Date: Sun, 21 Jun 2015 17:32:22 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Jett Haskins and the Lights in the Sky, Chapter 8

              JETT HASKINS AND THE LIGHTS OF THE SKY
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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                  Chapter Eight: A Welcome Home

     The trip to Earth itself wasn't such a problem, but the choice of
landing sites was a lot harder than that. They ended up coming in over the
Pacific Ocean! "How do we steer this thing to the right?" Jett yelped as
they got dangerously close to the ocean itself. As in another ten seconds
and they'd be under it!
     "Here over holes direction work." the spider next to him
instructed. "Not holes which work."
     "Great!" Jett moaned. He'd had a few hours to get used to the inverted
language structure, the spiders had pointed to the holes, but it was up to
him to figure out which holes or combination of holes would move the
ship. Five seconds left to impact.
     He jabbed his fingers into the holes and hoped for the best. They
ended up going left, down faster (he yanked his fingers out of those holes
in a hurry) and then up again. That at least bought him some time with the
holes, and finally they were heading toward the east. "I think that's
Central America over there." Smith told him. "If you can get us to San
Agosto's Altoplano region, I know people there we can ask for help."
     Land was ahead, but apart from that fact and the fact there were trees
and mountains ahead, Jett was ignorant of their location. "I don't think we
can shop around that much." he said. "Not unless you recognize landmarks
ahead."
     "Afraid not." Smith sighed. "Well, land us away from people and we'll
play it by ear from there."
     "That I can do." Jett steered them over a smallish seaside town and
into the air over the jungle beyond. The spider had shown him how to slow
down their travel, he was able to look around, and ahead was a fair-sized
clearing, cultivated farmland that had been recently harvested; perfect as
he was going to get, and the mountains weren't that far beyond it. Smith
mentioned he thought he could pick out the Altoplano region to the south.
     With that cheerful prospect, Jett landed the ship with only a
mid-sized bump that discombobulated the spiders badly but didn't cause him
or Smith to lose their seats.
     The spiders skittered ahead of Smith and Jett toward the exit, and to
Jett's surprise, they seemed able to open the doors all by themselves. What
was this, anyhow; the spiders had claimed to be unable to open the doors of
the ship without human help! But they raced out and he and Smith
followed. When they looked around the outside, the spiders were nowhere to
be seen.
     "Something odd going on here." He mentioned to Smith, and spoke of
this odd behavior.
     "They probably didn't want humans dissecting them." was Smith
evaluation.
     "But the doors...."
     "Company." Smith cut him off. "That was quick. Must be an army base
nearby."
     Jett looked to see what he meant. Two trucks loaded with troops in the
back were headed for the field. "Well, we wanted to make contact with the
authorities, didn't we?"
     "Did we?" Smith observed. "That means we'll be the ones they get to
dissect, won't it?"
     "Oog!" Jett replied. "Didn't think of that."
     "Too late to run and nowhere to run to. Unless you think you can fly
the ship unaided."
     Jett shook his head. The spider had had to constantly remind him which
of several thousand holes he had to insert his fingers into do anything
beyond the controls that had aimed the ship at Earth (and he had no idea
how to do anything beyond that, wasn't even sure he remembered which holes
had flown the ship to this location). "Afraid not. Well," he sighed, "it's
been nice knowing you."
     "Nil desperandum." Smith said. "We escaped from an alien sex camp, we
can escape from wherever they put us, too." The two men put their hands
over their heads as the soldiers approached them. Though where two naked
men were supposed to be hiding weapons was beyond Jett's imagination.
     The soldiers held them in place while they searched the ship, then the
officer ordered his men to take them away. Four men got into the back of
one of the trucks with Jett and Smith, built-in benches on both sides, they
sat on one side and the four soldiers sat facing them, and they were
driving off away from the ship, bouncing hard over the furrowed land. Jett
sighed. "Well, at least we're back on Earth again. That's something,
anyhow." They went back onto the road and the trip became much smoother if
not America's-asphalt network easy.
     Yes, something." Smith agreed. "Have you noticed that we aren't
traveling the same direction that the trucks came from?"
     "I hadn't." Jett admitted. "Does that mean something?"
     "Maybe. Maybe nothing." Smith said. "Just be ready for anything here."
     Jett looked at the soldiers sitting across from him. The man right
across from him, he realized, was a rather overwhelming specimen of
masculinity, a broad, brown face under jet-black hair, square jaw, the
shoulders broad and his chest rippled with muscles. He remembered that the
original inhabitants of this part of Central America had been tall and
strong, and the Spanish influence here had been less than it had been in
some parts of the Americas. Looking at this soldier in the green uniform
across from him, Jett was unable to avoid suddenly visualizing this stud
wearing only a loincloth and headband, and carrying a spear instead of the
rifle he bore.
     The man noticed Jett's inspection of him and grinned a broad smile of
incredibly white teeth, and his rifle moved. The barrel of the rifle was in
between Jett's legs now and the soldier raised it up and used it to lift
Jett's testicles, that shifted Jett's cock out and the rifle scope reached
to lift Jett's dong upwards. Despite Jett's discomfiture at this, his prick
chose that moment to swell and expand, stiffening. His last sex had been a
few hours before, but hell, that had been a marathon of multiple dongs
penetrating him over and over, how could he be ready for sex once again?
     But he was hard now, fully erect and the soldier said something (Jett
didn't speak Spanish, but knew what was said wasn't very complimentary to
him!) and the other soldiers laughed.
     The soldier at the other end of the truck moved over to sit beside
Smith on the far side of Jett. The man's hands promptly went into action,
the one nearest Smith over his shoulders, the further one over to land on
Smith's crotch to fondle his dong.
     "Oh, oh, no!" Jett moaned. "This can't be happening!" His cock was
throbbing in an undeniable way. He was horny as hell here!
     "Those alien implants." Smith reminded him, as if he needed
reminding. "You and I are a couple of sex machines. I'm beginning to think
that we're also giving out some sort of trigger that turns on every male
being we come close to. Though San Agostans and Cunofrians don't need a lot
of turning on to seek out male-male sexual companionship."
     The soldier who'd been playing with Jett's dong with his rifle had
moved over to Jett's side and was groping him the way the other soldier had
been groping Smith. The other two were watching the proceedings with
considerable glee and much lewd whispering punctuated by chuckles.
     Jett would have protested, but that strong masculine hand on his dong
just felt so fucking good! Well, at least this time, his partner would be
another human; after ape-aliens and octopus aliens and spider aliens,
another man was going to be like coming home!
     He gave up and reached for the man's basket and when he touched that
crotch, the soldier quickly released him long enough to unfasten his
trousers. The prong he brought out was a dun-colored monster of a pud, over
nine inches long and fat. To Jett, this was practically anticlimactic,
taking tentacled-powered pricks made a man-dong, even one as big and studly
as this one, something underpowering.
     But the soldier grabbed Jett's head and pushed him downwards, and Jett
surrendered and got onto the floor of the truckbed, and bent over to take
that cock properly. The taste almost surprised him, this was human! No
copper taste or acrid or minerally-flavored skin here, this was simply
human musky-rick prod and he took it and sucked on it with an ease that was
practically professional.
     The other soldier near Jett at the front of the truckbed leaned over
to a part of the canvas canopy that had a sort of door to it, this "door"
let him open it and stick his head out and communicate with the driver of
the truck, which he did and the truck slowed and then pulled over and
stopped.
     Jett let go of the cock he was sucking to ask Smith, "Are we there?"
The soldier grunted and pushed him back down onto his prod again, hard
enough to choke him. He resumed his sucking.
     "Afraid not." Smith was being fucked by the soldier who had been
pawing him before, so he could talk freely. "Just a bit of a comfort
stop. And we're the comfort."
     Jett grunted. "That figures." The soldier who he'd been sucking pulled
away from him and stood up. Jett realized that he wasn't done by a long
shot, the soldier had seen Smith being sucked and decided Jett had an ass
he could use to do the same. The soldier who had spoken to the driver knelt
before Jett, pawing at his fly, fighting it open.
     Jett couldn't help it, the cock slicked up with his spit was sliding
into his butthole with the homely feel of an old friend, he moaned and when
the second soldier brough his deep-brown dong out and showed it to him,
Jett grabbed and stuffed it in his mouth like a starving man would have
handled a salami.
     The man he sucked in gave out a guttural groan and the man fucking
Jett sank in to the very end of his prong. He said something in a tone of
genuine admiration to his friend, Jett thought he said something like,
"Best ass I ever had." and that would fit the tone. Whichever it was, the
man began to fuck Jett in short order with long, deep strokes that mauled
Jett's prostate with horny male fury at every stroke in and every stroke
out, and Jett felt his own pleasure shuddering through his body. Oh, God,
finally, human cocks again! He was home again!
     "Hell of a feeling, isn't it?" Smith said. He was still only being
fucked, the fourth soldier seemed content to wait for the back door. "I
can't decide whether to be mad at how the aliens have fixed us up or
grateful to them. Maybe when this is all over, we'll open up a male
whorehouse and you and I can be the top talent in the place."
     Jett had a mouthful of cock and couldn't answer, but if he could have,
he would have said, "Make sure we open near an Army base and you got a
deal!" The idea of taking on lots of military hardbodies every night and
day was beginning to sound like his own personal idea of heaven!
     The man fucking Jett's butt began to groan in the old, familiar sounds
of a man reaching for sexual nirvana, and Jett didn't mind one damned bit
although his own climax was still well off. He had another man to please
here after all, and began to lube this second man's prick (thinner than the
first man's and not as long, but still a nice, respectable piece of
man-meat) so that he could take it when the first soldier was done fucking
him.
     Hot male Latino spunk was squirting into his ass along with the sound
of a lusty man humping his ass, his butt was being slammed frantically and
Jett just grunted and held on.
     The second soldier was paying attention, when his buddy was done, he
was quick to get up and make his friend get out of the way and Jett got
plugged a second time.
     The two soldiers from the front of the truck were climbing inside, and
one of them moved up to take his turn at Jett's mouth. The second driver
was offering his dong to Smith to lube for him while the other two soldiers
at Smith were switching up. The first one fucking Smith must have finished
at about the same time as Jett's own, maybe the sound of male climax had
turned him on enough to ejaculate as well, though Jett hadn't heard any
sounds from him.
     No matter, he had another dong to suck on and another stiff rod in his
butt and he was getting rammed from both ends. This driver was too hot to
last long, he came at the same time as the second soldier finished fucking
Jett's ass, Jett was hit with hot spunk at both ends at the same time and
he drank the jizz, felt it squelching in combination with the older squibs
already in his ass, and his own glory burst upon him at the same time, he
climaxed and shot his wads to hit the metal of the truck bed in noisy
splats.
     Done, the trip resumed, and Jett had to grin along with these horny
soldiers. Hell of a welcome-home to get, but it felt like the very tonic
Jett had needed.
     The truck spluttered and died, and the driver's curses and those of
the soldiers told Jett that this was not a case of arriving at their
destination either, the truck had developed engine problems.
     And then the lights came on, the driver's cries became more panicked,
and Smith realized that they were about to get recaptured all over
again. Found! They'd been found!
     The soldiers with them bailed out to do battle and Jett was ready to
run out with them, though with the intent to hide. Not that he was afraid
to fight, but a gnat doesn't battle an elephant!
     But before he could get out of the truck, he heard a voice. "Jett!
Smith! Don't be afraid! I've come to help you!"
     And Jett felt an enormous sense of relief when he turned around to see
the figure that had inexplicably and impossibly appeared in the truck with
them.
     "Ejin!"
                             THE END
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