Date: Tue, 11 Jul 2006 08:11:37 +0100 From: Nick Nostalgia Subject: Nightlands Encounter Disclaimer: this is a fictional work containing refined, yet salacious descriptions of erotic, sexual foreplay between a man (aged 24) and an adolescent (aged 14). If such material offends, I can't begin to think why you've got this far, but you may want to stop reading. A last warning: this text contains references to canonical material from the Expanded Star Wars Universe system. None of the characters, from the movie franchise, is actually mentioned or included, for obvious reasons. However, if you are a fan of Star Wars, you may find this a little bizarre. copyright notice: ALL references to Star Wars and The Expanded Universe system, are copyright George Lucas and his Lucasfilms/arts company. This story can in no way be part of the Star Wars canon, and is not intended to be; it holds no affiliation to George Lucas or his Lucasfilms/arts company. It is not meant to bring disrepute into the Star wars fandom, but is meant as a lighthearted erotic alternative for those who are interested. Author: nostalgic@hotmail.co.uk I would appreciate feedback, as this is my first submission in the Fantasy section. Introduction Bronco was an eremite, a man living on the promontory of precarious life, in constant vagrancy. He was in possession of an insane bent against the criminal minded, which seemed to live a life of its own. Nar Shaddaa seemed hardly the most logical choice for temporary accommodation, for he required a stealthy approach for his most current dealings. The streets of that envenomed ecumenopolis were like open wounds in the flesh of the planet moon, infected with the bacteria of criminality. The hordes of filth that lived on the lower streets, and on the high-rise walkways as well, were both a distraction to his fiery state of mind, and an omnipresent threat of great consternation. He was dressed in an outfit that both complemented his mesomorph build, and attracted the least amount of attention possible. A dull grey, elegantly refined two-piece, with black matching boots and gloves. He was a tall man with a long head and facial form, with straight, light brown hair; his face displayed a soft, yet dangerous mien. His nose was pressed down a little, keeping his face pleasant looking, and hardly accentuating the two nostrils, which, otherwise, could have been an utter distraction. To put it succinctly: he was a very attractive twenty-four-year-old man. His dealings on the moon world were nothing more than petty intrigue among minor thugs; he often would play criminals off against each other, if not for his own amusement, then for whatsoever benefit it might bring. He was a man floating dangerously close to the black hole that was the dark side of the Force. His previous business had taken him to Ryloth, a planet of which he was very fond. One side of the planet was permanently dark, while the other constantly faced the sun; he liked the darkness, the anonymity among countless Nightland ghettos. He was able to procure the computer parts for which he had come to moon world; thereupon, he sought secluded accommodation, and settled down for the night. But his thoughts were now occupied with the memory of an encounter with a stray Twi'lek, in the Nightlands. He had encouraged the white skinned young male to spend some time with him, to keep him company during the sojourn. The young male had been surprisingly beautiful. Male Twi'leks were not usually noted for their beauty, but the females were coveted throughout the stars. Bronco's tastes, however, were not exactly run-of-the-mill. In his mind, now, he relived the erstwhile encounter. There were the lekku, the tentacles protruding from the boy's head. He found those very exotic. He undressed the boy as he would, perhaps, any other; and he was delighted to discover hardly any difference in the boy's attributes, in comparison with those of a human boy. However, the young male's skin was pearly white and completely hairless. He started to fondle the boy around the perineum, which teased and excited the young Twi'lek. Thereafter, he tickled the boy's testicles, which were encased in a smooth, leathery pouch. He was unsure of the Twi'lek's comparative age. All Twi'leks were hairless throughout their lives, and it was difficult to gauge the level of maturity; judging by the broad shoulders, and mesomorphic chest, this boy was comparable to an adolescent human male of about fourteen years. Bronco continued to fondle his playmate, now moving his fiery hands to the boy's penis. The penis was quite unremarkable: it was about nine centimetres long, with the foreskin rolled back, showing a pink cap. Bronco thought about using his own saliva to lubricate the end of the penis. But the boy seemed to have his own lubricating mechanism; it was apparent that the glans was becoming quite slippery. Bronco slowly masturbated the young boy. With each pass of his functioning hand, he subjected the glans to immense friction. But the lubricant worked to desensitize the process. The effort of his labour, was converted into effervescent electrical bursts in the boy's groin and abdomen. The squishy sound of Bronco's hand moving over the boy's slimy penis, titillated him. He caught a wisp of musk, the boy's own distinctive smell. Bronco inhaled deeply, as if enjoying a smoke on a tobacco pipe. Now the boy started to rasp deep breaths. He writhed a little, then lifted his legs up and spread his knees apart. With an audible squeeze the boy spurted a great jet of semen, which was continuous, and which lasted for two and a half seconds. But after a pause, another stream of semen burst out from the chink, followed by another, shortly after. This was more semen than Bronco had ever seen. More to come