Date: Tue, 04 Oct 2005 14:38:06 -0700
From: Jingjok <lizwrite@earthlink.net>
Subject: Warm Green Arms

Warm Green Arms

by Jingjok

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WARNING: The following material contains depictions of explicit sexual
activity between consenting adults. If the laws of your jurisdiction do not
permit you to view such material, please leave here at once and go to where
you can learn how to work to change the laws of your jurisdiction. If you
are offended by such material, please seek psychiatric counseling to
discuss why you are here in the first place.

On the other hand, if you simply don't care for the type of material
indicated by the story codes, well, have a nice day.

gay, sf-fantasy, furry (interspecies) MM anal

DISCLAIMER: The following is entirely a work of fiction. No reptiles were
injured nor abused during the writing of this story. All of the parts in
this drama are portrayed by mature actors who are masters of makeup and
disguise (and you know he was sweating in that lizard costume).

HEALTH NOTE: This story is set in a place far, far away, in a time when
disease has been conquered. Don't be spaced out in your own encounters, and
always use protection.

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The raucous blare of the live Eysallian rock band made my head spin as I
made my way through the crowd in the Git Gat Club. I stumbled as I tried to
dodge the large, round body of a Sorissian, who must have consumed too many
cups of Autan, and ran right into someone.

I felt strong arms wrap around me, while my face was pressed against soft
white cloth. In front of my nose was a smooth expanse of green skin exposed
by the open buttons of the creature's shirt. It smelled faintly of a
combination of grass and cinnamon.

I pulled away and looked into a round face that wasn't far from human,
except for the color. The lips curled away from a wide expanse of teeth in
a way that might have been a smile, and the two black eyes seemed almost to
have a twinkle.

"I'm so sorry," I said, hoping this alien, whose hands now lightly held my
shoulders, would understand a bit of English.

"Think nothing of it," was the response, in very clear English with just a
hint of an exotic musical accent. "Are you going to the bar?"

"If I survive the crush of this crowd," I said with a smile.

"As your people say, there is safety in numbers. Let us go together." His
hand dropped to the base of my spine and urged me forward, as my guide
shouldered a way through the mob.

We settled with relief onto a pair of padded stools. "Please allow me to
pay for the first round," said my new comrade. "What would you like?"

"Thanks, but you have to let me get the next one," I said. "Do they have
beer from Earth here?"

"No, they lack the ingredients to make it, and I suppose it's too heavy to
transport economically," he answered. "Do you enjoy the sparkling wine of
your planet?"

"Like champagne?" I asked. "I usually only drink it to celebrate the new year."

"Let me get you a beverage from my planet," my companion said. "It is
traditionally consumed to toast a new beginning."

When I rested my hand on the bar, my neighbor covered it with his own warm
green palm. I noticed the webbing between his fingers. Somehow, it didn't
look strange to me.

I wondered just what was beginning. As my new friend looked at me with one
eye and swiveled the other toward the bartender, I asked, "Um, if it's not
too personal, may I ask, um, whether your people, um, have different genders?"

My question was greeted by a flash of teeth and a musical, trilling sound,
which might have been a laugh. "Yes, and I, like you, am a male," he said.
"Our anatomy is similar to your own, with some exceptions." He smiled as
his tail, clad in a sleeve of the soft material of his snug fitting
trousers, swung toward me, and a green finger-like extension squeezed my thigh.

"I have learned to distinguish your species by the length of the covering
of your head," he continued, as his fingers lightly brushed the hair above
my ear, "and by the difference of your chest." His flat hand rubbed across
the front of my knit shirt.

He turned to speak to the bartender, while I considered the meaning of the
electric warmth I had felt from his touch. When he returned his attention
to me, I asked, "Do you have a mate of the other gender at home?"

"No," he said, and again I heard that musical trill. "Our custom is to
delay such bonding until both are fully matured, and sufficient resources
have been accumulated to sustain us while we rear our young. During our
youth, each gender may bond or enjoy pleasure with one of the same type."

A gay, for now, and someday straight lizard who appeared to like me. Not
exactly what I had imagined meeting on my first night out on the Timalian
space station. But I was prepared to keep an open mind.

I looked him over. His arms were muscular, green and smooth in the short
sleeves of his knit shirt, whose open buttons revealed a solid chest. His
face was round and hairless. I liked his smile, which showed many more
teeth than I had. Slits at the sides of his head appeared to be his ears.
His two eyes, showing warm black pupils on white, could move independently,
but were presently gazing steadily at my face.

The bartender appeared with two tall, tulip shaped glasses containing a
clear, gently bubbling liquid with just a hint of a pale blue tint. There
was a red straw, and at the top floated a small, yellow pad with a tiny
blue flower at its center.

My companion raised his glass and said, "To our new friendship." Taking the
straw between his lips, he drained a quarter of his drink.

I repeated his toast, and gulped at the beverage until I thought I had
consumed an equal amount. My head began to whirl, and my hand shook as I
set the glass down. I blinked my eyes and took several sharp, quick
breaths. A pleasant, slightly burning tingle warmed my throat.

I heard the trill of his laughter again. "I'm sorry, my friend," he said.
"A single swallow would have been sufficient for the toast. When you have
recovered, I hope you will take another sip and tell me how you like it."

When my heart beat slowed, and my breathing returned to normal, I said,
"Now that we are friends, we should introduce ourselves. My name is Mike."

"Ma'ak," he said, not quite echoing my name. I liked the way he pronounced
it. "I am called Ta'an."

"I'm very pleased to have met you, Ta'an," I said.

"Thank you, Ma'ak," he said. My friend raised his glass, and with obvious
restraint, took a small swallow, and smiled at me.

Summoning my courage, I sipped at the dangerous brew, letting it linger on
my tongue before swallowing. It went down more smoothly, and I felt only a
slight lightheadedness. I savored the taste, somewhat like apple cider, but
more full of flavor, with an exotic blend of spices. "It's very good," I
said, "once you get the hang of how to drink it."

The tip of his tail squeezed my thigh, and he smiled. "I think that is a
good sign for the future of our friendship."

I took another sip of my drink and asked my companion, "What brings you to
Timalia?"

"I'm only a simple crewman on a trading vessel," he said, dropping his eyes
to look at the table.

"Just the same as me, then," I said.

His eyes snapped back up to look at me, and his bright smile lit his face.
"How many times have you come here?" he asked.

"This is my first star flight, and my first night on this station," I said.

"I've been here twice before," he said. "I hope you'll let me show you
around." After a pause, he added, "Tomorrow."

"How long will you be here?" I asked.

"Three more days," he said. "And you?"

"We leave around noon, day after tomorrow," I said. "I have liberty until
that morning."

"Well then," he said. "We must make the most of our time together."

Wasn't he taking too much for granted? Or was he reading something from the
fact that I hadn't objected to his tail gently caressing my thigh while we
talked. Or from the bulge that showed along my opposite hip. I took a deep
breath and smiled at him.

We finished our drinks, Ta'an having carefully timed his quarter glass
gulps to match my smaller sips. The band began to play something that
reminded me of an Earthside disco number, though the four hands and sixteen
fingers of the band members coaxed a much richer texture from their
instruments.

"That's an Earth song, isn't it?" said Ta'an. "Will you come and dance with
me, Ma'ak?"

My mouth dropped open. An image of myself dancing with a friendly green
lizard swirled through my brain. I closed my mouth and said, "Thank you,
Ta'an. I'd like that very much."

Ta'an led us to the dance floor, again shouldering his way through the
throng. Under the vibrant sound of the music, a cha cha beat could barely
be heard. Ta'an lifted my hand and placed his other hand on my hip and led
me into the steps of the dance. I was astonished at his expertise. We moved
together like dancers in some old film, as he released me for a twirl and
then guided me across the floor.

The other dancers began to make space for us, and just stood watching. As
the number ended, he dipped me, and when he pulled me erect, the crowd
applauded enthusiastically. Ta'an and I grinned at each other as if we'd
just won a trophy.

The next number was a fast dance in the difficult five beat rhythm typical
of the native music of the Eysallian band. Ta'an and I danced close
together, swaying our hips as his tail swung from side to side. We were
lost in the music, alone together, and oblivious to the others around us.

A slow song began to play, a ballad from an unknown world. I wrapped my
arms around Ta'an, and he held me with a hand on my shoulders and one on my
back, while his tail around my butt pulled me tight against his groin. I
could feel a hard bulge pressing against my own excited cock.

When the song ended I clung to Ta'an, not wanting to part from the warmth
of his body. He gently pulled himself away and said, "Come."

We made our way through the crowd to a small doorway I hadn't noticed. On
the other side was a small bar. Ta'an spoke to the bartender, who placed
two frosted mugs of a thick, cherry colored liquid before us. I handed him
a note of galactic currency, and left a generous tip from the change.

Ta'an led me through a curtained doorway. On the other side, he gripped my
arm to steady me, as I gaped in awe at the sight before me. Ta'an guided me
to a small couch, wrapped around a table, where we rested our drinks.
Sitting side by side, touching from shoulder to ankle, holding hands, we
looked through the enormous window at what seemed to be all of the stars of
the universe.

"So many stars," said Ta'an softly. "No way to tell which is mine, or which
is yours."

"All so far away," I said. "Nowhere for us to be, except here, together."

"Side by side," said Ta'an, "so small in the vastness of all that."

We sat in silence, sipping our drinks. Cold, tasting of lime and licorice.
Warming my belly, and relaxing my mind.

After a while, I asked Ta'an, "What is your age, my friend?"

"Ten cycles," he said. Noticing my look of alarm, he trilled his laughter.
"While my planet circles its star, your Earth completes two and a half
cycles around your star."

"So then you are twenty five Earth years, the same as I am," I said with
undisguised pleasure.

"Yes," said Ta'an, "and our life span is similar to your own. So you and I,
despite our differences, are very much the same." He squeezed my hand with his.

When our drinks were finished, Ta'an looked at me. I heard him take a deep
breath. "Ma'ak, my friend," he said, "I have rented a sleeping compartment.
The bed is wide, so we may sleep apart if you wish. Will you share it with
me tonight?"

I smiled at my companion. "Ta'an, my friend," I said. "I think we'll have
no need for the extra space."

We stood, and I took a last look at the starry spectacle. Ta'an took my
hand in his and led me up to the curtained doorway. In the bar, we turned
and walked out through a small door into a narrow hallway that led to
another door.

Beyond, brighter lights illuminated a narrow space beside a moving beltway.
"Boarding," said Ta'an in a voice of command.

To my amazement, the moving beltway slowed to a crawl. Ta'an held my arm as
we moved on to the slowly moving carpet. "Elevator," he said, and the belt
resumed its normal speed.

I noticed that at regular intervals the moving belt dived into the floor
and another belt rose to continue our progress. I supposed that each
individual segment could be controlled by voice. Ta'an moved me to stand
facing him, legs apart. "Faster," he commanded.

We held each other as the beltway raced forward, our feet bouncing slightly
over the breaks. When the belt slowed to a crawl, Ta'an led me into a
chamber of several elevator doors. He pressed the down button, and we waited.

A door opened, revealing an ordinary elevator car. We stepped inside, and
Ta'an said, "Ten."

I looked at the level indicator, and watched the number change to a blur.
Ta'an's hand steadied my arm, as I felt a lightness in my feet. Then the
indicator began to slow. Fourteen, thirteen, twelve. I felt heavy as the
number changed to eleven, and then to ten. The door opened, and we stepped
into another elevator lobby.

Ta'an led me to another beltway. "Boarding," he said, and then, "Thirty four."

The belt carried us along to the designated doorway. We stood together on
the platform while Ta'an fished a plastic card from his pocket and stuffed
it into a slot beside us. The door in front slid open, and Ta'an retrieved
the card as we stepped inside.

The room was small and boxlike, about eight feet wide. A bed stretched
across the back, half as wide as its length. To the right of the door was
an open wardrobe with hangers and a couple of drawers. To the left, a
shower curtain on a quarter circle track offered some privacy to an area
with an Earth airplane type toilet and a sink with no evident water faucet.
In the corner was a plexiglass enclosed room that might have been a shower,
but again, there were no faucets.

"That's an air shower," Ta'an said, following my gaze. "Have you ever tried
one?"

"No," I said. "No water, just air?"

"Let's get out of our clothes," he said, "and we can explore our bodies
while we wash each other."

Ta'an stepped toward me and grasped the hem of my shirt. I raised my arms
while he lifted it over my head and tossed it onto the top of the chest of
drawers. "What's that?" he asked, flicking a finger over one of my nipples.

"Our females have big ones to feed milk to our babies," I said. "For some
reason, males have these vestigal ones. It'll feel good if you lick it."

Ta'an bent toward my chest and swirled the end of his tongue around my nub.
It got hard, and I moaned. "Ummmm. You've got it."

Ta'an grinned. "You're going to be a fun toy to play with," he said.

I unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it loose from his trousers, and slid it off
his shoulders and down his arms. As I tossed it on top of my shirt, Ta'an
said, "I love the way your hands feel on my skin."

I admired Ta'an's muscular torso as we moved to the bed to take off our own
boots and socks. Then we stood and danced together, pulling our trousers
off our legs. White briefs on me and black briefs on Ta'an were the only
covering for our nakedness.

I knelt before him and carefully lifted his waistband over his erect shaft.
It stood upright, proud and green, as I pulled his shorts down and helped
him free his feet. I touched the soft skin that covered his warm organ, and
rubbed the length of it gently with my hand. The skin pulled back a ways,
exposing a shiny green knob.

"Come up here," said Ta'an, lifting me by my armpits. "You can do your
anatomical homework later."

I skinned my own briefs down my legs and stepped out of them. We just
looked at each other for a moment. His strong, athletic body was the color
of old jade. He looked like an ancient Chinese statue, I thought.

"You're so beautiful," said Ta'an. "Thank you, Ma'ak, for coming here with
me tonight."

It was too much for me. I ran forward and flung my arms around him and wept
uncontrollably onto the smooth skin of his chest. Ta'an held me for a
moment, and then pushed me away.

"Ma'ak! Ma'ak," he said in a voice filled with concern. "What's wrong? Why
are your eyes making water?"

I managed a smile. "It's all right, Ta'an. I'm just so glad to be here with
you. Sometimes my people cry when they are happy."

Ta'an's tongue flicked out and captured a teardrop running down my cheek.
"Salty," he said. "I hope the next time I bring forth nectar from your body
it will be sweeter."

"I'm sure it will, Ta'an," I said. "Now let's go see how that air shower
works."

Ta'an followed me into the enclosure and swung his tail out of the way to
close the door. He pressed a button on the wall and filled his hand with a
viscous liquid. He spread it over my chest, where it turned to a soapy
foam. Soon we were both covered with suds.

I loved the feel of his smooth, slippery skin. Ta'an seemed fascinated by
my tufts of hair, carefully washing my armpits and then my pubic curls,
while his tail held my cock out of the way. I felt below his dick, and
found nothing remarkable before his tail.

"We are different there, Ma'ak," he said. "My seed is less sensitive to
temperature, so I can keep it inside my body. And, alas, I have no hole for
you to enter. My metabolism turns everything I consume to liquid."

"That's all right, Ta'an," I said. "We can use my hole."

Ta'an rubbed his cheek against mine. I felt his tail come between our legs,
and then a soapy finger explored my crack and pressed into my opening. He
slid it in and out a few times, and then wrapped me in a triple embrace.
Our slippery bodies rubbed against each other until our cocks were hard.

Ta'an pulled away. "Let me wash your head covering, so we can get out of
here," he said.

"It's called hair, Ta'an," I said. "Each single length is a hair, and
altogether it's all called hair."

He made a great mass of soapsuds on my head, and some streamed down the
front of my face. I clamped my eyes and lips shut while his fingers played
through the soft strands. Suddenly I felt a blast of air on my face. I
could feel the soapy foam being blown away. When the wind stopped, I opened
my eyes.

"Was that the air shower?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "As soon as I get the will to take my hands off you, we can
clean our bodies with the air."

"No hurry," I said, as my hands went back to exploring the slippery curves
of his body. Ta'an played with my hair, running his webbed fingers through
it over and over.

All too soon Ta'an pulled away from me. He removed two hoses from their
mounts on the wall. When he pressed a button to start the airflow, I
followed his example. The air was filled with a cloud of soapy foam, as we
aimed the breezy flow over each other. I saw that when it fell to the
floor, a vacuum action sucked it under the base of the walls.

Ta'an carefully puffed away the soap from every hair in my armpits, making
me giggle at the ticklish sensation. When he started to do the same at my
groin, I made him dance with a blast of air on his cock. We played a windy
game until we were both hard and clean.

When the sudsy clouds had settled out of the air, we blew away the last
clinging bits of foam. "Wheee!" I shrieked, as a blast of air brushed my
ass crack and rattled my balls.

We turned off the hoses and hung them on the wall. Ta'an opened the door
and led me to the bed. We wrapped out arms around each other, and he guided
me backward, until my knees bent over the edge of the bed. He lowered me to
the mattress, and I swung my feet onto the bed.

Ta'an climbed above me. He carefully lowered himself onto my body, until we
were touching from head to toe. My arms embraced him, as he rolled us over
onto our sides. He held me tight against his chest, and I rubbed my cheek
along his jaw.

"Oh, Ma'ak," he whispered. "I wish we could stay like this forever."

I buried my face in the crook of his neck and rubbed my nose against his
smooth skin. I pulled at the base of his spine and pressed our groins
together. His hot, hard cock rubbed against my own.

"Ta'an," I said, "something tells me we're going to have to move."

"Ma'ak, my love," he whispered in my ear, "would you let me enter you?"

"Oh yes, Ta'an," I said, loud and clear. "Oh yes. I want you inside me."

I flung my leg over Ta'an's smooth thigh. Behind him, I saw his tail reach
for a small jar on a shelf at the head of the bed. I reached out and held
the jar steady while his tail unscrewed the lid and dropped it onto the
shelf. I watched the tip of his tail scoop up some of the lubricant and
then swing around behind me.

As I set the jar on the shelf, I felt Ta'an's tail brush across my hip, and
then a greasy finger rubbed my opening. When it slid inside me, I felt the
tip of his tail rub across my prostate. My cock jumped.

"Did I do that?" asked Ta'an.

"Yes," I said. "That's my button; my prostate gland. If you do that when
you're inside me, I'll splash my love all over your belly."

"Oh, Ma'ak," he said. "I want to feel that."

His tail had been stirring my opening, stretching it wider. "I'm ready for
you now, Ta'an," I said.

Ta'an pulled his tail away from me, and rolled above me. I pulled my legs
back until I could rest my calves on his shoulders. I saw the long green
finger swoop into the jar on the shelf and then snap around between us, and
I knew he was lubing his cock. Then the head of his dick was moving in
circles, gently pressing against my opening.

"Go slowly, my love," I said. "It will stretch me for a moment, and then it
will be fine."

I shoved my butt against him, and felt the big knob of his stick slide
inside. The sharp pain made me clench my eyes and screw up my face.

"Oh Ma'ak," he said in a voice strained by concern. "I didn't want to hurt
you."

"Don't move," I said. "It'll be all right in a moment."

When I relaxed, I opened my eyes and saw Ta'an's tight lips open into a
smile. I hunched my butt forward, and gained another inch of his meat.

"Push it in, Ta'an," I said. "Give me all of it."

I felt every inch of his thick shaft as it slid along my tight channel,
until his groin rested against my pelvis.

"It's so good, Ta'an," I said. "I feel so full."

"You're so hot and tight, my love," Ta'an said. "I don't want to move. I
want to stay just like this forever."

I clenched my butt around his cock, and he took a short stroke out and in.

"Ma'ak," he moaned. "Don't do that."

I squeezed him again, and got another stroke.

"Ma'ak!" he cried.

"Forever can come later, Ta'an," I said. "Now I want to feel your love
spurt inside me."

Ta'an nibbled at my nose, and drew his cock nearly all the way out. Then he
thrust forward, dragging the head over my prostate, until he was deep
inside again.

"Oh yes, Ta'an," I said. "Do it like that, and make me shoot."

Ta'an's big cock pumped in and out, slowly massaging my tissues, until I
was almost delirious with the swell of emotion I felt for him. My dick
jumped when he pressed my prostate. I felt his tail snake around to where
it could caress my nipples.

"Oh, Ta'an," I cried. "It's so good. Please, Ta'an, keep doing this. Make
it last forever."

Ta'an smiled. "Forever can come later, Ma'ak," he said. "Your hole is so
hot, and tight, and slick. I will soon have to fill you with my seed."

"Oh, yes, Ta'an," I said. "Do it. Let us cum together."

He began to stroke faster, his fat pole stretching my insides, filling me
like never before. My own dick was throbbing as the peak of my excitement
approached. Ta'an thrust deep inside me, and I shouted his name. My spunk
erupted from my shaft and flew high to splash his chest, and then dripped
onto my own skin. The next burst leaped from my dick into my navel.

"Oh, Ma'ak!" Ta'an cried. "You are squeezing my seed from my cock."

I felt him thrust deep inside me and hold there. His big dick throbbed, and
I knew his jism was filling my well. His cock pulsed like a machine gun,
shooting bursts of his love juice into me. My own hose flooded my belly,
until only single drops fell onto my groin.

When our lust was spent, we rolled onto our sides. My legs were wrapped
around him, and his cock stayed buried inside me. We held each other tight,
and our lips gently brushed, until I lay my head on the pillow and fell asleep.

When I awakened, we were still locked in our embrace. I could feel Ta'an's
regular breathing. I felt an overwhelming sense of contentment just being
with him. I lay my head down, and once again drifted into sleep, safe and
secure in the warm, green arms of my love.

In the morning, our eyes opened together, and Ta'an's hot shaft in my butt
soon brought us to a thrilling climax. Then we dashed to the toilet, and
played affectionately in the airshower, and dressed ourselves for the new day.

We took the elevator up to the level of the breakfast buffet. The Xytenian
host or hostess - I couldn't tell which - led us to a table for two by a
window looking out on an exotic garden of plants from many different
worlds. I was surprised when Ta'an echoed my request for coffee.

We browsed the enormous buffet, choosing among exotic foods of all the
worlds that sent trading ships to this place. After we had stuffed
ourselves, I looked at my more experienced mate, expecting him to plan our day.

"There's an amusement park," said Ta'an. "They have a ride that rises and
swoops and loops. We can sit in the front seat of the car and hold each
other tight and squeal."

"Yes!" I said, and we were off. Day tickets for the ride let us return six
times, and each time we screamed louder than before. In between, we
strolled through the botanical gardens and visited the aviary. Down we went
to the bowels of the station to see the giant motors of the power plant and
the maze of tubing for the air and water treatment stations.

When we paused briefly for lunch, Ta'an had Earth food - tortilla chips and
guacamole. I tried a hot dog with plenty of mustard and relish. I tried not
to wonder what might have been inside the hot dog.

Late in the day, when I admitted to some experience playing racquetball,
Ta'an insisted we have a game. We had to descend to our room, where Ta'an
rummaged through a small canvas bag and found what looked like an
earth-style jockstrap and a pair of shorts.

"I have to bring my own shorts," he said, showing me the back where there
was an opening for his tail. "We can rent shorts for you and shoes at the
locker room."

At the ball club, we stripped off our clothes and hung them in our shared
locker. When I leered at my naked lover, Ta'an grinned and said, "Later."

We put on our shorts and shoes and went into our court. I struggled
mightily and managed to win the first game. The best part for me was when
we bumped into each other, and Ta'an's strong arms held me while I rubbed
my sweaty chest against his skin.

He easily won the second game, making me wonder whether he had held back to
give me the first. I concluded there was no doubt about it, because that
was just what he would do to take care of me. I felt overwhelmed by the
feeling of being loved by Ta'an.

After a playful air shower, it was time to think about dinner. First, I
wanted to stop by the casino. When we approached a table, I bought one of
the lowest denomination chips. I looked at the five by five grid, and
placed the chip on twenty five, my age. Then I moved it to ten. Ta'an smiled.

The dealer launched the ball, and it spun round and round, bouncing out of
one slot, and then another. At last it settled into the winning number.
Ta'an shrieked with delight as the dealer pushed a big stack of chips
toward me.

Ta'an said, "Don't use any more of our luck."

I agreed, and cashed in my pile. "Now we can have a nice dinner," I said.
"Where shall we go?"

"To the top," said Ta'an."

We found an elevator bay, and in the car, Ta'an commanded, "Starlight."

When the door opened, we stepped into a large dining room. The tables were
set with white tablecloths, and each had a candle in the center. Overhead
was a vast, clear dome, filled with a view of a million stars.

We were shown to a table at the edge of the room, where Ta'an gave the
waiter an order for both of us. We toasted our health and happiness, and
dined on wonderful food from all parts of the universe. Gazing raptly at
each other, we recounted tales of our childhoods, so different and yet with
a familiar ring that brought us closer together.

After dinner, Ta'an and I returned to the botanical garden. We found a
bench in a grassy clearing, surrounded by a thousand white and purple
flowers. We looked at each other for a moment, and then Ta'an took my hands
in his.

"Ma'ak," he said, "when we meet again, do you think ..." He hesitated.
"Might you wish to stay with me longer? For several years, I mean."

"Ta'an," I said, "you know I would. How could we do that?"

"I have a relative," he said, "who knows the captain of a trading vessel.
That ship travels back and forth between this station and a planet where
the inhabitants are of very small stature. They never developed space
flight, and are not well defended. Their advanced technological products
are in great demand.

"The captain," Ta'an continued, "only chooses crewmen he can trust to not
reveal the location of their world. Many don't care for that planet,
because there is little to do there besides walk in the forests and lie on
the grass. I'm certain a letter from my relative could get us a berth on
that ship."

"Oh Ta'an," I said, "there's nothing I would love more than to spend years
with you, walking in those forests and lying beside you on the grass."

Ta'an lowered his gaze. "You know," he said, "a time will come when I must
leave you. I will always love you more than life, but when I mature, my
desire for you will fade, and I will be drawn to join my mate and raise our
spawn."

I wrapped my arms around him, and he held me tight against his chest.
"Ta'an," I said, "I understand. I'll treasure every second you can share
with me."

I could feel our hearts beating as we held each other. Ta'an said, "When I
go home, I will arrange it. When the power of our love brings us together
again, we will wait here for our ship."

After a while, we made our way to the discotheque, where we danced in our
own small world on the crowded floor. At the end of a perfect evening
together, we returned to Ta'an's sleeping quarters.

We played together in the air shower, and then we made love. After a
restless sleep, torn by nightmares of our parting in the coming morning, we
made love passionately once more, declaring our ever living love as we came
together. Then we slept more peacefully, warmed by our deep feelings for
each other.

When I awoke, Ta'an was still spooned behind me. His arms were wrapped
around me and held my chest. His cock rested inside me, soaking in the
nectar of his love that had flooded into me earlier.

My palms pressed his hands flat against me. I wriggled against him, and
heard a purring sound behind my ear. His hand moved along my flank to hold
my hip. His other arm, which stretched beneath my neck to hold me, began to
move. His hand caressed my chest, and played with the small patch of my
hair. Then it roamed sensuously along my belly, until his finger began to
play in my navel.

I felt his tail snake across my thigh and wrap around my hard dick. Slowly,
he stroked along my length. His cock began to move in me, out and in,
slowly and gently.

"Oh, Ma'ak," he murmured, "I love you so."

"Yes," I crooned. "Yes, Ta'an. Forever."

His hands began to explore my front, as if tracing every feature of me onto
his memory. Ta'an's hard, thick pole massaged my depths, while his tail
relentlessly caressed my sensitive shaft.

I could feel Ta'an's big cock swell larger within me. My own dick began to
throb with excitement. Ta'an brought us both to the edge of ecstasy. And
then he held me tight and still, until the tide of our lust ebbed.

He brought us again and again to the brink, moving his organ within me and
playing my prick like some musical instrument. At last, I could stand no
more, and when he held me, I squirmed and slid my tight tunnel along his
turgid tool. He sighed, and softly strummed my shaft until my seed sprayed
onto the sheet in front of me. I could feel his pulsing prick firing rapid
bursts of his love juice into the depths of my clenching, caressing channel.

His arms embraced me, and I felt the wonderful comfort of his affection.

"Oh, Ta'an," I said. "I love you so much."

"Forever, Ma'ak, my love," he said. "Until the end of time, my heart will
live in your heart, and yours in mine, and no distance can ever separate us."

We lay together for a while. At last, I whined, "Oh, Ma'ak, my love. I need
to use the toilet."

"Yes, Ma'ak," he said, "and I, too. I wanted to hold you and never release
you, but nature calls us."

He slowly slid his cock from inside my hole. When it had left me, I felt
that the best part of me had been severed from my body. We arose from our
love bed, and prepared ourselves for our last morning.

After our breakfast, we walked slowly, hand in hand, to the elevator bay.
Inside the car, we embraced and rubbed our lips together, as we ascended to
the deck of the shuttle bays.

There, I found one that would pass near my ship. We held each other in
silence for a long time. Finally, I stepped away.

"You have my heart, Ma'ak," he said. "Take it with you, and bring it back
to me soon."

"I will love you forever, Ta'an," I said.

"I will long to feel your hands on my skin, Ma'ak," he said.

"I'll soon be back in your arms, Ta'an," I said.

I turned and went onto the shuttle. Just before the door closed, I wiped a
teardrop from my cheek. I saw Ta'an smile.

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The end.