This was not happening. He nervously shifted his weight from foot to foot, unconsciously whining in nervousness. He knew what he had to do. He reached down, not looking, and placed his hand around the roach. It felt oily, and softer than he thought it would be. He gently pulled the roach away from his cock. It wouldn't come free. The roach grasped Daniel's cockshaft tighter in its hairy legs. Daniel yelped once more as the leg spines dug slightly deeper into the sensitive flesh of his hard penis. "Dammit." He thought. He gritted his teeth and gripped the bug tighter to attempt to force it off his cock.
He paused, stunned. When he grabbed the roach, a milky, slimy liquid oozed from its abdomen and sent a renewed whiff of fetid sweetness into the air, like burned cotton candy. The scent made Daniel dizzy and he inhaled deeply. The milky liquid was smooth and slimy, and felt refreshingly cool as it oozed onto his inflamed cock. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and again firmly grabbed the roach. It wouldn't pull directly away from his cock, so he tried to slide it up over his shaft. The liquid oozing from the bug's abdomen acted as a kind of lubricant, and Daniel thought at first that he was going to be able to slide it off his cock. He got about the first two inches of the cockroach off him, but it wouldn't go any further. The bug held on too tightly.
Daniel grabbed the cockroach tighter, cringing at the repulsive sliminess of the oversized insect. He slid it back and forth over his penis, hoping to work it free. The droning sound got louder, and Daniel could feel the insect vibrating against his shaft. It felt kind of good, sliding up and down the length of his penis, droning and humming. His cock let out another thick drop of precum. Daniel gripped the bug tighter. He squeezed it, and was rewarded with a fresh squirt of sweet-smelling slime from the insect's abdomen. He moaned and rubbed the cockroach harder against his hard penis, not caring now that the leg spines were pricking into his shaft.
The roach felt so good, smooth and oily in his hand, the lubricant oozing out over his cock. "Oh god yes," he mumbled. He looked down at his crotch. It was so fucking hot. The beautiful roach was so shiny, sitting on his cock. Its antennae were waving around wildly, and Daniel laughed out loud. "You're getting off on this too, aren't you dude?" He squeezed it again, getting another ooze of lubricant and intensifying the sweet-burnt scent of the insect's juices. "Yes. Yes."
The roach's slime had oozed out over Daniel's hand. His pubes were drenched with it, and it dripped down his nuts and between his legs. Daniel reached down with his left hand and scooped up a large sample of the slime. He brought his hand to his face, looked at the milky, slimy liquid for a second, and then thrust his fingers into his mouth. It was amazing. The taste was sweet and intoxicating. The feeling, as it slowly dribbled down his throat, was unbelievably erotic. He slurped all of the bugslime from his fingers and greedily scooped up some more. He couldn't get enough of it now. He squeezed the cockroach harder and harder with his right hand, milking out as much of the milky slime as he could get, and fed it to himself, slurping it up from his left hand.
His penis was red and swollen. Precum flowed continuously from his piss slit and mingled with the strange lubricant coming from the bug. Daniel licked it all up indiscriminately. Something deep down in that back of his mind told him that this wasn't right, that something was wrong. But his consciousness was on fire with the feeling of the cockroach sliding up and down on his dick, with the taste of the strange milky liquid, with the humming vibrations, and, most of all, with the smell of the sweet, cloying air. His eyes glazed over. He couldn't stop looking at the beautiful, huge cockroach gripping his penis, its antennae swinging sensuously over his cockhead. He felt a tingling in his nuts and knew he was getting close to cumming.
"More. Please more." He needed more of the slime. He needed to taste it, to feel it dribble down his throat. The roach's legs dug into his shaft, and he moaned in ecstasy. His hips bucked wildly. Slime, precum, and his own spit covered his chin. He was like a man possessed. His penis had taken over his thoughts and he would do anything, anything to shoot his wad.
It was almost as if the cockroach knew what it was doing to him. It seemed to grab him tighter, pressing its body against his cockshaft with more force, increasing the volume of its droning call. "Yes. Yes." A warm feeling began at the base of his balls and spread to the tip of his shaft. His cock grew thicker. The cockroach rubbed its slimy body against him, and he came. His cum shot out in thick spurts. The first and second spurts shot over his head. The second spurt landed on his face in a thick splash from his right eye to the left corner of his mouth. More cum spurted out, landing on his chest, on his belly, in his pubes. Daniel was shuddering with pleasure, squeezing the roach and rubbing it up and down his shaft. "God yes," he thought.
He slowed his thrusts. He took a deep breath of the sweet smelling air. "Oh god yes."
The bug's droning stopped, and it seemed to loosen its grip on Daniel's now softening cock. He had never felt this way before. He felt more alive than he ever had. He giggled to himself when he felt his wad of sperm dripping down his face towards his mouth. He reached up with his right hand to brush the sperm away. That's when he saw it. The cockroach had detached itself from his penis, and sat, still, on the back of his hand. Daniel held his hand up to his face. He could see that there were still a few drops of the strange, milky slime dripping from the insect's abdomen. He thought about it for a second, and then brought his hand down to his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and slowly licked the cockroach's swollen, white, distended abdomen.
His cock sprang back to life again. It jumped and quivered, and semen dribbled out of his piss slit. He wrapped his lips around the insect's abdomen and sucked on it as if it were an ice cream cone. "God yes," he mumbled around the strange invader. "Oh god, wait until Tommy checks this out."