Alien Visit
Chapter 11
Lest you think that all Pieter and I do is fuck all day and half the night (with breaks for me to go to the office), we work out in our home gym and watch some television. We also host dinners and parties. But, the most fun is fucking, of course. And that included our time working out in the home gym. Pieter is very inventive. He could always find a way for his tongue or dick to find an orifice to tease no matter what position or exercise I was attempting. And I didn't dissuade him from taking advantage of me at every opportunity. I reciprocated in kind when it was his turn to take on the weights or machines.
So, back to the narrative.
The broker for the Malibu house called that evening with a begrudging acceptance of the offer from Mr. Connor. I relayed the news to a delighted buyer. The broker suggested a quick closing, to which Mr. Connor readily agreed. "If I need to, I'll leave my old property vacant if the Malibu house closes before the old place does," he gleefully added. "I want that ex-wife of mine out of my life and my old house. She got a few pennies from me in the divorce settlement. And," he laughed, "a court order to stay away from me and any property I may own."
"What about her clothing and jewelry?" I wondered.
"Already picked up by the moving company of her choice," he smiled. "And I supervised it. She had a list of items that she wanted. She didn't try to take anything that wasn't hers. I'm done with that bitch!"
I nodded knowingly, not having a clue what he'd been through. But, I did wonder if he'd learned his lesson with this bimbo. Probably not, I decided with a sigh. His type never did. It was all about the tits and ass and the vacant brain case. And he was always surprised when next wife turned into a harridan. I suppose the same could be said of gay men, looking for the perfect man. And when you found him, he had a hidden agenda that made you crazy, even though he was great in bed. Otherwise, you had nothing in common outside the bedroom. I'd not had that problem, but I knew of a number of my gay friends who'd suffered through it. Of course, they always swore off dating or hooking up for the rest of their lives, but that only lasted until they got horny again: usually less than a week.
In the following weeks, the Connor home closed, the Malibu home closed, and there was a buyer for the old Montgomery home. Joan worked her magic with the title and escrow companies, getting all the closings done within two weeks of the sale date. My fat bank account was nearly overflowing now. It was time to check out that chateau in France, I decided. After Pieter readily agreed, I left a message with the owner of the chateau to discuss a good time for us to view the property.
Meanwhile, the first night after the Montgomery family moved into their new home in our neighborhood, David and Devon called. "We'd love to have you and your boyfriend fuck us to death while Dad's gone to his poker game on Friday evening. Is that evening convenient for you?" they nearly begged. We had nothing firm on our social calendar, so we agreed. Pieter added that we'd show them our test results if they showed us theirs. They readily accepted the condition.
I reminded Pieter who they were and a general description of how good they were as sexual partners and how well hung and eager they seemed. Pieter pressed me for more information, but I wasn't able to add much to what I'd already said. After all, my brief encounter with Devon and David only demonstrated one dimension of their sexual proclivities.
Before the appointed hour, Pieter and I showered and cleaned out, knowing the twins would want to mount and breed us. However, we were unable to contain our sexual needs and bred each other only minutes before they were due to arrive.
"From your description of them, I have to assume that they fuck each other all the time. So, they'll be eager to ride our dicks, too?" he wondered. I nodded, confirming his summation of their sexual activities. "Do you know if they've fucked with other men?"
"That I don't know," I allowed. "But, I got the feeling that I'm not the first man they've been with outside of doing each other."
"So you don't know their status?" Pieter inquired.
"It wasn't proved, but they assured me that they never fucked without protection, except with each other," I replied. "But, they'll have to prove it tonight, or we'll all be wearing raincoats when fucking or getting fucked."
Pieter nodded and dropped the matter. "I think we should take charge when they get here. How about we greet them without clothes, but with hard dicks?" he grinned. I loved the idea. I wanted to tap and breed both young butts before they mounted and bred me. If they were like normal teenagers, they'd be ready to perform within minutes of their last climax.
With Pieter's monster dick waving at the door, I stood beside him awaiting their arrival. We gently stroked each other, but didn't get too close to a climax. That's not to say that both of us weren't leaking precum. We were, in gallons.
I was about to back on to his pink butt ripper when the doorbell rang. As close as I was to a climax, I feared that I'd nutt before we got them into the bedroom. The amount of precum Pieter was leaking, told me that he was in the same predicament.
Pieter opened the door and stepped aside, revealing my hard, leaking dick, too. They stood on the threshold with mouths agape. I made instant introductions, guessing at which of the twins David was and which Devon was. I thought I got the names right and was rewarded with a big grin from both of them. In a flash, they were on their knees, vacuuming up our hard dicks. I reached over them and shut the door.
Their oral skills were excellent. Pieter mentioned that right away. I merely nodded and enjoyed the sexual peak I was climbing. I didn't want to nutt in Devon's mouth, so I pulled him off and pushed him toward the bedroom. Pieter and David were right behind us.
In the master bedroom, we quickly exchanged test results and then got down to business. Devon immediately moved on to his back and pulled his knees into his chest. He smiled up at me and said, "I need your big, black dick deep in my ass more than you could possibly know." Devon had fucked and bred me at their new house when they were viewing it earlier in the month. I assumed that he thought it was appropriate that I return the favor with him.
But, before I sank my hard dick into his eager manhole, I had to taste his ass. I hadn't been able to do that when we'd had our quickie session a few weeks ago. Pushing harder on the back of his knees, I caused his ass to rise off the mattress. Without preliminaries, my tongue darted into his winking hole and tasted his black ass. Instantly, I knew that his brother had recently bred him. The taste of fresh jizz is unmistakable. "David bred you recently, didn't he?" I smiled.
"Yeah, Dad left an hour before we came over and we couldn't hold back," Devon admitted. "Besides, we wanted to be well lubed up for your massive dicks."
"I'm not complaining," I assured him. "I love a well fucked and filled manhole." I glanced over at David and Pieter. They were negotiating who would get fucked first.
"I'll nutt immediately, if you fuck me. You're so big that I won't be able to hold back," David averred. "Is that a problem?"
Pieter smiled and instantly flipped on to his back and grabbed David by the youngster's big, black dick. "Put it right in here, Baby, and breed me like B. J. does."
"I'd have to have a bigger dick to do that, but I'll sure try," David beamed down at him. "I must apologize for the super quick nutt I'm about to shoot up your ass," he added as he started to push his black dick into Pieter. Pieter sighed with pleasure. Although David isn't as big as I am, Pieter still enjoys a big dick up his butt. And David's 9" would satisfy any manhole, even Pieter's.
True to his word, David sprayed his load deep inside Pieter in fewer than 20 seconds from point of entry. David bellowed out his climax and smashed hard into Pieter's willing butt repeatedly, thrashing atop Pieter, nearly out of control.
My climax followed, breeding Devon's sweet, black hole within another two minutes. Never passing up a chance to eat out a freshly fucked and bred ass, I immediately pushed my tongue up Devon's manhole and ate out as much of my load as I could reach with my oral digit. Devon squealed with delight as I felched his hungry hole.
"I'm gonna nutt with you eating me out like that," Devon warned. I moved up his body and sat on his dick. There was enough cum in my ass from what Pieter had shot into me earlier in the evening to act as nature's lube. My ass was used to Pieter's big dick, so there was little resistance to taking in David's thick 9". And he wasn't kidding about being near his climax. With my fingers working his erect nipples, I rode his male organ for only seconds before I felt his dick fire his creamy load deep inside me.
Pieter hadn't wasted any time, either. Precious moments after Devon shot his load up Pieter's alien ass, Pieter lifted Devon's legs on his Pieter's broad shoulders and pounded the youngster's black hole, arriving quickly at his own climax. With a strangled cry, Pieter jetted his sweet man-cream into Devon's ass and pounded it as deep as his massive dick could reach.
With everyone sated, we caught our collective breaths and told them about our young neighbor that lived behind us and his friend. The twins were instantly interested. Having someone their own age clearly showed their peaked interest. After all, we were at least ten years older, practically another generation to them. Well, I was, anyway. Who know how old Pieter really was?
Pieter and I were ready to fuck again within another 20 minutes, but the twins weren't. However, after we slipped out big dicks up their butts, they rose to the occasion and were able to pump out another load each. We offered to add a third load, mounting the other twin, but they declined. Evidently, we were too much for them. More probably, they'd never experienced our dick size before, certainly not up their young butts.
After we sent them home, Pieter pulled me back into the bedroom. "I haven't been completely honest with you about how I've been spending my days recently," he began. I frowned. "It's nothing bad, I assure you," he smiled. "In fact, I think you'll be pretty pleased with what I've accomplished." He rolled out of bed and pulled one of his alien devices out of the back of a side table drawer. "With this," he held up the device, "I've created a cure for AIDS!"
"Are you shitting me?" I exploded. "How did you do that? Have you been able to test it?"
"I'm sure you remember Claude, the hot bartender that we brought home?" he asked. I nodded because I recalled him very clearly, especially his insatiable ass. "Because he was so hungry to get fucked bareback by both of us as often as we could get it up, I thought that he might be positive. So, when I reached into the side table to grab some lube to fuck him again, I spit some of his cum that I'd gathered in my mouth on to this device," he indicated, waving it in my direction. "I analyzed it and found that my suspicion was correct. Then, I set the device to find a way to eradicate the virus, without hurting the patient. I had the complete solution in about a month."
"Complete solution?"
"I hadn't been as clear as I should have been when I asked for a cure," he signed. "So, it took several iterations before I covered all the bases."
"So, why have you waited so long to tell me about this?" I asked.
"The final solution presented itself only two days ago. I wanted to be sure that it wouldn't compromise any negative men. And I wondered if the solution would be transmissible to and by a negative person. And I wondered if the cure could be given by fucking, blowing a load down his throat, licking up precum, or by felching. As it turns out, all of those dick discharges work. And I insisted that there could be NO side effects! That took an extra week of computing."
"And how long after the man's been exposed does the cure take hold?" I wondered. "And can he then cure anyone he fucks after he's taken it up the ass?"
Pieter nodded and smiled. "Yes. Once the antigens have been created by the body, the virus can no longer successfully attack the person."
"How did you manage to do this?" I pressed.
"Without getting into the methodology, the solution was picobots telling the body what to manufacture to eradicate the virus."
"Picobots? What's that?" I asked.
"You've heard of nanobots, right?" I nodded. "They are, in one of your measuring systems, 10 to the minus 9th meters (a billionth of a meter). So, a picobot would be 10 to the minus 12th meters (a trillionth of a meter). That means these little machines are 1000 times smaller than a nanobot and could only be seen with an electron microscope. However, they are very powerful and their mission is easy to program. And before you ask, they multiply as fast and as many as is necessary to cure the person and then they deactivate and are absorbed back into the body. If only a few are transmitted during sex, they are capable of manufacturing more of themselves until the correct number is reached. At that point an adequate number is retained for subsequent transmissions to other humans and to fight off any new infections of the virus. I added that as a safeguard in case the antigens aren't adequate to defeat any re-infections."
"Are you sure this will work?" I wondered.
"All the simulations that I ran show that this has a 99.999% chance of success."
"What about my other question? How quickly will the cure happen after exposure?"
"That depends on each person's physiology, but on average, I'd say that the cure will be complete within 12 hours. The smaller, lighter men will cure faster than the bigger men. And the viral load also could delay the cure by a few hours."
"Side effects? Fever, rash, exhaustion, digestive distress?"
"None have been suggested in the final analysis."
"Amazing!" I marveled. "When and how do we test it in the real world?" I asked.
"Well, I've been thinking that we need to spread this cure more broadly than our neighbors and the occasional bartender or server. What would you think about hitting that place called The Backroom to get the cure more deeply into the community?"
"That place is notorious for all kinds of action," I laughed. "Are you sure you want to go there?"
"I thought about going to the baths, but there is a lot of safe sex practiced there, and I wanted a venue that was known for its wanton disregard for safe protocols."
"It isn't a very broad clientele," I suggested.
"But, they are cavalier enough about sex that I'm sure that's not the only venue where they get it on with other men."
"You sure have the right idea," I agreed, "but I think we owe it to Claude to give him the first chance at a cure."
"I agree," Pieter smiled. "So, how about tonight?"
"Tonight?" I blurted out. "It's awfully late. It isn't like we need to have dinner this late."
"Claude is a bartender. We could get a late drink with him and then drag him home and fix him up with the cure."
"And if he has other plans for later in the evening?" I challenged.
"We convince him to join us in the men's room during his break," Pieter smirked. "I'm sure our pheromones and his hot memory of our big dicks in his ass will convince him to make some time for us."
I checked the bedside clock, again. "It's just after midnight," I observed. "Let's shower up and get dressed in our best `let's fuck' drag and head out to find Claude."
At the restaurant, we headed to the bar. Claude was serving a few patrons, but was also preparing drinks for late diners. He greeted us with a big smile and leaned in to take our orders. I didn't want anything heavy, so I asked for white wine. Pieter ordered the same. When our drinks were delivered, I asked him if he'd like to come home with us for an encore of our last performance.
"I'd love to, but I've already agreed with some friends to go out late with them. Sorry," he added.
"Do you have another break coming up?" Pieter asked.
"Yeah, in about 10 minutes. Why?"
Pieter leaned in closely to Claude and whispered in his ear, "If we can't have you tonight, we're willing to take you into the men's room and remind you of the good times you had with us." Pieter held his position, so he could hear Claude's response. But, I knew that more likely, he wanted Claude to get a heavy dose of Pieter's pheromones.
"You won't regret it," I added after I leaned in and made sure that Claude got a big dose of my sexual pheromones, too.
Claude's eyes closed as he languidly inhaled our sexual essences. "I have only 10 minutes, but I want both of you to breed me."
"We can be quick," Pieter assured him. And we were. Claude wanted my big black dick first, in case there wasn't enough time to do both of us. It wasn't a problem. I shot off deep in his ass within the first two minutes. Pieter mounted and bred him three minutes later.
With our mission accomplished, I had to ask Claude if he ever topped, because he'd never even attempted to fuck us. "Oh, yeah," he smiled. "I fuck guys most of the time. They seem to like worshipping my body as I pound a load up their butts. However, I only fuck guys who, uh, don't mind being barebacked. Otherwise, I'll use a condom."
"And tonight with your friends?" I wondered.
"Probably a little of both. But tomorrow night is the night we're really gonna cut loose and hit the tubs," he smiled innocently.
"Tubs?" Pieter wondered.
"The baths," Claude and I said in unison.
"Oh. Well, I'm sure you'll have a good time, then," Pieter said.
"I'd like to take some time and eat our loads out of your ass," I suggested, "but, I see that your break time is over."
"I'm sure my friends this evening will be grateful that I'll be arriving preloaded," he laughed.
We left him at the bar and headed home. When we got there, Pieter said, "I think we should hit The Backroom tonight."
I checked my watch again. It wasn't yet 1:00 p.m. "We need to wash off our dicks first and then we can go. But, the place is gonna be closing within 45 minutes of our arrival, and that's only if we shower quickly and hit all the lights."
"Let's just wash our dicks and head out. A shower would take too long," Pieter advised. I agreed. Consequently, we arrived at The Backroom with nearly an hour to spare. There was a one-drink minimum before we were allowed into the true backroom. That notorious room was about 40 feet from the front door and was cordoned off by a heavy, black curtain. Inside, a giant of a man greeted us.
"I haven't seen you in here before, so I'll tell you what the ground rules are," he began. He had to be 6'7" tall and had a muscular build that suggested that he weighed on the high side of 260 pounds. He wore a leather vest and nylon shorts that didn't hide his big dick or his round, bubble butt. He was a handsome white man with a winning smile, but you knew that if you crossed him, they'd scrape you up with a squeegee. "All sexual conduct is allowed," he continued. "You can turn anyone down and they can turn you down. Be polite and accept rejection. Others will do the same. Condoms are in the bowls on the tables," he indicated pointing to a ceramic bowl placed on each table. "Use them or not use them. The choice is yours. Enjoy yourselves, gentlemen."
"I already see someone I'd love to play with," I smiled winningly at him. "Are you available?"
"As the gatekeeper, I'm not allowed to fraternize. It's part of my contract?" he sighed.
"And how specific is that contract?" Pieter wondered.
"Uh, well, it forbids sexual contact like fucking and sucking, both giving and receiving," he shrugged. "That pretty much stops the good stuff."
"How about ass eating, felching, or nipple licking?" Pieter parsed.
"Good question," the gatekeeper replied. "I recall nothing stated about that."
"So, you wouldn't mind if I ate your ass out?" I hoped.
"And you could eat my hole out while B.J. rims you," Pieter suggested. "And you'll get the added benefit of eating some sweet loads that B.J. sprayed up my ass."
"How could I possibly turn down such a proposal?" the gatekeeper grinned.
I quickly got behind him and spread his big, muscular butt cheeks with my hands. My face immediately moved between them. With my tongue drilling deeply, his moans of pleasure rattled around the room. Bent over, his face was already working on eating out Pieter's butt. Two men joined us in our three-way: one of them sucked on my dick, while the second one sucked on Pieter's hard dick. A minute later, my cocksucker had moved his mouth out of the way and backed up on to my leaking dick. The second man followed his lead and backed up on to Pieter's hard dick. This was the first five-way I'd ever encountered and I loved it. From the moans of the others, I know they agreed.
"Oh, fuck! I'm gonna cum," Pieter groaned. That was all the catalyst I needed. With my face smothered in the gatekeeper's ass, I cried out my muffled climax as my hips pounded the eager ass of my benefactor. Pieter wasn't so quiet. He bellowed like a bull in heat. Both of the men we were breeding cried out in discomfort and pleasure. They probably hadn't had a big dick loading up their butts like ours were.
We disconnected and the gatekeeper rose. "That's gotta be the hottest sexual group I've ever participated in. I wish I'd been able to participate more fully."
"So, what time do you leave?" Pieter asked blatantly.
"We could show you a really good time without distractions," I promised.
"The bar closes at two a.m., so I leave right after that. The staff does all the cleaning and mopping up," he clarified.
I checked my watch. "I think we can wait another 30 minutes," I grinned. "Do you have transportation? Or you can leave your vehicle here."
"I wouldn't dare leave my car here," he bristled. "However," he smiled, "I could follow you to your place. Mine is much too small for three big men to get it on and my bed is WAY too small to even think about entertaining there."
"B.J. can drive our car, and I'll follow with you in your car," Pieter stated with finality.
"Meanwhile," I smirked, "we'll check out the rest of the players."
"You still have enough jizz to entertain them and me?"
"Oh, yeah," Pieter assured him. "We have great recovery. I know we'll have enough to service you more than once each."
"Uh, this may be indelicate of me, but I'm assuming that both of you are versatile. After all, you did state that you had jizz in your ass from getting bred earlier," he asked.
"You can be assured of that," I told him. "How about you?"
"My size dictates that I'm always a top, but that's not my preference. If the guy is hot enough and his dick is big enough, I can be one of the most insatiable bottoms you've ever met."
"We'll be sure to test that," Pieter smiled at him with a pat on the giant's ass.
"Before we get too far afield, I have to ask if you have recent tests and that you're negative. I hate condoms, but I'll use them with positive guys," the gatekeeper sighed.
"We have current tests and we are negative," Pieter assured him. "How about you?"
"I'm also negative and I always have a recent test result in my apartment and in my car. We'll swap results are your place," the giant asserted.
"Do you have plans for early tomorrow?" I wondered.
"It's already early tomorrow, but I get your meaning. No, I don't have to be anywhere early Saturday," he said.
"Good, because I plan on several turns at the wheel," Pieter smiled evilly.
"You'll have to take it easy on me, though," he said. "As much as I love big dicks, I seldom get fucked for all the reasons already stated. And finding a big one to satisfy this ass is even more rare."
"I'm sure we can accommodate your needs," I promised.
"Do you get propositioned like this often?" Pieter wondered.
"Nearly every night that I'm here," he smiled.
"And you take them on?" I pressed.
"Oh, yeah. I have the choice of the men who come through here, so I can be picky. But, rarely do I find big ones like you men. And I don't mean tall, either."
Pieter and I quickly were swarmed by four more men who wanted to take rides on our dicks. Two of them wanted it deep and complete, but the other two wanted only to suck us off. We fulfilled their desires. With only moments to spare, we finished with them and left the bar with the giant in tow. Before we left, we found out that his name is Steve.
Because the hour was late, the traffic was very light. We arrived home in record time. Steve remarked on our opulent lifestyle, specifically the house and magnificent car. We told him what we did for a living, lying about Pieter's vocation, of course.
In the shower, we discovered that Steve's manhood matched his stature. He was hung like a stallion. His dick had a huge head at the tip of a super thick, straight shaft. "Do your bedmates have any inkling about what they're about to get from you?" I asked.
"Most of them don't," Steve replied. "But, they can tell that I'm well hung by just the way my shorts fill out."
"And they're still able to take you?" Pieter pressed.
"Yep, well at least most of them do. A few have to resort to sucking me off. I'm happy as long as I can get off."
After an exchange of test results, we tumbled into our California King bed. "As our guest, you get to decide what we'll do first," Pieter suggested.
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