Date: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 08:32:36 -0600 From: Vic James Subject: The Constructs Chapter Two The Constructs By Vic James vicjames2@hotmail.com Copyright 2014 by Vic James http://www.vicjames.com If you enjoy this story or the other stories at Nifty, please make a donation at: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is fiction. None of the characters are based on real people. You can see a list of my stories at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#vicjames Two I drank a whole can of beer in one gulp. I needed alcoholic courage to talk about my sexual desires with a near-stranger. I downed one more, and then felt a buzz. I had drunk more alcohol that day than I had in the previous three-months, but I was starting to relax. Considering where I was---where we were, that was saying something. I took the empty cans across the room and put them on the floor. I grinned as I watched them sink down and out of sight. I turned around. Mike was laying down. His cock was stiff. Mine became stiff at the sight of his. "You asked me what I like. It's strange, but the best sex I ever had was with a straight friend in high school. His name was Ed. He let me suck him almost every day." Mike barked out a laugh. "What a nice guy!" "He was!" I said, laughing. "He even came in my mouth." "And you liked that?" "I did. One taste of his spunk and I was hooked. He had a really pretty dick and low hanging balls, too. He even let me suck on them," I said, grinning. "Boy, I sure couldn't say this sober, but it's true." Mike laughed. "Every time I unzipped his pants and pulled it out, it was like Christmas morning," I said, only partly kidding. Mike laughed so hard he coughed up beer and had to sit up. I grinned at him. "He was hairy and I liked that, too. I even sucked him at school a few times. We would go into a bathroom stall and I would drain his nuts for him. I was really disappointed when he found a girlfriend and it all stopped." "Did he fuck you?" "No. I wanted him to fuck me. But he wasn't interested. I just sucked him." "So sucking a straight guy was the best sex you ever had?" I could see Mike didn't understand. "First off, he was a hot guy. Girls were always flirting with him. But I was the only one getting dick from him. I had incredible orgasms when I jacked off with his cum in my mouth. He got a kick out of seeing how far I shot. Like I said, I would have loved to have him fuck me. I wanted his cum in my ass, too. But he thought that was too gay. I've been afraid to let anyone else come inside me, so his is the only cum I've ever had inside me. He was a virgin at the time, so it was completely safe. Every time I've sucked a guy since then, I've wanted their cum in my mouth. Every time I've been fucked, I wanted to feel the man's cock inside me, not a condom. But---" I shrugged. Mike nodded. "I know it sounds weird, but I don't want to lie to you, Mike." "I'm glad you don't. And I've known much kinkier people. I don't think you are weird. I just think you are a cheap date if all a man needs to do is shoot in your mouth to make you happy." I burst out laughing. "I guess I am!" "If he made you happy, I won't have any trouble! And we don't have any condoms, so I'll always come inside you," Mike said. "Good." Mike nodded, smiling. "I don't know why I want that, but I do. I volunteered at the AIDS center. I met several guys there who were only interested in barebacking, regardless of how unsafe it was. I understood, but I'm too much of a coward to allow myself to do the same." "You're not a coward. They got infected doing it. It's a very real danger," Mike said. "Still, I wanted the same thing they did. Have you ever barebacked?" Mike nodded. "Just with my two lovers." "Anyway, I love sucking and I like getting fucked. But I will enjoy getting fucked by you more, because you won't be wearing a condom." "We don't have any lube." "We can use spit," I said. He nodded. I finished my beer. I wanted to have sex with Mike. I knew I should be worrying about our fate, but Mike was there and he was naked and erect. His cock was dripping and I wanted to taste it. But....I felt very self-conscious. I still didn't know him well, and I didn't have sex on first dates. I didn't want to be a one- night stand. If I didn't think a relationship was possible, I didn't have sex with a man. Considering what happened to us, we might as well have been married, though. Mike and I had a relationship and it was probably permanent. Who else would either of us have sex with? But still, I was very nervous. I wondered if I should drink more. "Does my drinking bother you?" I asked him. He chuckled. "If anyone has a reason to drink, it's us. I hope you don't plan to spend the rest of your life drunk, but I need it to relax, too. That's why you are drinking, right?" I nodded. "If they walk us around bug city, I plan to be drunk," Mike said. "And you probably will need to be, too." "Amen!" I got up and ordered two more. While I was waiting for them, I looked at Mike. He was slowly stroking himself. I watched the head of his cock appear and then disappear into his foreskin. It was hypnotic. His balls were smooth. I wondered if he shaved them. "Oh, god!" I said. "What?" "I sure hope they can make us razors. I don't want to like the wild man from Borneo," I said. Mike laughed. "Do you like beards," he asked, rubbing his cheek. "We may not have a choice. Oh, well. We have worse things to worry about." Mike nodded. The beer arrived. I opened one and drank some. I handed Mike the other can. "Do you want me to come in your mouth?" Mike asked. I closed my eyes and nodded. "It's going to be really, really easy to make you happy," he said. I opened my eyes and laughed. "I don't know... You'll have to get your dick sucked and have orgasms. A lot of them." "Aaw! What a shame!" I climbed back into bed. Mike pulled my mouth to his and kissed me. I carefully put my beer down on the bed---or what we were calling the bed. I opened my mouth for his tongue. Brad, my last boyfriend called me a 'bottom kisser'. I want my partner's tongue in my mouth. I don't have any desire to stick my tongue in their mouth. Mike pulled away and smiled at me. "So what do you like sexually?" I asked him. "Oh, fisting, watersports, scat; you know, the usual." I stared at him open-mouthed. I didn't know what to say. He burst out laughing. "Got you!" I chuckled. "You did." "I like what you like," Mike said. "Sucking and fucking. I don't particularly like condoms, which is why I didn't use them with either of my lovers after we'd been together a while and both had gotten retested for HIV." I nodded. "Are you settling for me?" he asked. "No. I feel incredibly lucky. Not only are you a nice person, but you are hot and we are sexually compatible. Just think of who else we might have gotten paired with." "That sounds like you are making the best of the situation," Mike said. "Which is settling." I stroked his cheek. "Then why am I falling in love?" He smiled. "I really am, Mike. If I had given you a chance on Earth, I would have done the same." He kissed me, again. "So. Why Mount Everest?" I asked him, after the kiss. "I think it might be because it is dangerous. There is no certainty that you will survive. Like I said, I was bored. And I didn't have anyone." I stroked his cheek. "Now you do." He sighed. "But only because of where we are." I sighed. He still believed I was settling. Considering how I'd avoided him before, I could understand. But I really did want him. And it wasn't because of where we were. "That's not true. I always thought you were attractive. I was an idiot to not notice you are a hot man. I wonder if I would have felt the same if you hadn't been a friend of my father's. I just lumped you together with him as being his age. Do you know what I mean?" He nodded. "I am still older than you." "Are you? Weren't we both just born?" I asked. His face went blank. "Who knows what we are?" "We're alive and healthy," I said. "And whatever they did cured me. I'm not going to worry about whether I'm a clone or something else, if I can help it." Mike sighed. "You don't think I don't want to have sex with you, do you? Because I do. I'm just nervous." He nodded. I looked at his cock. The head was wet. I wiped it with my finger and then rubbed my finger on my bottom lip. "Yum, yum," I said, as I licked his precum off my lip. He laughed. His cock had gotten fully stiff, again. I wiped more precum off and wiped it on my lip. Mike shook his head, grinning. "You didn't know you made my favorite lip gloss, did you?" He laughed out loud. "And the dispenser is fabulous," I added. Mike grinned. "You are rather eccentric," he said. I laughed. "I am. I've always felt a little out-of-step. After Ed, I went through a phase thinking I could only have good sex with a straight guy." Mike laughed. "How did that work for you?" "It didn't! Not at all. I had to settle for sex with gay men." "Oh, that's sad. That's the saddest thing I ever heard!" Mike said. I laughed. "No, it isn't! I was dying a couple of hours ago. Or at least it seems that way. You better have been sadder!" Mike grinned at me. "You seem very happy," Mike said. "I'm glad." "I am. I feel like a death row inmate who just got a call from the governor. The doctor estimated I had weeks left, rather than months. Weeks of pain or morphine, take your pick." Mike closed his eyes. "I don't know that I'm cured, but I feel good. I think I am cured. But even if I'm only going to live two weeks, I'd rather live it pain-free." Mike kissed me, again. His hand caressed me as we kissed. It found its way to my butt, and then to the crack between my cheeks. I pulled away from the kiss after a moment. Mike grinned as he wiped precum off his dick and then applied it to my lips. "You like that?" "More, Mike." He squeezed his cock from the base and produced a bead of precum. "You want that?" he asked. "Yeah." Mike wiped it on my lip. I licked it off. "Neither one of my lovers wanted to eat my cum." "Is it too weird?" I asked him. "No. I love the idea that I can make you happy just by ejaculating in your mouth. You're a hot little fucker, Will. I'm delighted." I smiled at him. "I don't want to push you, but I'm ready for sex whenever it feels right to you," Mike said. "I don't know what the rules are, anymore," I said. "I used to have a firm rule about sex on first dates. In a way this is our first date, and in another, we might as well be married." "Are you expecting your alien abduction to follow your rules?" I laughed. "Yes! They may be roaches, but let's be civilized!" Mike grinned. "You blew a straight guy in the bathroom in your high school. I'm not saying I disapprove. In fact, I wish I had watched!" I laughed. "But which rule was that?" "'Make the straight guy love you.' That was the rule. Ed ignored the rule completely." Mike laughed. "Is eccentric bad?" I asked him. "Nope. I'm having a wonderful time, Will. I'm crazy about you. Can't you tell?" "I know you wanted me, but that was before you really knew me. I guess I'm afraid that the more you know me, the less you will want me." "Nope. Just the opposite." I sighed, in relief. Mike grinned. He jumped out of bed and held out his hand. I got off the bed and took his hand. "Let's go figure out what else we can order on that display. Clothes would be nice. If the bugs like it cold, their world is probably cold." "I didn't think of that," I told him. We walked over to the display. Mike stood behind me. He placed his erection quite deliberately between my butt cheeks. The he pressed his body against mine and wrapped one arm around me. He held me tightly against him. I sighed. "That's very nice," I told him. "I think so, too." He kissed my ear and whispered, "The more I know you, the more I want you, Will. Believe that. It's the truth." I sighed. I was happy. "Did you know I fucked girls in high school?" "Oh, god! You're straight! Marry me!" I said. Mike laughed. "I decided I like fucking guys more, so I'm not straight." "You're bisexual. That's even better!" He laughed. "It is?" "Sure!" He kissed the side of my neck. "We might have to be married by a bug. Why don't we just live together?" Mike asked. I laughed. "OK. I'd hate to piss on myself during the wedding!" Mike wrapped both arms around me. I sighed, contentedly. "Let's try that," he said, pointing at a square on the display screen. I pressed it. The floor started to vibrate. "I hope that wasn't the 'crush the aliens' button. I mean, I've crushed bugs before." Mike laughed. "The ceiling is lowering. I think we are going to be crushed," he said. I looked up in alarm. "Just kidding." "Ha, ha." He chuckled. The wall in front of us started to move. We looked around and saw the room was changing from being round to being square, with walls flattening and corners slowly taking shape. "Well, that is odd," Mike said. I nodded. "And not particularly useful." We tried other buttons. One button made the room cooler. The button beside it made the room warmer. There was a stylized picture of what could be a person. It was more like an outline, but it had a head and two arms and legs. "Jackpot!" I said as a display of clothing items appeared. Some of them were plainly human creations, like the food selection had been. There were blue jeans and sweaters. That seemed like just the thing for bug world. I guess both of us were assuming the bugs liked it cold, even though we had only had the bug in the room once. The room hadn't gotten colder since, though, so it was probably a safe assumption. There were women's clothes, too. There was even a tuxedo. Other items were just plain weird and didn't seem like any human clothes I'd ever seen. One outfit looked a little like a wet suit. "Look at the feet on that one," Mike said, pointing at the wet suit. Each foot was split in two, as if for two long toes. "Wow." Some of the clothes seemed to be made of metal. Each arm and leg had three accordion-like joints. They looked like suits of armor crossed with spacesuits. "There must be other aliens besides the bugs," Mike said. I nodded. "And some of them have only two legs." Looking at all the clothes, especially the women's clothes, made me wonder if other humans had been abducted. Were we going to find other humans? Why did they want us? Were we going to be slaves? "You tensed up," Mike said. "Calm down." I reminded myself that the aliens saved my life. I should be grateful. I could worry later, if I had a reason to. After all, I would have come voluntarily, if I'd known I'd be cured. Better a live slave than an urn of ashes on my parents' mantle. "How do we tell them what size we want? Like the blue jeans?" I wondered. "I don't know." We talked and laughed about some of the things we saw on the display. One looked a lot like a treehouse. But how would we order the tree? As I stood there, with Mike's arms around me and his erection pressed against me, I realized I was very happy. Maybe happier than I'd ever been. Of course, I was ignoring our destination, whatever it was. Mike's hand found my dick. I was hard. He began slowly stroking me. I leaned my head back against him and sighed. "You like that, baby?" "I do, Mike. I shouldn't be as happy as I am." "I'm glad you're happy. Right now, I'm pretty happy myself. Sure, we might not be happy when we get to where we're going, but we don't know that. And I want to see some of the aliens who wear the clothes we saw. A whole alien planet awaits us. Maybe more than one." I nodded. Mike began rubbing his cock against me. After a moment, I could feel he was wet. He continued stroking me. I grabbed his hand after a minute. "I want to come when I have your jizz in my mouth," I told him. He moved his hands to my nipples and began pulling on them. I groaned. "Yeah? Like Ed?" "Just like Ed, only you'll fuck me, I hope." "Oh, I will definitely be doing that! I've wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you." I shook my head. I had made a real mistake by ignoring Mike. He was exactly the man I needed. "Do you want to order clothes?" he asked. "Yeah." I reached out on the display and tapped the picture of jeans, twice. Mike reached around me and picked a couple of shirts. Then we picked shoes and socks. Once we'd finished, Mike wanted to explore the food and beverage selection. Mike ordered something that looked like a steak. A couple of minutes later, it appeared, with a seam. It was raw. Mike pushed the robot to summon the robot. It arrived a moment later. Mike pointed at the steak and then at the button we'd seen that made the room warmer. Then he pointed at the steak, again. I knew he meant the steak should be heated, but the alien robot sat motionless. I had no idea if it understood. "Maybe we should figure out how to get dishes and utensils, first," I said. "I hadn't thought of that. You're right. I don't want to go all caveman with my food." I grinned at Mike. The robot moved to the display. It tapped on the display: tap....tap-tap-tap. What looked a lot like a vertical slider control appeared on the display. The robot pointed at it and moved and appendage down from the top. Then it went to the food item list and tapped meat. It then stepped back. "That seems pretty clear. Pick temperature and then the item," Mike said. I nodded. The robot took the raw meat and walked to the opposite side of the room. For the first time, I noticed that the robot had six legs with multiple joints on each leg. It had two of what I supposed were arms. They were what the robot used to point with and they were carrying the meat at that time. The robot dropped the meat on the floor, where it slowly disappeared. The robot turned to us and waited. I had an idea. I brought the raw meat up on the display, again. Then I pointed at meat with my left index finger. I pointed to my right hand, which I held flat. I pointed once again and the meat on the display and again at my open right hand. Then I made my left hand look like I was clasping a fork. I pretended to eat the steak from my right hand. Then I stopped. The robot got the idea. He brought up a display with a lot of different utensils and dishes- --and a lot more things that I didn't recognize. "Jackpot!" I said, laughing. The robot repeated the word in my voice. I smiled. "Maybe we should ask it for condoms," Mike said to me. I stared at him in disbelief. He laughed. "Joking! I know what you want, baby." I was a little embarrassed. I had told Mike some things I had never told anyone else about my 'eccentric' desires. I hadn't told any of my boyfriends or dates that I wanted them to fuck me bareback, or shoot in my mouth. They might have said yes, especially about coming in my mouth, and that wasn't safe. If I felt uncomfortable from opening up to Mike so quickly, I loved being called his baby. Mike made it perfect by taking me in his arms and kissing me. While we kissed, I held his erection in one hand and cupped his balls with the other. Mike's hand worked its way down into my butt crack. His finger found my hole. I felt him push it slowly inside me. His finger was dry, but it didn't hurt. I pulled away from the kiss. "Oh, yes!" I said, as Mike began fucking me with his finger. "You like what Daddy is doing?" "Oh, yeah, Daddy." I grinned. "You're a nasty daddy, aren't you?" "I have a nasty boy. I have to keep up." "I'm not nasty, I'm eccentric," I said. Mike laughed. "You're both!" Mike said. "You are also perfect." I sighed, smiling. Mike pulled his finger out of me. "I wonder how far we gone on our journey," Mike said. "Yeah. I hope we aren't in this room for ten years." Mike walked to the display. The robot had left the room. "I think it brought up the space view like this," Mike said. He tapped several times in a particular rhythm. Sure enough, it appeared---the image of the two stars connected by a line. The bulge in the line was considerably further from Earth. "How fast are we traveling?" I wondered. "Much faster than the speed of light. We are what? A quarter of the way there?" I nodded. That's how it looked. "Do you think there will be other humans there?" I asked Mike. "Hmm. I hadn't thought of that. It certainly is possible. This thing is going way too smoothly to be a first attempt. Or it seems that way to me." I nodded. Mike sighed. "I really wish I knew why they want us." I wanted to know, too. When we stepped away from the display, we saw the clothes had arrived by a different door in the room. I took a pair of jeans. They were too long. I handed them to Mike. "They look like my size," he said. He put them on, while I took the other pair. They fit me pretty well. "I guess we don't have to specify the size," I said. "They should know it since they....created us," Mike said. That word---created---gave me a sick feeling. It was exactly what they had done and I didn't like knowing I was created by giant cockroaches. Then I remembered what else they had done: given me a body without advanced pancreatic cancer. I looked at Mike. He had put on a shirt. It fit. "You look better naked," I said. Mike grinned. "So do you." "On the other hand," I said, kneeling. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. "Merry Christmas!" I said, as I looked at his stiffening cock. Mike laughed for a long time. If you enjoyed it and want to read more, let me know.