Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2007 00:30:59 -0500 From: carl_mason@comcast.net Subject: THE NEW EARTH - 09 THE NEW EARTH - 9 Copyright 2007 by Carl Mason All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for strictly personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. "The New Earth" is strictly fictional. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As in real life, however, sexual themes unfold gradually. Comments on the story are appreciated and may be addressed to the author at carl_mason@comcast.net If you would like to read additional stories by this author, please turn to the "Authors/Prolific Authors" link at the beginning of the Nifty Archive or in the left margin of the Gay stories index. This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both adults and teenagers. As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, if those in power and/or those whom you trust treat it as illegal, or if it would create unresolvable moral dilemmas in your life, please leave. Finally, remember that maturity generally demands safe sex. CHAPTER 9 (Revisiting Chapter 8) Tarshi hissed, "Where in hell are we, Justin?" His friend's answer was simply to take him by the elbow and lead him over to the stairs of the first house. A softly glowing brass sign read, simply, "Humanoid Boys". The sign on the next house read, "Humanoid Girls". Other houses advertised Humanoid Male Teens, Humanoid Female Teens, Humanoid Male Adults, and Humanoid Female Adults, until one reached the last house which advertised Non-Humanoid - Males and Females. Justin turned around to find Tarshi sitting on the curb, holding his head in his hands, and moaning (somewhat dramatically). "You ok, Tarshi?" his friend whispered as he lay a hand on his shoulder. "Justin, you've GOT to be kidding!" the Attian responded. "Want to go in together or separately?" Justin asked innocently. Tarshi sputtered for thirty seconds before growling, "Together, you idiot!" (Continuing Our Story: When a House Isn't a Home) "Tarshi, since we have this opportunity, I think we should really go all the way," Justin continued. "Huh... I thought 'going all the way' was standard," Tarshi retorted, obviously regaining his sense of humor. "No, no, no, oh handsome, pale one!" the Terran murmured, partially as a joke, partially to sooth any ruffled feathers. "I meant let's really have an adventure! Let's begin by taking a look at the Non-Humanoids!" The burly Attian marine drew himself up to his full 5'7" and looked at Justin as if he were insane. Pausing for a moment, he finally shook his head and muttered, "Well, maybe you're right. It's just that I've had so few opportunities for real sex lately. Maybe we ought to check out the Humanoid Female Teens." "Well, hey, Tarshi," Justin came back at him quickly. "It's not as if you're 80 and can only get it up once a month! Why not keep that for dessert? Remember that our passes pay for everything until we go back to the ship. Besides, our guide up at White-Water said that the Non-Humanoid house occasionally has some really good ones." Realizing that he was already standing in front of the right house, Tarshi grinned lecherously and started up the brownstone stairs, only pausing to turn around and tell his idiot friend to 'Move it!'" Tapping the large bronze doorknocker (cast, to their amusement, in thoroughly familiar shapes), the door was quickly opened by a cute young attendant who showed them into the front room. Settling into comfortable chairs, another attendant appeared immediately with a small tray of complimentary drinks. Playing it safe by selecting beer, the two young lads sat back and took a good look at the other occupants of the room. Oh boy... Justin wanted an "adventure," but this collection pushed the envelope to the limit! For instance, one of the...creatures had obviously descended from the insects. In fact, there were definitely praying mantises in the family tree! ('Probably a female,' Justin thought, shuddering.) A second creature looked more like a twelve-foot Nile crocodile cast roughly in human shape. Justin first looked at the teeth shining in the light of a lamp and then at its tongue as it sensually licked its teeth in invitation. Sorry. It just didn't turn him on. A third being looked like a smaller cousin of the...thing he had wrestled earlier in the day...right down to the three-day growth of beard that seemed to be growing on its blue and green scales. Although it didn't smell nearly as bad, he still silently warned himself to stay out of the reach of those tentacular arms! Other creatures . . . (Well, you get the idea.) Turning towards Tarshi, he saw a look that was at one in the same time both horrified and pleading. Nah, he wouldn't push it even with an enemy, and Tarshi was a friend! Politely smiling, the young men rose and made ready to leave. An older woman, beautifully dressed and really quite striking for her age, appeared in the doorway to the foyer. "Good evening, young men," she said cordially, but with great dignity. "You must be from that enormous space ship out at the port." His face showing relief at the prospect of escape, Tarshi said firmly (and more accurately than he may have realized), "Yes, ma'am." "Well," she said, in a most kindly, even motherly way, "we can't have our honored guests going away unhappy. There are a few others you should see. Normally, they would cost you considerably more, but I am sure we can work something out that will not disappoint you. Would you care to follow me?" With that, she turned and regally led the way down a corridor that led from the foyer. Finally stopping before a door that was locked, she turned the heavy brass key and led the boys into another sitting room, a room furnished even more elegantly than the first. Again, the attendant appeared with complimentary drinks - though this time the boys chose liquor! When the Madam clapped her hands lightly, four new possibilities entered the sitting room. She was correct; all four were clearly superior to the...creatures in the first room. Justin only had one problem: He immediately disqualified two of the new candidates, for they were simply too "human" in their appearance...and he wanted an "adventure". He knew Tarshi would be happier if he was allowed to choose the third, a rather classy young female with a "rack" to die for. That left just one possibility for him - and he wasn't half bad! "Roan", as he was introduced to Justin, was a little on the thin side, other than for some thicker rolls of flesh around his middle. The hair on his head was a bit thin as well, but combed carefully, it didn't look too bad. It was his skin that truly attracted the young Terran. Though dull, the fact that it was reasonably translucent allowed one to see the upper layers of his body. Perhaps that which he was seeing were markings on the skin akin to tattoos. His eyes were also noteworthy...cloudy, even slightly "bluish". In short, Roan fulfilled Justin's basic criteria, and he let him know it. Roan politely said that there were times during the year when he didn't normally take part in "the activities of the house," for his body underwent "changes". He was usually tired. Moreover, during these times he found that he was often somewhat nervous and even irritable. Nevertheless, in his own quiet way, he let Justin know that he found the young Terran to be consummately beautiful...and thoroughly fascinating. If the young man would have a little patience with him, he would like to get to know him...more intimately. As Roan and he chatted, Justin kept one eye on Tarshi and the girl with whom he was speaking. In the first place, he assumed that Tarshi would choose this candidate and, all things being equal, preferred that Tarshi choose and take his choice elsewhere before he chose that which appeared to be a male. This was not the type of situation such as that on shipboard during long voyages, long campaigns and the like. Therein homosexual activity was in a sense forced on young men when hormonal pressures were at their height. Under these circumstances, as noted earlier, it was implicitly (if not explicitly) permitted by almost all authorities, religious, secular, and military alike. The young woman was something of a case. It was NOT that she was "cheap". Far from it. It was just that her beauty was so...obvious. A little too much perfume...a little too much makeup, clothing just a bit extreme...a vocabulary learned as a come-on for johns rather than naturally developed over time. Kinda like some old movies where the beautiful but naive country girl suddenly shows up in the Big City and goes off the deep end. Well jarheads are jarheads. If she appealed to his buddy, that was all that was necessary - and she did seem to appeal. After a few minutes spent with the Madam and her pass card machine, and a smirk thrown in Justin's direction, they were on their way upstairs. In a very few minutes, Roan and he followed. As they entered a comfortable bedroom, Roan came up behind the young Terran and embraced him. "You are so very beautiful, Terran. How I would like to give you my love rather than sex for a fee. Simple sex just isn't enough for me right now. One problem is that in order to do that I must let you see me as I really am - and that is usually frightening to most creatures. In no way would I hurt you, but you would need to be able to concentrate on the love being offered you rather than the outward appearances of my true body. Are you willing to try?" "I'm willing to try with everything within me, Roan. Will you direct me as we go along?" Justin replied immediately. "Absolutely, dear Justin," the man said in a strained voice, a voice that carried more than a few hints of sadness and fear of being hurt. He gathered himself and continued strongly. "As you stand there, facing away from me, will you allow me to remove your uniform?" Given the boy's permission, the...enchanting person sensually removed each article of clothing from Justin's body, touching him in ways that reassured as well as taking him to edge of arousal. "Now, dear boy," he continued, "Rest your torso face down on the bed, allowing your legs, nicely separated, to rest on the floor." Kneeling down on the floor between the lad's legs, he began to kiss and lick the boy's perfect, smooth buttocks and the back of his muscular thighs. Slowly, he worked his way to the perineum and thence up the cleft between his cheeks. When Justin's breath became more ragged, he put his lips upon the youth's anus and didn't cease his attentions until the portal opened before him. As the youngster began to moan musically, he asked in a voice laced with his own passion, "Are you ready to see and experience me as I am, restraining your fears and remembering the love I would give you?" "Yes, I'm ready, Roan," Justin choked out. "Very well, brave boy. When I touch you next, you may rise and turn around." As Justin rose and turned to face Roan, he staggered and a few involuntary shudders passed through his body. Facing him, upright...swaying, was a great King Cobra! It hissed, its tongue flicking in and out, but Justin understood the message: "Fear not, dear boy. You are in no danger. May I approach and touch you?" Trembling despite his best efforts to remain calm, Justin whispered in a dry, tight voice that he might. The snake dropped to the floor and slithered over to him, whereupon it began to coil itself around his body...his feet and ankles, his calves and thighs, his genitals and flat stomach, slowly continuing its ascent until its dull, bluish eyes looked directly into his. Swaying slightly, the slight rippling of its muscles was felt by the young lad as the most erotic "touching" that he had ever experienced. As it reared its head, puffed out its hood, and swayed to and fro in rhythm with the boy's heart, such fear as had instinctually gripped his body gradually lost its hold. Indeed, he began to feel Roan's passion growing in tandem with his own. His great phallus tightened and pushed out between pulsing coils, coils that in turn caused even more blood to rush to and redden his proud glans. The sounds of hissing, moaning, and gasping gradually merged, filling the room with a unique, ever-growing...physically delicious sexual tension. Finally, Justin could stand no more and implored Roan to enter him...to bestow his love upon him. The tail of the great snake, still free on the floor, twitched, rose, and began to search out the boy's portal. Finding it between two coils, it entered, slowly caressing the interior canal with its two hemipenes or penises as it advanced into the youngster's stiffening body. Reaching the prostate gland, these sexual organs fastened themselves to it with minuscule spines, firing the passions of both creatures as they stroked and nudged it. After several minutes...almost simultaneously...boy and great snake exploded with sharp jerks, convulsions, and sounds of release, sending their sperm flying in every direction. Releasing the boy from his coils and lying peacefully together, Roan sighed that he would soon have to depart, for he was moulting and needed rougher surfaces to help him shed his old skin, as well as a dark, protected place to rest. Fingering his scales which were already loosening as his upper skin separated from that lower, Justin whispered that he understood. Wishing the beautiful lad well, Roan said he would long remember his love and courage. It was at that point that Justin heard a wild scream from the next room. Terrified, he rushed to the door, only to see Tarshi trying frantically to pull his shorts up as he rushed down the staircase with his other clothing in hand. Rushing after him, Justin raced out the front door and down the stone steps to find Tarshi kneeling at the curb...trembling... violently sick...hurling his toe nails into the gutter. Throwing his arms around his buddy, he just tried to calm him down and let him know that he was there for him. After a bit, Tarshi regained control of himself and sat back, seemingly content to rest in Justin's arms. "Ah, Justy, what a shock! I could have looked at that rack all evening. MAN, I've never seen knockers like that before - and they really fired me up...especially after all that time on Canmuto and the Venture. After a little lickin' and proddin', we really got into it! MAN, I was three-quarters of the way to Heaven when she loosens this sash she has around her...you know, down low...not far from her pussy...and asks me to get rid of it. So I reach down with my teeth and give it a little jerk. OH, JUSTY! She had a dick just as big as mine...and nuts that were even bigger! And she asks me to suck on it! And, crazy fool that I am, I did. And after a couple of licks, it shot cum all over my face! OH HELL, MAN!" he almost screamed. "IT JUST AIN'T FAIR!" Remembering his childhood when a neighboring farmer taught him how to ride a horse, Justin tightened his arm around his friend's shoulder and whispered that there was something he had to do. Looking up - his eyes still reflecting horror and, maybe, a bit of post traumatic stress - Tarshi grunted, "WHA...?" "You gotta mount back up, Tarsh, and ride the mare until she screams 'uncle'!" "Justy," his buddy snarled, "if you think I'm going back into that...house, you're crazier than a bedbug!" "No, no," his buddy hastened to correct him. "You gotta go down the street to the house where the sign reads 'Humanoid Female Teens'." "Oh," Tarshi mumbled, the fear beginning to leave his eyes and be replaced with the lust of a true jarhead! "Get down there, marine!" Justin barked like the drill sergeant in his friend's worst nightmares..."NOW!" He added in a softer voice, "I'll be right here waiting for you 'cause I'm all fucked out." After some time had passed and he still sat on the stone steps of the house, the Madam opened the front door. Coming down to where he sat, she handed him a bundle. "From Roan with love," she whispered with a soft smile. Poking into a loose fold in the paper, Justin saw that the bundle contained a large...and, as he discovered only later, an absolutely perfect...cobra skin. (To Be Continued)