Date: Wed, 10 Feb 2010 15:59:41 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Hetero Invaders from Outter Space, Part Two" by Jay Roberts Gay Sci Fi/Fantasy How did I meet Zkyzk. I was in the room alone. It was about an hour before dinner chow at the uni cafe. You know that strange half moony feeling you sometimes slip into, almost like hypnotism. I was zoning out this way when Zkyzk arrived. I saw it. It was a bright shiny metallic orb about the size of an old fashioned beer bottle cap. It settled on the table in front of me. I watched from quarter slitted eyes. A tiny opening appeared on the side of the orb and something as small as an ant emerged. A moment later, this "ant" grew larger and larger. It jumped down from the table and stood in front of me, now about six feet tall. It looked quasi-human, not scary, just different. It was shaped like a silver cigar, the head at the narrow end. The thing's features were quite human, eyes and mouth, but no protruding ears, just holes. No nose either. He spoke in a computerized voice. "I seem to have made a tactical error. The two other occupants of this cubical were asleep when my two fellow Zamps were introduced. There was no problem as we can reduce our size to that of a filterable virus and enter anywhere on your organism." Without stopping, he announced "I am Zkyzk, commander of this operation. Now I must put you into a sleep state and enter you." I jumped up. "Wait a fucking minute Mr. Z. I do not want to be entered. Why don't you go back to your small size, get back in your beer cap and so away forever and take your partners, now lodged in my friends bodies and minds and go back to where ever you came from." "Not possible. Not possible. Not possible. Excuse, translator stuck. Our mission is to enter into bodies of homosexual male Earthlings. From that position to learn Earthlings manner of life and survey all as a possible new home for our Zampola home." "Why gay people?" "Because observe more and are sensitive to their surroundings." "How is that working out for you?" "Well we have gotten a lot of poon tang for our hosts." "I see you are up on straight male slang." "Yes, do you wish to high five? My arms come out of my sides to accomplish this." "No thanks. You are very different in shape from us." "Yes, we are perfect. No wind resistance, the most ideal shape possible and aero-dynamic. Our arms, as you see, are stored on our sides until needed. No protrusions." I don't know why I said the next thing. Maybe it came out from being nervous and worried about being "occupied." "What about your penis?" "What's a penis?" "Only the greatest thing on the male human body that provides hours of fun and excitement and sometimes danger but loved to death by us." "Ah yes. My fellows report that they have felt elongations of a hanging portion of the center of the body when contemplating reproduction." "Well, not baby making, but shall we say rehearsal. Then there is we gay guys who have a different take on the whole thing." "It seems to us that this is a very strange way of producing new individuals. We do it by fusing elements." "Is it fun?" "No, but it gets the job done." He suddenly began to glow. "What's happening?" I asked. "I am preparing to miniature myself and enter you." "No fucking way." Now I know this sounds nuts, but the only thing I could think of doing was to take out my penis and piss on him. I had to go anyway. Wow! There must be something in human piss that is like Agent Orange to these Zamps. He was squealing, sounding like chalk on a blackboard only a hundred times louder. Little did I know that he was in pain and he was warning his fellow to get to the mother ship. Sure enough, in walks two other exactly similar cigars. I wondered how they ever told themselves apart, but I guess they felt the same way about us. The three shrunk into ant-size and crawled into their tiny ship. The thing rose up and sailed through the glass of the window (good trick) and disappeared. I wiped up the piss and sank into a chair. A few moments later my buds arrived. "We're starving. Let's go eat," said Tony giving me a loving punch in my arm. (He's back! I thought, already planning some sex for this evening.). Sean said, "I'm hungry, but also need sex. I've been dry for days. Do you think we can do a quickie?" That was addressed to both Tony and me. "N-o-o-o Blondie," I said. First we eat and then we fuck. That night, for the first time, the three of us had sex together. Orgy time. I rushed back to our haven that was heaven on Earth for gay Earthlings. I undressed and my boys did also. I got on all fours, a new position for me. Tony positioned himself so that his fat tan cock was at my mouth. Sean slide under me and aimed my now hard cock toward his mouth. This was an outstanding connection of mouths and pricks. Only poor Sean had no one swinging on his joint not until later. I slurps happily on Tony's baloney and Sean did his special patented blow job, it was soft, very licky and spitty. Just mind shattering. I was moaning around Tony's baton and he was rubbing my head so hard I thought my hair might ignite. Suddenly Tony stopped me. "Okay, pretend I rang a bell, lets change places. Believe it or not, I want to be fucked for the first time." Sean let out a cry of happiness. "That's what I've always dreamed of. Kiddo I'm going make you my bitch. When I finish with you, you're going to beg for my cock." Tony laughed, partly out of excitement and partly because being someone's bitch was impossible for him. Nevertheless, he lay down. Sean wanted him that way. "I want to watch your face give in to me. Now left those hot hairy Italian legs in the air. Make sure your ass hole is exposed and hold your legs behind the knees." "What about me? I asked plaintively. "Oh you're going enjoy Tony sucking you off. Just get on the side and plug in." Tony was moaning some Neopolitan song as Sean slide in and began a slow sawing. Tony was sucking too hard from passion and I slapped his face hard to make him obey. The poor hunk dropped two tears of shock and whimpered around my cock. That was pretty nice. Sean was having a ball, giving us a running description of Tony's change from uber boy to compliant boi. "Look at his face, it is soft and almost girlie. Oh I am going to have so much fun teasing him and making it hard for him to talk me into the next fuck. Look at his cock, it's dripping like a faucet. The boy's mine now." He went on like that, crowing his victory. I better be careful with Sean, he is a latent dark master. Suddenly I stopped thinking. Tony did it, he got me to lose control and I fell forward over his face as I slipped into a big cum. He slurped it all up and smacked his lips. I swear, he said "Thanks," meekly. Sean meanwhile had speeded up his fucking. His hips were a blur as he pounded Tony's muscular ass until he fucked the cum out of him. It flew up and with the first spurt, he had a taste of himself. Then the rest of the trails bathed his hairy chest with pearls. Sean let out a howl and his body locked as his cock bathed the Italian's ass track with blond boy spooge. The poor kid slipped to the floor and lay on his back, panting. Tony was smiling. "I guess I'm a good fuck, but I can be better. Let's practice. You're next," he said, pointing at me. Over beer later, we wondered if our space invaders had left any vestiges of hetero elements in our bodies. "Are you kidding," Sean said, I've never been gayer, and Tony is already thinking of changing the curtains in the room here." "Wow!" I said, "What's next, a little cooking apron?" End