11
Travis Takes a Shower
A pretty blond twink sucks my cock, doing things to me that are legal in Illinois but probably not in Missouri or Indiana. Blue states for the win, amirite?
I don’t know where I picked this guy up from but with this suction on my junk it’s a detail that’s irrelevant. His fingers roam up and down my body, pinching my nipples, scratching along my ribs, then soothing the reddened skin. I thrust up into the tight heat of his throat but firm hands hold me down and spread my legs apart. This twink is strong. Maybe a twunk. Lots of muscles isn’t my type but the mouth on this guy would make him anyone’s type.
Something warm and slippery wet slips between my spread ass cheeks. Such a dirty twinky-twunk. My favorite. I’m a top but I might make an exception for this dude. That slippery finger presses inside me, and my body sucks it up like a hungry little bottom. Damn, that’s hot. Inside me, the finger gets thicker and longer until it can’t be a finger. It’s got to be a cock inside me, but that mouth is still gobbling me down while too many hands hold me in place.
The impossibility of it shatters my dream and I wake up with Chuck sucking on my cock while the tentacle inside me fucks me hard while somehow tap dancing across my prostate. It’s nearly perfect, but…
“Watch the teeth, Chuck.”
Suddenly the hard sharpness of teeth along my length is gone, replaced by hot, soft, wet pressure. This is heaven right here. That’s all it takes, and I come into Chuck’s mouth, fucking so deep down his throat I probably get close to his stomach.
“Jesus, Chuck.”
“Jus Thuck, naw Yesus.”
“What?”
“Thorry. Weigh.”
“Chuck, open your mouth.” The room is dim but not completely dark. I can easily see after he opens his mouth that his teeth are gone. But as I stare at him, I can also see them start to emerge from his gums. In less than half a minute they are completely back and no longer slightly crooked.
“What the fuck was that?” I squeak.
“Me bringing you an orgasm with my mouth and tentacles, specifically my right lateral tentacle, as it can secrete a fluid useful for both healing and copulation.”
“No, dude. The teeth!”
“Removing then regrowing teeth is no great hardship, Travis.” He says this while looking at me like I’m the crazy one.
“Whatever.” I mean super fucking weird, but that’s par for the course. “If you want to go to the Shedd to see the octopus then I’m gonna need some clothes. Can you rearrange atoms to make some appear?”
Chuck’s face falls. “No. I’m sorry, Travis, but that is beyond my abilities. With time and practice, perhaps, but I have a power nearly as useful.”
“Kick ass. What is it?”
“Amazon overnight shipping. I will fetch the expected results.”
I wait until he’s left the inner nest to fall over, laughing my fine ass off.
I have no idea what my mostly clueless alien has ordered for me, but I can’t wait to find out. Hopefully it’ll fit, at least enough for us to go out and buy something more appropriate.
Chuck comes back with several packages in sealed white plastic bags. I unwrap them, curious as hell to see what’s inside. It turns out to be almost exactly what I’d worn to class yesterday. There’s a pair of worn jeans, a long-sleeved gray T-shirt, a blue hoodie, black boxer briefs, and gray wool socks. All the sizes are correct. It’s damn eerie.
“Charles assisted with the clothing selection,” Chuck says.
I notice that Chuck is still naked. “Did you go down to get your mail naked?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Charles recommended that I put on shoes and a coat.”
I hope it was a long coat. If not, his neighbors got a show.
“Hey, Chuck. Just how much of Dr. Foster is in there with you, anyway?” I stand up, taking the clothes with me. I need a shower.
Chuck follows me to the bathroom. “His mind pictures remain and the core of what made him Charles and not some other human.”
I stop and stare at Chuck. “His soul is trapped in there? That’s freaky.”
“Not trapped,” he replies. “He could depart if he desired to do so and I would retain only his mind pictures. Charles is afraid to move on. He thinks there is nowhere for him to go, and he will cease to exist in any capacity.”
“Is there anywhere for him to go?”
“I do not know,” Chuck says. “I will leave you alone while you use the bathroom to eliminate. Charles tells me this is customary.”
The thought of both Chuck and Charles simultaneously staring at me while I take the first piss of the day makes me shudder. “Very customary. You can come in when you hear the shower running.” I walk into the bathroom and shut the door in the alien’s face.
By the time Chuck comes into the bathroom I’m nearly done with my shower.
“Charles says this is not customary,” he says, sounding uncertain.
“Charles wouldn’t know a good time if it hit him in the face,” I say loudly over the sound of water pounding on tiles.
“Do you desire me to watch you cleanse yourself?”
“I desire you getting your ass in here with me.”
“But I do not require cleansing.”
Oh my fucking god, it’s like I’m dating a virgin. “Chuck. Get your ass in this shower right now.”
“I don’t see why,” he says, opening the shower door and closing it behind him. “And there is barely any room in here.”
“That’s kinda the whole point.” I grab him and position his alien self under the spray of hot water and the sulky look melts off his face.
“Oh, I understand now. I had no notion how wonderful this would feel. Nearly as good as the hot tub, as you call it.”
I grab the soap and spread it generously over his chest then legs. Lastly, I concentrate on his junk, stroking with my slick, sudsy hand until he’s hard and moaning. When I let him go and stand up, he moans in protest.
“Turn around.” I wash his back and ass then get down on my knees, pull his ass cheeks apart, and rim the fuck out of him.
Chuck’s breathing gets heavier, and he makes a desperate whining sound in the back of his throat as I eat his ass for breakfast.
Twinks fucking love rimming and I don’t mind doing it. But if all those twinky asses were tasty snacks, Chuck’s ass is a gourmet meal. The globes fit perfectly into my hands and manage to be both soft and firm. His hole is tiny and furled really fucking tight. I want in and patiently stroke him with my tongue until he’s soft enough for me to push inside him. His shudders and moans are fucking delicious, but not as good as his ass. Whatever molecule manipulation he’s done has made everything perfect. My knees protest way before my tongue does.
Meanwhile Chuck sounds close to tears because my mouth is just that good. I stand then run my fingers over his hole. I can feel it spasm against my touch. “What do you want, Chuck?” I ask, my lips nearly touching his ear.
He shudders and says something, but I can’t understand it.
“Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes!”
“Such a good little alien slut, aren’t you?” I coo at him. “So tight. Just like a virgin. You’ve never had anything bigger than my tongue in there.”
Chuck’s only response is a moan.
“I’d fuck this perfect ass,” I slap one cheek then grip it possessively, “but I’d never work my cock into that tight, pretty little hole.”
“Please,” Charles whines.
“No lube. And trust me, you don’t want me using soap.”
“Here.” One of his tentacles slides out and slithers down toward my hand. I’m so struck that he can release them independently that it’s a moment before I realize there’s a thick liquid that’s not water glistening on the tip.
My first thought is to coat my fingers in the gel but then I get a better idea. Taking a firm grip on the tentacle I guide it inside Chuck’s hole.
I keep one hand on the tentacle, helping it to push deeper, and my other hand encircles his hard cock. “I’ll jerk you off if you fuck yourself. Will you show me what a needy little slut you are?”
Chuck just whimpers but when I take my hand off the tentacle I can see it move, pushing deeper into his body, then pulling back only to pump back in. So. Fucking. Hot. I work his cock with a rhythm that matches his own. It takes only a minute or two before his creamy cum shoots out of him and onto my hand.
I lick off the salty fluid then pull Chuck’s mouth to mine and kiss him. He shudders against me, shattered like broken glass, and I do my best to hold him together. His tentacle is still pumping in and out of his ass. Since he seems to be enjoying it so much, I don’t tell him to stop. I grab both our cocks and pump us together as he continues to pound his own ass.
“Come on, baby,” I growl. “Come for me again. Do it before the water turns cold.”
Chuck lets out a sharp cry and comes, this time sluggishly, and the sight tips me over and I come as well. Then the hot water gives up entirely and we’re pelted with cold water. I scramble to shut it off then we’re standing there, dripping water, and shivering. I notice the tentacle has retreated back into his body. He looks perfectly human and perfectly fucked out.
A wave of something washes over me. Pride and possessiveness. This is my alien and I’m the one who blew his fucking mind.
“Are you still planning to eat me?” I ask.
Shakily he says, “No. Not if you keep copulating with me like this. And supply me with chicken.”
I give his lips a quick kiss. “It’s a deal. Now let’s get dry and get dressed. I’m taking you to breakfast.”