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Subject: Tink by Cutter09 gay young friends

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Cutter09

Tink
by Cutter09

  I woke up one morning to discover my belly covered in dried cum. I'd had
a wet dream before, what thirteen year old hasn't, but this was
ridiculous. I mean I was covered in cum. Okay, not covered exactly, but it
was a lot more than I normally produced. And another thing, I wasn't hard
when I woke up, like usual.

  I got in the shower to wash the sticky and flaky stuff off. I stroked my
dick, but didn't get hard. Normally, I get hard if the wind blows, and I
have jerked off, cumming three times without getting soft. And for the life
of me, I couldn't remember what I had dreamed to make me cum so much.

  I suddenly remembered it was the first day of school, and if I didn't
hurry, I was going to be late. I rushed to get dressed, grabbed a Pop Tart,
and ran the four blocks to school.

  We were to be in our Homeroom the first day, getting our schedules and
books and learning the school rules and generally not doing much. Real
school didn't start till the next day.

  I was sitting in class, waiting for everyone to settle down, when I
noticed someone sit in the desk next to mine. I look over to see a very
blonde, very pale boy smiling at me. He seemed familiar, but I know I've
never met him. I would have remembered someone that pale.

  He was still smiling like he knew me. I studied him a bit longer. Big
blue eyes, slender features, really smooth skin, almost like he had no
pores.

  "Uh...Hi, I'm Garret. Garret Susman," I said offering my hand.

  "I am called Tink," he replied taking my hand.

  I was struck by how soft and smooth his skin felt.

  "Let go of your boyfriend's hand so I can get by, `Suck-man',"

  Derk. The terror of fourth, fifth, and sixth grades, come to haunt me in
seventh, mispronouncing my name on purpose. I reluctantly let go of Tink's
hand, and Derk tried to break my shoulder with his big ass when he passed.

  Derk had embarrassed me in fifth grade my calling me Suck-man instead of
Susman for the first time. He'd been a pain before, but now he was almost
unbearable. If he wasn't so damn big, I probably would have done something
long before.

  Derk sat behind me, and I wanted to disappear. He jabbed me in the
shoulder and said, "Your boyfriend's cute. Does he taste as good as he
looks, Suck-man?"

  I had never been one to make friends easily, and now Derk was going to
kill this friendship before it ever got started.

  The teacher was trying to settle the class, as I hung my head. I couldn't
even look at Tink, afraid of what I would read on his face. He probably
thought I'd had some sort of relationship with Derk. Just the thought of
that made me sick to my stomach.

  Why couldn't Derk just leave me alone? Better yet, why couldn't he just
embarrass himself the way he did others. Maybe it would teach him a lesson.

  Mrs. Winslow was calling out names for students to come up and get their
schedules. Derk was the third one called. I just knew, on the way back to
his desk, he would do something to me. I kept my head down and waited for
whatever it was.

  I heard him say "I got something for you too, Teach." Then there was a
collective gasp, then uproarious laughter erupted. I looked to the front of
the classroom to see Derk with his pants and underwear at his knees. He was
jerking his tiny dick between his thumb and index fingers. It was the size
of a thimble, and not a hair on it.

  Mrs. Winslow grabbed him by his shirt collar and dragged him from the
room. He tripped and stumbled, but never let go of his dick.

  The room was ablaze with chatter. I was just dumbstruck. I looked over at
Tink, who was smiling at me.

  "That was good. Right?" he asked.

  I could only nod.

  Mrs. Winslow returned shortly, without Derk. I was near the end of the
alphabetical roll call to receive my schedule, Tink was last. He put his in
his shirt pocket without even looking at it.

  "Aren't you interested in your schedule?" I whispered to him.

  "It's the same as yours."

  I thought that odd, considering he hadn't even looked at it, nor had I
showed him mine.

  The reason that the schedules were important is because, ours was a
charter school. You had to apply, get accepted, then go through a lottery
to get in. It's difficult to say the least. And it is a college prep school
that focuses attention on math and science. Our schedules are broken down
to `A' days, and `B' days. `A' days are Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. `B'
of course are Tuesday and Thursday. There was also three lunch periods. In
my five years at this school, no one has ever had the exact same schedule
as I had.

  Tink did, I would soon discover. Class for class, exactly the same.

  That first day, we are also given information about various clubs and
programs we can get involved in. We don't have any sports teams, but we do
have `Mathletes', `Science Club', 'Robotics Club', `Chess Club'. Well, you
get the picture.

  I wasn't really one to join clubs and had no particular interest in
any. Tink apparently had none either.

  We got our pictures taken for our school I.D.'s then they let us
leave. Tink followed me to the exit, and just as we got there, he donned
some pretty dark sunglasses.

  "My eyes are a little sensitive," he explained. He walked with me the
four blocks, then at the corner before my house he stopped.

  "I reside on Maple Street. One block in that direction. Second house."

  "Hey, that's right behind my house."

  "Yes. I will see you later." He turned and headed home.

  I hadn't even questioned why he was walking with me. I had no clue where
he lived, it just seemed the natural thing was to walk together. I know
that an older couple had lived in the house behind mine. They had a big dog
that barked at me through the fence like he wanted to rip my throat out. I
just avoided going in the back yard so I wouldn't have deal with him. I
couldn't remember the last time I heard him barking. I guess the old couple
moved out, and Tink's family moved in.

  Mom and Dad weren't home, so I went straight to my room for my afternoon
jerk session. As I stroked, I tried to remember the dream that had made me
cum so much. Instead of the dream, I got flashes of Tink. I wondered what
he looked like naked. That smooth flawless skin. Those large blue eyes. I
wondered if puberty had hit him yet. Did he have any pubes? Could he cum?
How big is his dick? I could see him in my mind, but only his face. It was
like he was right in front of me. Really close. But I couldn't look down at
his body.

  I had an intense orgasm, but only a little cum spurted out. I must still
be drained from last night.

  I went to bed early because I was really tired. I didn't even do my
bedtime jerk off. I woke up with a start. I don't know what caused it, but
I sat up quickly as if someone had knocked on my door or something.

  Again, I had cum on my belly, and no recollection of my dreams. I went to
the bathroom and sat on the toilet while waiting for the shower to warm
up. I did my business, and noticed that my anus hurt when I pushed one out.

  What the hell was going on? When I wiped, it was really sensitive. When I
flushed, I happen to look into the bowl, and there was a bluish film on top
of the water. Almost like one of those toilet bowl cleaners, only I didn't
have one in my toilet.

  Tink was waiting on the corner for me. His smile lit up as I approached.

  "Are you well this morning?"

  "Yeah, I guess."

  "You guess?" Tink asked curiously.

  "I keep having these weird dreams. But I can't remember them."

  "Do you want to remember them?"

  "Yeah, I think so. I mean they make me... well, yeah I want to remember."

  I didn't think we were at a point in our relationship where I could talk
about what makes me cum. We'd actually had spoken very little, yet I was
already considering him a friend. I had few of those, so the requirements
were rather low.

  The halls at school were abuzz with what Derk had done. Some boys
reenacting it comically. There was quite a bit of speculation about what
would happen to him.

  Tink's schedule was exactly the same as mine, and he followed me around
all day. We talked more, and I felt closer to him, but something was
strained in our friendship. He seemed to know me better than I knew
him. Maybe even better than I knew myself. He anticipated things. Like when
I broke my pencil, he was holding one out to me before I even asked. And at
lunch, he got french fries and put them on my tray. Most of the food at
school sucks, but I do love their french fries, and I had forgotten to get
some.

  All day I felt tired as if I hadn't slept much. Those dreams must be
draining my energy as well as my cum. In history class, which is probably
my least favorite subject, I fell asleep. Mr. Travis hates it when students
sleep in his class. He gives them extra assignments, progressively worse
for each time you're caught sleeping.

  I was completely out of it from the beginning. There is no way in hell he
didn't see me, because he walks up and down the rows of desks while he
drones on about his boring subject. Yet, I slept undisturbed until the bell
rang.

  History is next to last period, so I hoped I could get through one more
class without sleeping. At our lockers (Tink's was right next to mine),
Tink handed me several sheets of paper.

  "What's this?" I asked.

  "Notes on history class."

  While everyone was settling in for the next class, I glanced at the
notes. I was shocked. It wasn't notes. Every word spoken during the entire
class was written down. Every question, and who asked it. Every answer,
word for word. Everything. Some of the students even I didn't know, but
Tink apparently knew their first and last names.

  Before leaving school, I needed to stop at the restroom. I stepped up to
the urinal, Tink took the one next to mine. I guess he wasn't aware of the
unwritten rule of leaving a vacant one between whenever possible.

  Of course, I wanted to get a look at his dick, but that is also frowned
upon. I looked down at my own dick and sort of darted my eyes toward where
his would be. Tink leaned back a little as if he knew I was trying to see
it. I didn't want him to catch me looking so I only took a couple of quick,
darting peeks.

  I didn't see much really. I could tell he had it in his hand, and it was
just as pale as the rest of him, but I didn't really get any details about
length or thickness or pubes. But it sounded like he had a heavy, powerful
stream of piss.

  We walked home in near silence. I thought about asking him if he'd like
to come over. I looked at him, and as always, he was smiling at me. I
couldn't read his eyes through his dark sunglasses, so I worried that I
would embarrass myself by asking.

  When we got to the corner by my house I said, "Would you..."

  "Yes," he answered, and continued toward my house.

  We dropped our backpacks inside my bedroom door as we entered.

  "How did..."

  "I write quickly."

  I'm sure my expression was like a dog who hears something he doesn't
understand. Head cocked to the side, questioning look on his face.

  "You were going to ask how I took those notes in history. Were you not?"

  "Uh...well, yeah."

  Ok, this is getting spooky. Maybe he saw me break my pencil earlier. And
maybe I looked back at the french fries longingly, and he noticed. But how
the hell did he know what I was going to ask twice in a row?

  "I'll tell you in a minute. But first, why did you not look when I gave
you the chance?"

  "Look?"

  "At my penis. In the restroom, you wanted to see it, but you didn't
look."

  "Uh...it's rude, I guess. I mean, someone could get the wrong idea."

  Jeez. How dumb is this guy? Who wants to be called a fag the rest of
their life for getting caught looking at another guy's junk.

  "What is fag and junk?"

  "You're not from around here, are you," I chuckled.

  "No. My home is far away, and you've probably never heard of it."

  "Wait. How did you know I was thinking about fag and junk?"

  "You should sit down... We communicate through telepathy. For us, it's no
different than speaking is for you. But we've found that we can pick up all
of your thoughts, not just the ones you speak out loud."

  "My thoughts?"

  "Not just yours. All humans near us."

  Humans? Telepathy?

  "As you said, I'm not from around here."

  "You mean..."

  "Yes."
  Bullshit. This can't be happening. He's an alien, and I'm King Kong.

  "Who is King Kong?"

  "Ok! Stop it! I get the point."

  "Now what is fag and junk?"

  Shit how do I explain that?

  "Well fag is a term..."

  "Ah. I see."

  "Stop that!!"

  I thought about my dick to describe junk.

  "Ah...Nice junk by the way."

  Shit! How many times have I thought about my dick the last couple of
days?

  "Four hundred and twelve, including this one."

  "Can you turn off the telepathy thing? I really don't want you in my
thoughts." I didn't want him to know how many times I had thought about his
dick too.

  "Ninety seven including this time. It is difficult to turn off, as you
say. How long can you go without speaking or hearing others speak. If
someone is in the room with you and talking, you hear them. It's that
simple."

  Shit! I have been thinking about my dreams and what's been happening to
me.

  Tink smiled really big.

  "You heard that didn't you?"

  "Yes."

  "You know all about me, don't you."

  "Everything. You're the reason I'm here."

  "Enough of the fun and games. I want to know what this is all
about. Now!"

  "My father picked you up a couple of months ago."

  "Picked me up?"

  "You were hiking in the woods outside of town. After we ran our tests, he
let you go."

  "I...I was abducted?"

  "You probably didn't notice the time difference, because we implanted
memories of your hike. Then I asked to visit you. Father thought it was a
bad idea but he allowed me to."

  "Visit me?"

  "It will become clear sooner if you don't interrupt. We convinced the
people behind you to move and took the house. I've visited you six times
since then. I wanted you to be my friend after the first visit, so father
arranged for me to go to your school. Each time I visited you, I've liked
all that I learned, and then night before last, I initiated a sexual
relationship."

  "Sexual rela...we had sex?"

  "Yes. That is the dreams you can't remember. It wasn't a dream. Father
insists I block your memory of our contact. I'm not even supposed to tell
you this much, but I understand your confusion, and don't want to deceive
you any longer."

  "Wait...Back up a minute. We had sex??"

  "Yes. Quite enjoyable too, I must say."

  "I would guess so, considering what was on my belly... Now hold on a
second! I had cum all over my belly, and my butt hurts. Did you...fuck me?"

  "We had anal intercourse, yes. It is what you wanted."

  "I wanted? I've never..."

  "You have thought about it six hundred seventeen times during
masturbation. And when I was with you you asked for it specifically."

  Shit. He probably knows exactly how big my dick is.

  "5.25 inches long 4.3 inches in circumference"

  "Did you measure it?"

  "No, but you have. And I've had it in my hand."

  I was really struggling with this. I don't know if I want a friend who
knows everything about me. People like the keep their own secrets from each
other. Even married people, and best friends have secrets. I probably
wouldn't tell my best friend I got butt fucked. Although I might tell my
best friend how big my dick is, but only if he shared that information too.

  "7.5 inches long 5.5 inches in circumference."

  "So suddenly we're best friends?"

  "You are my only friend."

  "Do you go around fucking all your friends in the ass?" I yelled at him.

  He looked very hurt. "I've never had a friend. And I only did it because
you wanted it. I wouldn't have if you didn't."

  "I wanted it? Did I fucking ask for it?"

  "Yes. Verbally and telepathically."

  Oh...well, I can't remember it, can I." There were tears in his eyes, and
they seemed to shimmer with a blue hue.

  "Is your cum blue?"

  He was already nodding before I finished the question.

  "Jesus, how many times did you fuck me?" I asked remembering the blue
film in the toilet.

  "Just once last night and once the night before."

  "Bullshit. I don't cum that much each time."

  "Oh...One orgasm for me each night, you had several."

  "You made me cum several times while fucking me?"

  "I said it was quite enjoyable, for both of us."

  "So you only fucked me the last two visits. What happened the first
four?"

  "We only talked the first time. Then the second, you asked to see my
penis. The third we lay together naked and talked a lot and played with
each other. The fourth was pretty much the same as the third except you
asked me to fuck you. I explained that I would need Father's permission to
do that. So I got permission, and on the fifth and sixth visits, we had
sexual intercourse."

  "Oh my god! Your father knows you fucked me?"

  "Yes. He wanted to himself when we first picked you up. I asked if I
could have you."

  "Have me? Like a pet? If you..." I began to raise my voice again.

  "No. We have picked up lots of people. Mother won't let Father have the
females but he can have the males as long as he wipes their memories. We've
learned that males are less likely to say anything about their anal
passages hurting. You were the first teen male we've picked up. I convinced
him to let me have you, but I didn't want to if you weren't receptive to
it. That's why I visited you. Not only were you receptive, you were quite
eager."

  "Does your mother let you have the females?"

  "I could. But I haven't. You were the first I wanted."

  My head was spinning. I was angry about being taken advantage of, yet
somewhat complimented that he wanted me and not some girl. It's hard to
believe that I asked to get butt fucked though.

  "You did, I swear. We have very limited abilities personally. Though we
do have machines the can make people do anything we want."

  "Limited abilities?"I asked.

  "Yes. Like with Derk."

  "Derk! You made Derk do that?"

  "No, not really. You see, he was thinking about showing her his big
dick. I saw it in his mind, and knew it was hardly what I would describe as
big. You thought about wishing he would embarrass himself. So, I just
implanted encouragement. I basically told him it was a good idea. I'm
limited in that I can't make someone do something, it has to be something
they really want to do anyway. I merely remove their inhibitions."

  "Oh, so you merely removed my inhibitions about butt fucking, and Voila!
It's bang Garret's gong day," I accused.

  "No. I promise. It wasn't like that." He was actually sobbing.

  "We had gotten very intimate. There was a lot of kissing and
touching... I really liked all the kissing...I had never felt that way...I
even waited to get permission...You still wanted me the next time, and I
wanted you. I would never do anything to harm you. That's why I saved you
from Father. He is a lot more aggressive, and larger. I'm sure your
sphincter would have been ripped. Ours was...tender and passionate. Did I
mention enjoyable?"

  "Yes several times. I get the message. You liked it. If I ever need a
job, I can be a whore for aliens, and charge top dollar because I'm so
good," I yelled sarcastically.

  Apparently I'm pretty good a making aliens feel like shit too. There were
blue streaks running down the pale skin of his face.

  "Uh...Maybe you should..."

  He was already putting on his sunglasses as he headed for the door.

 I didn't feel like eating dinner that night. I told Mom I had a lot of
homework to do. Mostly I just wanted to think this through.

  I had a friend who was an alien. How cool is that. What he did to Derk
was hysterical. He also must have done something to Mr. Travis. He covered
my ass there for sure, not to mention the notes.

  He seemed to be very caring of me. I mean, if you forget about raping
me. But according to him, I was asking for it. Famous last words of many
rapist, if you think about it.
  "Honest Your Honor, I thought she was eighteen, and she was begging for
it."

  I was still thinking about it when I stepped into the shower. My hand
automatically went to my dick. I looked down at my erection. My alien
friend knew exactly how big I was, he even held it in his hand.

  He said his was more than two inches longer, and over an inch wider than
mine. I used my fingers to measure a couple of inches added to the end of
my dick, then used my other hand to estimate more width. That is a big dick
he used on me. I don't know if it is above normal for aliens, but it's
certainly bigger than your average human thirteen year old.

  I tried to imagine myself in a position to have the choice to experience
a dick like that in my ass. Would I have chosen to? I know he was right
about me fantasizing about it when I masturbated. But still, would I have
let him fuck me?

  I slid my hand around to my hole. I was still a little tender, but I
eased my finger in anyway. Damn it did feel good. I can only guess how good
a big dick would feel.

  Though I had never thought of myself as gay, I know that I am open to sex
with a boy. Easing my finger in and out of my hole, I knew that if I'd had
a cock in there before, I wouldn't pass on a chance to have it again. The
only question for me that remained was, did I ask for it the first time?
Was I coerced, like Derk?

  The only reason I can't remember is because Tink's father made him block
my memory.

  Another consideration is, Tink could have continued his `visits'
indefinitely, fucking my brains out whenever he wanted. He chose to tell
me. At great risk to himself, and his family. That had to count for
something. He showed great trust in me by doing so too. Especially against
his father's wishes.

  I had trouble going to sleep that night, but did finally. I woke up, and
immediately checked my stomach for cum stains. Finding none, I was both
relieved and disappointed.

  Spotting Tink on the corner, I immediately started doing multiplication
tables in my head. 2x2=4 2x3=6 2x4=8...

  I continued passed him, and he fell in step with me.

  After the first block he asked, "Why are you doing simple math
equations?"

  "To bore you out of my head."

  I glanced at him, expecting him to look worried. Instead, he was
grinning.

  "What the hell are you grinning about?"

  "At least you're talking to me, even if you don't want to communicate."

  I stopped and glared at him. "That is how we communicate on Earth. We
talk to each other."

  "There are many forms of communication. Body language, a dog's bark, a
baby's cry. Even sex is a form of communication."

  I could only stomp my foot and start walking again. 5x6=30 5x7=35...

  Do you know how hard it is not to think about something that is really
bothering you? Tink was with me all day. Right beside me, and I refused to
let him get into my brain. I couldn't even think about my dick. That is
difficult for any male, especially a thirteen year old.

  In history class, I was so preoccupied with keeping Tink out, that I
didn't hear Mr. Travis ask me a direct question. Even if I had, I wouldn't
know the answer because I hadn't read the assigned chapter. He repeated the
question, and suddenly the answer popped into my head.

  At first I glared at Tink again, then just thought "Thank you."

  His smile lit the room.

  I was still angry with him as we walked home, but I had questions too.

  "How did you get Mr. Travis to let me sleep in class?"

  "Do you remember `Star Wars Episode IV? When Ben Obi-Wan Kenobi says
"These aren't the droids you're looking for." It's actually kind of like
that, `This boy is not sleeping in your class.' He just let it pass."

  I couldn't help but laugh. My alien friend made a joke.

  "Thank you," Tink said.

  "For what?"

  "Thinking of me as a friend."

  "Tell me about your home."

  "Ok. Here's something you might find interesting. Back home, I am only
four years old. Our planet has a larger orbit around our star. Roughly two
and a half years on earth. For the last few thousand years our star has
entered the last phase of its life, so we have lower light, therefore have
evolved with paler skin and larger eyes to let in more light. Because of
the lack of sunlight, we have to raise most of our crops on the next planet
closer to our star. We have scouts visiting all the known inhabitable
planets in the galaxy to find places for our civilization to eventually
live."

  "So you're going to kill us all and take over Earth?"

  "No. Nothing like that. We want to assimilate and live peacefully. We
will offer technology far beyond anything you have in exchange for a place
to live. And our population will be spread throughout the galaxy, not all
in one place. Earth is merely one of hundreds of thousands of planets in
our galaxy that is inhabitable. Imagine how many lifeforms are out
there. Then consider the number of galaxies, and ours is small by
comparison."

  "So you've chosen to stay on Earth?"

  He suddenly looked very sad. "I'm afraid our time here is limited. When
we finish our work here, we will move on to the next place. I know that
Father likes Earth. He has even noted how you have accepted me, even
knowing I'm alien, and will include it in his report about Earth."

  "Accepted? I just found out, and still trying to get my head around it."

  "Actually, you've known from the beginning, and did accept me, even asked
me to...well, you know. Most importantly, you haven't told anyone."

  At the corner, he just turned and continued home. I guess he knew I
wasn't contemplating asking him to my house. I was still confused about my
feelings on the matter. I knew I had no intentions of revealing their
identities, although it would probably make me famous. It seems I was also
now privy to the knowledge that we are not alone in the galaxy. Of course
he was evidence of that, but there are thousands of inhabited planets too.

  I slept well that night for the first time in ages. I was relieved of
some troubles, I didn't get a night time visit, and I had a relaxing jerk
off session just before bed.

  Tink was waiting on the corner and smiled when he saw me.  "How are you
this morning?"

  "Pretty good. My ass hole doesn't hurt, so that's a plus."

  "Father thought it ingenious of you to block me out with math equations."

  "Well, tell your father I try to be a good little specimen for him."

  "It isn't like that. It was in the beginning, I admit, but it's beyond
that now. We did study you, physically and mentally, Now you're more of a
social and physiological experiment."

  "Either way, I'm still a walking petri dish. I understand though. If the
authorities got a hold of you, they'd study you inside and out as well. You
would eventually end up on some mortician's slab."

  "Maybe you'll feel differently when I tell what else Father said."

  "Ok, what else did he say?"

  "I'll tell you later."

  That kept my mind occupied most of the day. At lunch time, Derk
entered. Rumor was he was put in a psych ward for observation. I guess they
decided he was okay, because they let him out.

  As luck would have it, he was in my history class.

  "You still sucking your boyfriend's little dick?" Derk smirked as he
passed my desk.

  I turned to face him. "It's actually really big. And tasty too. You
should try sucking dick. Maybe yours would grow," I countered bravely.

 That earned me a punch in the back. Unfortunately for Derk, Tink saw it.

  When Mr. Travis came down our aisle, Derk had him unzipped and swallowed
his dick before Mr. Travis could even react.

  That was the last I saw of Derk.

  Walking home I said "I can't believe what you did to Derk."

  "Actually, all I did was open his mind to suggestion, you made the
suggestion."

  I almost felt bad for Derk. Almost, but not quite.

  "So what else did your father say?"

  "He wants to meet you."

  "I thought you said we've already met."

  "He wants to meet you formally. Not as a lab rat."

  We went to his house, and I was shaking as we entered. The lights were
turned down low, to be comfortable for them.
  "Father, this is Garret."

  I held out my hand to the tall, thin, pale man. Unfamiliar with the
custom, he hesitated before extending his hand. He glanced between Tink and
his mother then back at me. His hand left mine and moved to my face. His
gaze was penetrating, as he looked into my eyes.

  He stepped back and again glanced between Tink and his mother.

  "Garret. I was quite disappointed to learn that Tink had revealed so much
to you. I now see why he had such faith in you. You have a kind spirit, and
an open mind. I trust that you will not betray us, and when the time comes,
you will be rewarded for your loyalty."

 Tink walked me home, but my mind was elsewhere. I had no clue what his
father had meant by that.

  "My father really liked you. Otherwise, right now your mind would be
nothing more than mush."

  "Well thank you for the opportunity to become a vegetable."

  "It would only be temporary."

  Friday morning, school was again abuzz about Derk. This time the boys
weren't imitating him though.

  In history class, Tink gave me a look. Then I heard him inside my head
"Mr. Travis is thinking about Derk's mouth on him." I could see a bulge in
Mr. Travis' slacks.

  We walked home together, and at the corner Tink said, "I'd love to."

  "What?"

  "You were going to ask me to spend the night. You've been thinking about
it all day."

  "We have got to set some boundaries. Is there anyway I can keep you out
of my head?"

  "If there were, I wouldn't tell you," Tink laughed.

  "Do you need to ask..."

  "I already did. Father said yes."

  We were barely in my room, when Tink began undressing.

  "I know I was thinking about it, but could you at least wait until I
actually say it?"

  In reply Tink kissed me. A kiss like I've never had, or at least can't
remember having. It quickly became very passionate.

  I broke the kiss, and breathlessly said, "Okay, get naked."

  We both ripped our clothes off. He had seen me naked without the
disadvantage of a blocked memory. I on the other hand was very anxious to
see him. He removed his underwear and stood before me.

  He was pale of course, but beautiful. He was hairless except for a very
small bush at the base of a fine looking dick. He had said it was seven and
a half inches, and I could see that it would easily reach that as it began
to rise right in front of me.

  I reached for it, and noticed the head. Where mine had a ridge that
tapered up to that sensitive area just under the piss slit, his had a ridge
that went all the way around evenly. A complete bell shape, with a hole at
the top.

  "I wasn't expecting that," I told Tink.

  "There are a few anatomical differences between us."

  We lay down and immediately began passionately kissing again. Our hands
explored each other's body, our lips locked together. I could feel another
difference. His nuts were large and rounder, less egg shaped. My lips made
their way to his dick. This was my first time sucking (that I could
remember), so I had nothing to compare it with. I do know I really liked
having him in my mouth. I couldn't take all of it, but I enjoyed the way it
filled my mouth.

  "You should stop now," Tink declared.

  I pulled away from him. "Only if you promise to fuck me." He was right
about me wanting it. I really did. I know now that I had asked for it
before.

  Tink reached for his jeans and pulled out a tube of lube.

  "You came prepared? You couldn't possibly have known we would do this
when you left your house this morning."

  "Actually, I've been carrying it since I asked for permission the first
time. Father said I would need it."

  He lubed up and put my legs on his shoulders.

  "You've done this before," I said laughing.

  "So have you."
  His dick popped inside me easier than I would have thought. But then
again, I wasn't really a virgin anymore. Tink leaned in and kissed me again
as he worked it into my chute. Once his balls were on my ass, I was already
hooked. I knew he had told me the truth from the beginning. I would want
this again and again.

  After a couple of minutes of slow, deep strokes, I felt something odd
happening to me. I opened my eyes to see Tink very close to me, just like
in my fantasy when I couldn't look down at his dick because he was so
close. It had to be a lingering memory, one he had allowed me to keep.

  He was smiling at me, watching my eyes as the strange feeling grew.

  I was suddenly struck with my first orgasm, as he returned to stroking in
and out of me.

  "Oohh Tink, what is that?"

  "A bonus."

  I could feel something really large moving around, drawing in and out
with him. Then suddenly it was like an electric current ran straight
through my nuts.

  "OH FUCK. What are you doing?" I yelled as my second orgasm started.

  "Making love to you."

  "Jesus...Don't stop."

  He didn't. His slow methodical strokes drove me crazy. I was leaking cum
the entire time. There was an intense stretching and that electric current
throughout my chute as he took long strokes. Short rapid strokes played
havoc with my prostate causing massive orgasms.

  After thirty exhausting minutes, Tink took one last long stroke burying
himself deep in me and I felt a gush of hot liquid flood my insides.

  Slowly the stretched feeling disappeared, and soon I felt his dick shrink
inside me. Not that I cared, I was totally wasted. I felt light headed and
near unconscious.

  Tink finally withdrew from me and lay down. He kissed me and rubbed my
chest soothingly.

  "Are you okay?"

  I raised my head and opened my eyes taking a minute to focus. I was
covered in my own cum, just like Monday morning. And I was sure later I
would flood the toilet with blue alien cum.

  "That can't possibly be normal."

  "It is for when we mate with humans. Not when humans mate."

  "What's the difference?"

  "As I said, there are a few anatomical differences between us." He lifted
his dick and pointed to that unique head.

  "Do you know what a dog's knot is?"

  "Yeah."

  "This works similar to that. It swells to roughly twice its erect size,
to ensure the female doesn't pull away until inseminated. The English
translation for it would be `Bulb' And if you feel my penis, you will
notice a harder section near the center. It's similar to what your ear is
made of, but it sort of whips around during intercourse, causing the bulb
to whip around also, which causes extreme stimulation in our
partners. Nature works in mysterious ways to ensure propagation of the
species. Did you know that the Echidna of Australia has a penis that has a
shaft and four heads?"

  "Well that was probably more than I needed to know. So you said your dick
was 5.5 inches in circumference, and the head doubles in size. So you just
fucked me with an 11 inches in circumference plunger that basically
generates its own electricity?"

 Tink smiled. "Pretty much. Yeah."

  "I'm never letting you near a girl."

  "I don't want any girl. Only you."

  "If I thought I would survive it, I'd let you fuck me again for that
answer."

  He kissed me again.

  Just then I heard my dad right outside my door.

  "Garret."

  Tink and I jumped up to grab our clothes, but it was too late. The door
opened and Dad stepped in.

  "Would you...Oh...Uh...Uh...Never mind."

  He was still looking at us as he slowly backed out pulling the door
closed behind him.

  We were both standing there totally naked, everything on display.

  "Shit, shit shit," I said in a panic.

  "What?"

  "What do you mean what? My dad saw us naked together."

  "I don't think it's going to present a problem."

  "Why the hell not."

  "Because he was thinking `Garret's got a nice looking dick.' Then `Holy
shit, look at what his friend is packing. I don't blame them for fooling
around.'

  "Really? My dad? Do you think he's done stuff with guys?"

  "I can find out for you."

  We found Dad in the living room.

  "Dad, this is my friend...well, we call him Tink."

  "Pleased to meet you Tink," Dad said, his eyes darting to Tink's crotch.

  "You too sir."

  "Can Tink spend the night?"

  "Sure, Son. Uh...Sorry about earlier... I guess I need to be a little
more aware of your need for privacy at your age. I was just going to ask if
you'd like pizza for dinner tonight."

  "That's great with us. And thanks for...uh understanding."

  "I was young once too," Dad said with a wink.

  "Did that mean what I thought it meant?" I asked Tink back in my room.

  "Yes. He had a special friend when he was fourteen. Also he wouldn't mind
sucking either one of us."

  "I am not letting my dad suck my dick," I declared.

  "Well I certainly can't."

  I kissed him again. "As far as I'm concerned, my ass belongs to you, and
your big beautiful alien dick belongs to me."

  "I like the way you think. And I love it when you kiss me."

  Tink fucked me again that night, and many times after. We were
inseparable for the rest of the school year.

  Then came real life. The first week of summer, Tink's father took me and
Tink aside.

  "Garrett. You have been the best friend I could have ever wished for Tink
to have. You have also showed us your undying loyalty. I once told you that
loyalty will be rewarded, but it too comes with a price. I'm afraid our
time here is done. We have other planets to explore as possible homes for
our people. We will return when our mission is complete. That will probably
take five or six years. When the time comes, I want you to be our
ambassador to your people. You will represent us and present our case to
your world's governments. This will make you famous beyond anything you can
imagine. For some, it will also make you a target. But fear not, you will
be protected. You will also be given knowledge of our history and
experiences that will be of great help to humans. You will be given
technology that will make you extremely wealthy and freedom to travel
wherever our people reside. This is a great honor, and a great burden as
well. I again must place my trust in you until we meet again."

  "I don't know what to say." I replied.

  "Say yes, dumbass." Tink had picked up some of my wit and foul language
since he's been here.

  "What is `dumbass'?" Tink's father asked.

  "I humbly accept your kind offer."

  Tink and I only had two more days together (and two wonderful nights)
before they left.

  I've read stories of women of olden days saying goodbye to their husbands
as they set sail for lands unknown. I now know how they felt. Unsure if
they'd ever see them again. Emptiness inside for the loss of a loved one.
Fear and trepidation for what the future holds.

  And besides that, I have lost the best possible lover anyone could have.
I have doubts that I will ever have a sexual relationship with anyone else.
I've had the very best, everyone else would pale by comparison to my pale
alien big dicked lover.

  So I sit and await his return
 The End

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