Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2017 13:54:11 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Rough First Contact

                       ROUGH FIRST CONTACT
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     Luke was sitting on the front porch as the sun was going down. Nothing
prettier, he was thinking, than sunset in the Ozarks, when the sun turned
the skies all red and orange and the trees went from bright green to a dull
green and made long, long shadows where they weren't plunged into darkness,
and the hills went all blue and purple in the distance. The stars crept out
one by one in the sky as it went from light blue to dark blue to royal blue
and from there, down into a slow transition to black. He shifted the straw
from one side of his mouth to the other and sighed, content with the world.
     A crash of pans in the kitchen inside intervened in the placid scene,
followed by Jeb's "Gol durn it! Damn!"
     "What happened?" Luke asked, but in his lips it came out, "Whut
'appint?" The lazy drawl of the hillbilly.
     "Burnt my durned thumb on the stove!" Jeb griped. The stove he was
talking about was a wood-burning stove, a relic of the Victorian era. None
of their furniture was younger than the 1890's, even though this was the
year 1931. "Dropped the durned chicken on the floor!"
     "It ruint?"
     "Nope, it'll still fix up."
     Luke knew their floor was none too clear, and knew as well that Jeb
wouldn't bother rinsing the chicken before dropping it in the pot of hot
lard on the stove. But any germ that could survive the deep-fryer deserved
a home in his liver. And Luke's only other choice was to cook the meal
himself, and he was enjoying his turn off of kitchen duty. He'd be back on
it tomorrow, after all, with just the two of them, him and his brother Jeb,
living in this house of gray clapboard. So he said nothing and kept
watching the sky.
     A shooting star! Hell, this was his lucky day! He made a quick
wish. "Wish I had me some money, enough to buy me a whole gallon of corn
liquor!"
     The shooting star stopped in the sky! Hung there a second or two, then
went straight downwards! Luke marveled, "Never seen one do that afore!" he
breathed. "Mebbe that means my wish'll come true!" He sure hoped so, if
they didn't get money some way or other, they were going to have to hoof it
into town and actually get a job!
     Things were quiet after that and Luke went in to supper when Jeb
hollered for him. The two brothers sat on opposite sides of the table, a
pair of big, buffed country boys, they were both slightly over six feet
tall, with broad shoulders, bulked up arms and chest, slim waists and
powerful legs, all this under solid square faces topped with a shock of
nearly-blond hair. Their clothes were strained to hold in their powerful
bodies. Al Capp had dreamed of such men when he'd drawn his comic strip,
the strong hillbillies living the simple life...though he'd never learned
much about how these two actually lived or he would have created a much
different "Li'l Abner", one who cussed and drank and thought only of how
best to make a living while working as little as possible!
     They'd converted the chicken to a pile of bones and the platter of
corn bread to a few crumbs when there came the sound of someone outside
their front door. It was full dark now, and anybody out there was up to no
good!
     Luke and Jeb grabbed their rifles and prepared to fight for their
territory. "Is it some revenooers?" Jeb asked.
     "Can't tell yet!" Luke said, peering out of their one window. Then he
saw it. "Shucks, it's a little feller! Must have lost his way!"
     Jeb looked at Luke and a slow smile crossed his face, and it wasn't a
pleasant smile. "Well, then, we'll have to take him in for the night, won't
we?"
     Luke began to smile like his brother. "I reckon we will."
     There was the sounds of the intruder walking onto their front
steps. Luke opened the door as the man reached the top step. "Hello there,
stranger! How d'ye do!"
     "I am well, thank you." the man spoke with an odd accent. Luke had
been to town more than once when he'd had money and seen shows where the
people talked in accents to show they were from Europe, so Luke knew it
wasn't French or Italian or nothing like that. Something really foreign! "I
have traveled a very far way to come here."
     "Well, then come on in!" Luke gestured and the man walked in. Even the
way he walked was off, somehow.
     Inside in the light of their coal-oil lantern, Luke could and did take
the measure of their guest. Some four feet tall, he was like a
three-quarter version of a man, the way Luke and Jeb were one-and-a-quarter
sized. The skin was a bit too coppery-colored, and the face was handsome
but in a too-perfect way, soft and somehow unfinished looking. He was
pretty, though. Luke smirked as he considered.
     "So what can we do for you?" Jeb asked their guest.
     "My name is Persil Levnak."
     "So have a seat, Percy!" Luke invited. "Care for a snort?"
     "I do not understand, but thank you, no. I need for nothing. I have
traveled a long way, in fact, I have traveled from another planet to visit
this world of yours. You are the first of your race I or any of my people
have ever met. First contacts are very delicate things and so we choose to
meet an isolated, small group such as yours in which to introduce
ourselves. As we learn more, we will become more involved with your
people. There is much we can teach you, and much we can learn from you as
well."
     "You're new in this country, are you?" Luke asked him.
     "New to this country and this continent and this planet."
     "Well, then, we need to give you a real Ozarks welcome." Jeb said from
behind him.
     "You have a greeting ritual?" Persil asked. "I would be pleased to
participate in one of your rituals."
     "Great. First thing you need to do is take off all your clothes." Jeb
caught hold of Persil from behind, his brawny hands wrapped all the way
around Persil's slender upper arms.
     "My...my clothes?" Persil hesitated. "I was not made aware of this
ritual in any of my briefings."
     Luke bent down and touched the visitor's jacket-like shirt
buttons. Peculiar buttons, just touching them caused them to open up. He
had the chest exposed in no time, no undershirt!
     "Oh, this is a special ritual. Only reserved for very special
occasions."
     "You can't refuse." Luke added in his two bits as he pushed the
jacket/shirt off over the slim shoulders. Funny thing, the guy didn't have
any nipples on his chest! Or hair, either, not even Smooth as silk, though,
the skin. He ran his rough fingers over the chest, feeling how soft and
smooth this guy's body was. "You know, you're prettier than any woman."
     "Damn pretty, all right." Jeb commented.
     Persil struggled feebly as Luke removed the trousers. Again, no hair,
not even down there. The penis, too, seemed different somehow. The glans
didn't have any flair to it, nor skin, the entire prick was a single
piece. And the testicles, they were as round as balls, and the scrotum had
no wrinkles or middle line of joined skin to it. Seamless as a pouch of
tobacco.
     But when Luke fondled the testicles, the prick was a prick, it sprang
to hard erectness and grew nearly three times its former size. If this
Persil had been a normal sized guy, this would be a huge schlong, and was
impressive even as it was.
     Luke took the dong in his hand and began to pump up and down on it
while Jeb kissed and nibbled at Persil's neck. Persil was making small
sounds of distress, as if he wanted to object and didn't dare utter a
single word of protest. Biting back the syllables, leaving only their dregs
to escape his lips.
     "Help me get him up on the bed." Jeb grunted.
     Luke grabbed Persil's legs and with Jeb's arms around Persil's upper
chest, they levered their visitor up onto the bed. Jeb reached down and
began to unbutton the fly on his jeans. Luke was more ambitious, he was
taking off his overalls entirely.
     Jeb climbed up on top of Persil's thin chest and planted his big frame
squarely on the little guy. His dong flopped out and slapped Persil's
neck. "Come on, open up for it." he grunted.
     "Is this a part of your ritual?"
     "Ritual? Hell, yeah, a big part. Now open your mouth and I'll feed you
this." Jeb grabbed Persil's head and lifted it up so that Persil was
face-to-face with Jeb's meat.
     Luke had his trousers off and was struggling with his underwear. Long
johns were a good idea...until you were in a hurry to screw someone, then
they were a pain in the ass. "Don't wear him out before I can get me some!"
he said to his brother.
     "Don't worry, he ain't going nowhere." Jeb said. Then to Persil, "now
open up, now!"
     Persil opened his mouth, perhaps to say something, because when Jeb
shoved his dong into it, Persil gagged and mumbled a distorted protest.
     "Shut up and get to sucking me!" Jeb commanded, then didn't give
Persil the chance, he began to face-fuck the hapless little man.
     As he did, Luke finished undoing his lower clothing. Naked below the
waist, Luke then spat and rubbed saliva on his prick. "Damn, he's good at
that, isn't he?" He observed as he saw how Jeb was making Persil
deep-throat his nine-inch prong.
     "Yeah, he took a bit of convincing, but now he's ready to take care of
us." Jeb panted as he kept the head in his hands busy working his cock.
     Luke climbed up and got between Persil's legs, lifted them up and his
lower body as well, and said, "Then he's ready for the main course, I
reckon."
     Persil just moaned as Luke pushed his cock into the small orifice
below the testicles. It was the damnedest feeling, like the ass kind of
opened like a mouth and fitted itself to his prong. And when he began to
fuck at it, damned if the ass didn't give him a working over like Jeb was
getting from the lips. "Shit, man, it's like you have a second mouth down
here." He grunted as he shoved his dong in deeper. "Oh man!" he gasped. His
cockhead, deep in Persil's butt, had slipped into another orifice, and now
he had TWO mouths working his cock. While fucking an ass! What the hell was
this?
     Oh, God, at this rate, he didn't care! His cock was getting the
servicing of a lifetime, and he wanted it to never end!
     "Oh, ah, ah, shit, I'm going to come!" Jeb grunted as he plowed
Persil's face. "Shit, damn, but this is a mighty fine blowjob I'm getting."
     "Not as good as mine! You got to try this ass when you get done,
there!" Luke panted.
     "Here it comes, Percy, here's your welcome to the Ozarks!" Jeb
groaned. "Ah-ah-AH-AH-GAH-AH-GAH-AH-AHHHH-AHHHHHH!"
     Jeb squirted into Persil's mouth and Luke knew that his brother came
in huge bucket-loads of spunk. Persil choked and grunted, but Jeb didn't
let him release his pud until he was completely finished coming.
     Luke never had the least slackening of that double-suck he was getting
with his cock buried deep in Persil's ass. He didn't want to pull out any
longer, he wormed his cock back and forth just a little to keep it moving,
and the two sphincters that he had wrapped around his prick did all the
rest of it. How could any man be built like this? Such a weird little guy,
it was like he was built for fucking!
     Luke threw his head back and howled as he came, his ejaculation shook
him to the very core, he squirted and felt the jizz boiling about and
spraying out of the inner sphincter, and washing over his cock between the
two mouths still slurping away at him, and oh, God, it was great, so good!
     "Oh, shit, man, this is the best little fuck we ever got ourselves."
Jeb moaned
     "Lots better than that traveling salesman we got us last summer." Luke
agreed.
     "We ought to keep this one for a while." Jeb mused. "How long is it
going to be until we get ourselves another one like this?"
     "Not for a long damned time." Luke confirmed.
     They got off the bed and Luke had made it back to putting his overalls
on when he heard the noises coming from the bed.
     Persil hadn't been moving since the two big hulks had finished with
him, but now he was rising off the bed. But not as he looked before.
     It was like the human part of him was falling to pieces. What came up
and faced them was not human, not by any definition. Luke looked at it and
realized that the feeling he'd had of two mouths working his cock instead
of an asshole was correct, this being had five or six mouths. And eyes
spotted here and there. All of these were on stalks that waved above a
circular mass about two feet across, which was held up by three broad
elephantine legs.
     "What the hell are you?"
     "I am Persil Levnak and I came as first emissary of my planet to this
world you call Earth." Persil (for the voice was the same, though each word
came out of a different mouth). "First contact is very delicate and lets us
learn much about the people of the world. Every race has leaders that will
attempt to deceive us in a desire to obtain our advanced technology, but
the common people...in that, we can see the human race as it really is."
     "What's the matter, you didn't like our welcome?" Jeb grinned, but it
was a forced grin.
     "We didn't know." Luke protested. "We didn't know, we thought you were
a person like us."
     "I would have revealed myself after our introduction, but you never
gave me the chance." Persil told them. "But now, I must return to my ship
and make the report. The first contact of our race with yours will be the
last, for your people are far too dangerous to be allowed out into the
universe. We will visit again in a few hundred years and see if you have
changed. But I doubt that."
     And with that, there was a sudden flash of light and when the two
brother's eyes blinked and could see again, they were alone in their house.
     "What the hell do you suppose all that was about?" Jeb asked.
     Luke shook his head. "Damned if I know. But if that was what he really
looked like after all, it suits me that he's gone and won't come back."
     "Yep, I guess you're right." Jeb said when he considered it.
     "Least wise, we had ourselves one hell of a good time last night."
Luke said.
     "Yeah." Jeb said, then he chuckled. "That feller wanted a first
contact. Well, we gave him a hell of a first contact, didn't we?"
     "Yeah, we sure did." Luke grinned.
     "Let's get us some shuteye. Tomorrow's your turn to cook."
     And that was that. Luke and Jeb never told anyone about their unusual
visitor, so the rest of the world never did learn just how wrong Earth's
first contact with another planet had actually gone.

                             THE END
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