Tuesday, November 29, 2005"Space Fuck" part 1 of who knows
“My zipper is stuck!” Chase couldn’t get his space suit off fast enough after watching the Zepheryn ship come in to dock. He liked to be part of the greeting committee, which in Zepheryn culture, is done all nude. Actually, Zepheryns never wore clothes unless they needed protection. Their skin was impermeable to even sharp knives, though still soft to the touch. Their planet did not have adverse weather conditions but it did have sharp trees and bushes and pointy rocks, and their bodies were evidence of evolution in such an environment.
“If you’re not ready, we’re leaving you behind!” said Paul, a bit playfully but also dead serious. Chase and Paul never missed a greeting since they missed the first one five years ago. “I got it!” “Move man, move! They’re probably getting off now and are hitting up the boys from section D!” Paul and Chase ran down the hall from the locker room, Chase tripping a bit over his pants, still hanging off one ankle.
They made it to the docking bay just before the door shut. The greeting “ceremony” was about to begin. The docking bay was filled with almost every able bodied man on the station except the captain and a few unlucky bridge crew who lost at a drinking game the night before.
“The doors are opening man!” Paul could hardly keep his dick from going erect as the doors started to depressurize and slide open. Chase was jumping up and down, his balls bouncing around like a big sack with two Uvarsian apple-fruits. The reality was that he couldn’t keep his erection from showing either. There was some hooting and howling and a big man pile at the base of the door when suddenly a silhouette appeared on the now clearing smoke from the doorway.
“I can see her! They’re coming out!” Paul was now pushing his way into the man pile as he yelled this, dragging Chase with him. A single file line of women came from the ship and the room roared. The women stayed at the top of the ramp as they surveyed the crowd. One emerged from the back of the group and started stomping her feet to get their attention. The room of sweaty balls and bouncing hard-ons wasn’t phased. She pulled out a stun gun and aimed it at the crowd, then closed her eyes and fired.
One man in the pile was stunned and was lowered to his back as the rest of the room supported him and quieted down. The lead Zepheryn spoke now. “I guess he won’t be having a good time while we’re at port. Now that I have your attention, I want you all to press yourselves to the wall, facing it. Stand with your hands on your dicks and your eyes closed.” The men scattered to the walls and did as they were told. The Zepheryns disembarked and started moving about the room.
Chase and Paul were next to each other, holding their dicks and giggling. “Quit it man” Chase said to Paul as Paul started to squeeze his dick like he was masturbating. “I can’t help it! I want to cum right now!” “Fuck man, you know they can smell jizz and they don’t want spent men!” Paul pointed his dick at Chase and said “If I jizz on you they won’t think it was me.”
“Won’t think it was you that what?” a Zepheryn said, standing behind the two men. “Nothing ma’am” they both said in unison. “Do you think it was nothing?” Said the Zepheryn to another Zepheryn standing right behind her, laughing a bit. “I think it was more than nothing.” Said the second. The first Zepheryn looked back at the two naked, silent men, and said “I agree. That was more than nothing. We better take these two back onto the ship for a little interrogation.” “Yeah, if they won’t tell us, maybe we can encourage them a bit.” As the two men were being led up the ramp, Chase heard Paul saying quietly to himself “works every time, man, every time!”