Alien Visit
Chapter 2
Although my sexual history clearly shows that I love being a bottom, there was something about this blonde Apollo that pegged my "need-to-breed" scale. I couldn't figure out what had changed. But, I knew that my very stiff dick was hungry for a blonde, muscular butt to seed.
I positioned him on to all-fours and got in behind him. Lube from our previous fuck was still present at the entrance to his back door. I slipped in slowly, taking him slowly. My dick was already sending me urgent signals from when Pieter fucked me. Those signals hadn't receded. I straddled his ass and pushed my hard dick deeper. He moaned with pleasure and impaled himself more.
"I need more fucking," Pieter groaned, "and more sperm!" His hands on my ass gripped firmly as he thrust back against me.
"Be careful," I warned. "You'll make me nutt too quickly. I'm right at the edge."
"Then, go for it. I really need your cum more than I need to get fucked." He bucked beneath me, hungry to get my dick gravy again. Instead of lingering with the all-fours position, he collapsed on to the bed, dragging me down with him. My hard dick followed hungrily. I plowed him harder and deeper, but tried to keep the pace slow.
With his talented ass working hard to get me off, I knew I had little hope to delay my climax. I attempted to edge myself, but Pieter wasn't cooperating. Suddenly, my dick jerked and I knew I'd lost. But, it was an amazing loss with hard squirts of my man juices blasting up his hole and coating the walls of his fuck tunnel. I plowed hard and deep. I needed to impregnate him, despite the obvious fact that a pregnancy with him was impossible.
With my climax over and my dick starting to wilt, I pulled out and flopped on to the bed next to him. He leaned over and kissed me. "That's gotta be the best fuck I've ever had," he sighed.
"Every time you fuck me, I think the same about you. My husband could really fuck, but you're even better," I praised him. "And you're a better kisser, too, even though I thought he was the best." I paused a moment to collect my thoughts. "So, what is it about you," I mused, "that turns me into a top?"
"Well, you still take my big dick better than just about any being I've been with," he diverted. I looked at him and gave him a look that said, `answer the question, homey'. "Okay, so there is something that I haven't told you that I didn't think would apply here, but it evidently does. My species releases sex pheromones that some people find intoxicating and others don't react to. You are one of the species that reacts. I know of some people on other worlds who are so overwhelmed by our pheromones that the females immediately ovulate and then men come very close to spraying their sperm into their pants, just by being near one of us. At least, you aren't in that category."
"But, I did react to you as soon as we shook hands," I observed.
"Yes, you did, but I didn't notice that until we headed to the lanai and I saw your hard, long dick straining against your shorts. Then, I knew that there was a good chance that I'd get to fuck with you. And I desperately wanted to do that from the first day that I observed you with your husband. It was very clear that you loved each other and your varieties of love-making confirmed it each time you swapped sperm. There was something about you, though, that struck a chord I couldn't deny. I knew I wanted you from that moment, but because of our non-contact directive and because you were married to your husband, I had no possibility of that occurring. Obviously, the accident on my craft and the death of your husband changed that."
"Knowing that it isn't your fault that I succumbed to our pheromones, I'm not upset about the result. In fact, I'm glad that you decided to come to me in your hour of need," I smiled and kissed him again. "Do you have to touch someone to get the reaction that you got from me?"
"Again, that depends on the species," he said. "Just being near them can set some people off. And what always amazes me is that the sexes react differently. In some males, they might start to stiffen up a little, but the females within the same species go nuts for me. And in other species, it's the opposite. The females don't really care, but the males want me to fuck them forever."
"Do you think other men will react the same way that I did?" I asked.
"Well, it may be that only gay men would react as you did, or it could be all men," Pieter replied. "And at some point in the next two years, I'll need to buy other clothes and shoes. And I need to experiment with your foods to see how well I tolerate them. I do know from previous observations that the fish and shellfish on your planet are poison to my race."
"Well, they aren't poison to me, but I've never liked the taste. They remind me of how low tide smells on a hot day." Pieter laughed at my characterization. "My friends always tell me that I need to try really fresh fish, but I have tried it right out of the river, lake, and ocean, and I still think they all taste bad."
"So, that's one food we don't have to worry about," Pieter allowed. "Do you have a particular day that you go out and get provisions?"
"I try to go on Wednesday or Thursday," I replied. "The weekends are nuts!"
"I have sensitive hands, so if I touch a particular food, I can tell by how the skin on my hand reacts whether it is safe to consume or not. But, I will need some source of water to wash my hand off before it burns the skin," he suggested.
"We'll take a bottle of water with us," I offered.
"That'll work."
"Uh, I should be working out right now. Care to join me?" I said as I rolled off the bed.
"Sure, but may I suggest that we do it the way we're dressed?"
"You mean undressed," I countered.
"Yes, undressed," he laughed.
We started on my work out routine. Immediately, I noticed that he could handle weights at least 50% higher than mine. He is a bigger man and has big muscles, but I didn't think they were that much bigger than mine. "How is it that you can lift heavier weights?" I wondered aloud.
"Gravity on my home planet is higher than here, so the gravity resistance to weights is less here for me," he pointed out. "Consequently, I can lift heavier weight."
"Does that mean you can run faster, too?"
"Probably," he said. "I'll have to do that to find out, though."
We finished our workout, but not before fucking and felching each other twice. As we headed to the shower, my phone rang. I checked caller ID. It was Jennifer, my lady fuck friend. I told Pieter that I'd wager some serious money that this was a booty call.
Putting her on speaker, I answered, "Hello, Jennifer," I said with a smile.
"Are you available in about an hour? I need some seriously hot sex with you before I get ready to go to dinner with some friend," she said, straight to the point.
I looked at Pieter, and he nodded.
"Sure, I'll see you in an hour," I replied. "I'm looking forward to it." She purred something salacious and hung up.
"I'll need to make myself scarce," Pieter noted. "I could go into the gardens and sit under a tree for a while. You can fetch me after you've finished with her. And we'd better change the sheets and make the bed."
"Why? I always fuck her in another bedroom that has plastic beneath the sheets. Jennifer really squirts when she climaxes," I revealed.
"Still, I need to be out of sight and scent," Pieter replied. "And you'll need to wash thoroughly, especially your face and crotch. And don't forget to brush your teeth, too. My pheromone scents are heaviest around my crotch, face, and neck. If she detects those, even her birth control devices won't stop her from ovulating, and you'd become a father. I doubt that you want that. I'm sure she doesn't."
As he watched, I followed his directions. I wanted to bend over and take his dick up my ass again, but that would defeat the purpose of the shower. After I dried off, Pieter headed out to the backyard and disappeared into the foliage. Ten minutes later, Jennifer arrived. I greeted her at the door without clothing. I was hard as a steel pipe.
"I see that you're pleased to see me," Jennifer cooed. She was wearing a nearly sheer blouse with hot pants that didn't hide much of anything. Her pussy was split by the seam in her shorts. She walked in and I shut the door behind her. She grabbed my dick and pulled me into the bedroom. Immediately shedding her clothes, she pulled me on to the bed. I got between her legs and ate her out. I would have tried for a 69 with her, but I knew from past experience that she doesn't suck dick. She just wants a big dick to split and penetrate her vagina, leaving a big load behind.
I didn't disappoint her. Less than a minute later, I was deep inside her with my dick. She spread her legs and grabbed my ass. I started fucking her and she begged me to go faster. I cooperated and she started to climax. "I'm doing something right," I smirked.
"Oh, yeah," she moaned and wiggled beneath me. "Fuck me!" She repeated her instructions again and again as we mated. More waves of climax crashed over her as she fucked herself on my thick 10" of manhood. At this point, I wasn't riding her, she was riding my dick. She wanted me deep and fast. "I'm cumming again!" she screamed.
Seeing no reason to hold back anymore, I let her ride my dick at a fast pace. My climax was rapidly approaching. I croaked out a warning, but she ignored it and begged for more of my fat dick. Additional climax waves hit her hard. The bed was getting soaked and she didn't care, nor did I. With a roar, I announced my climax. I took over the fucking to gain maximum pleasure for myself. That caused her to climax again and again. Even after my climax slowed, I kept it up. My mind was focused on fucking Pieter, not her.
As was usual for our trysts, I pulled out a minute later and ate my sperm out of his gaping pussy. She groaned and spread her legs wider. "Yes! Eat me!" she insisted. I got into it with my tongue and tasted my sperm. I sucked and licked inside her, trying to liberate as much of my baby gravy as I could reach. My lips tickled her clit and she hit another climax. When I pulled away, she sighed, "That was the best climax I've ever had. What's different?" she mused. I merely shrugged, but I knew it could be residual pheromones from Pieter.
She dressed, kissed me at the door, and left. I quickly moved to the back of the house and called to Pieter. He smiled as he strode toward me. "Did you have a good time?" he smirked.
"Good enough I guess, but she really went wild," I recalled. "I think some of your pheromones are still in the air."
"That's possible, I suppose," he said.
"And speaking of in the air, my legs need to be in the air," I smiled mischievously. "While I was fucking her, all I could think of was your monster dick in my ass, pounding my hole and delivering another huge load of sperm."
"What a good idea!" Pieter smiled.
We retired to the bedroom and fucked and felching like rabbits for the next hour. Later, I finished the laundry; including stripping the bed that Jennifer and I had fucked on.
"What would you like for lunch?" I asked.
"Uh, well, I'm not sure. I've never had human food before," Pieter reminded me. "What do you suggest?"
"Let's go into the kitchen and I'll pull items out of the cupboard and refrigerator to see if you react negatively to anything," I offered. "We'll do it right next to the sink, so you can quickly wash off any bad reactions."
"That should work," he agreed.
We started with salt and pepper. I graduated to wheat flour and was pleased that there was no reaction. I tried some fresh herbs and aromatics like onion, garlic, and shallots, and he still had no issues. Next were the vegetables such as you'd include in a salad. So far, so good. I wondered about proteins, so I started with chicken. Then, we tried beef and pork. All good. Dairy products also passed the test.
"Although you had no reaction to anything, is there anything that didn't taste good to you?" He shook his head to the negative. "Well, let's try a couple of last items. I'm thinking of chicken piccata, some lemon spaghetti, and a salad. Let's try the capers and lemon on your hand." He had a mild reaction to the capers. I rinsed the capers in cold water and tried again. This time, there was no reaction at all. "We're good to go," I smiled.
"I look forward to my first human meal," he grinned. "That is besides male nectar!" he laughed.
I made lunch with the known, safe ingredients. He loved every morsel and asked for seconds. He may need more food than I do, because of his larger, alien body. I'm sure his metabolism isn't at all like mine.
There were no leftovers. Pieter made sure of that. So, I cleaned up the kitchen, stuffed all the plates, bowls, and cooking implements in the dishwasher and turned it on. We adjourned to the outdoor area that had two benches and a spectacular view of Los Angeles. We sat next to each other, holding hands, and sharing the occasional kiss.
"I know I suggested a shopping trip for this afternoon to get you new clothes and shoes, but I think you should take a look at the clothes that Marshawn wore. His taste is probably not the same as yours, but it will tell us something about how big you are for sizing up shirts and pants," I suggested.
"You already know what size I am," he snickered, grabbing his big dick through his board shorts. "But, what you suggest is a good idea. I hope you don't mind me wearing your husband's clothes."
"Not at all. I should have donated them shortly after he passed away," I sighed. "I just never got around to it."
"Well, maybe this will be your chance to donate them," Pieter suggested. "What I don't take, you can put aside to donate next week."
"And don't feel obligated to take any of them. His taste is probably not yours. Besides, they may not fit," I allowed.
Pieter followed me into the master bedroom. In the massive walk-in closet, I steered him toward the side that contained Marshawn's clothes. I pulled out two shirts and asked him to try them on. The shoulders fit nicely, but his arms nearly popped the seams in the sleeves. Even the short-sleeve shirts were too tight. There was no point in trying to button the shirts across his massive chest, if the sleeves didn't fit.
Next, we tried pants. Marshawn had a big, black ass, so I thought the pants might fit. Pieter's ass fit, but his legs were bigger than Marshawn's, so those didn't fit, either. I asked him to try on some of the sweat pants and other trousers that were baggy on Marshawn (which he thought were fashionable). I was pleased that those fit, although they were a little snug. I'm not sure that any pants wouldn't show off his big dick, no matter what size they were. Clearly, he needed underwear of some kind. Briefs would do a better job of keeping his dick corralled than would boxers. Unfortunately, Marshawn only wore boxers. I had asked Marshawn why he did and he told me that boxers gave his dick and balls more room and didn't cramp him. I said that they showed off his dick more than briefs would, but he didn't care.
Remembering that, I asked Pieter what his preference might be for underwear. "Let me try on a pair of boxers from Marshawn in these baggy pants and then a pair of your briefs in the same pants," he suggested. I handed him one of each and he tried them on. As I suspected the boxers only silhouetted his big dick. But, the briefs did a better job of hiding his big dick, although only a little better than the boxers did. "What do you think?" he asked after modeling both.
"What look are you going for?" I responded. "If you are trying to show of your big dick, the boxers are the better choice."
"And if I start to get stiff like I am now?" he smiled at me as he lightly rubbed his dick through the double layer of cloth.
"Uh, well, neither one will hide what you're packin', Pieter," I laughed. "Just try not to stiffen up, assuming that's even possible."
"I'm not sure that I can," Pieter sighed. "I certainly can't around you!"
I grabbed a pad and pen near the phone in the master bedroom and wrote down what fit and what didn't by size. "I'm not sure there are off-the-rack clothes that will fit you," I opined. "We may have to go for a custom fit. So, shall we go shopping?"
"Sure!" he smiled. "And this will let us see what impact I have on other humans, too." Pieter pulled on a pair of briefs and one of the baggy sweat pants from Marshawn's closet. We decided that an open shirt was our only opinion for a top.
"Just remember that if they come on to you that you have to decline them," I warned. "You don't know if they have a germ, bacteria, or virus that could kill you, but to us is perfectly safe. If it gets too crazy, we'll just come back to the house and figure out another way to shop for you. There are personal shoppers for just about everything these days."
We took the Phantom out of the garage. Pieter commented on how quiet and luxurious it is. I had to agree with him. It is quite a car. I pulled into a parking structure and walked a block to the men's shop I had in mind. The sales clerk greeted us after drooling over both of us. With a smile, he asked us how he could help. His eyes were on our crotches. Considering that Pieter was wearing baggy sweats that didn't hide much and I was wearing cargo shorts that didn't do a very good job of hiding my package, either, I could understand the guy's stare. Whether he was gay or straight, men always check each other out.
But, it was clearly obvious that the sales clerk was gay. He gravitated to Pieter immediately, inhaling his pheromones like a mare in heat. I interrupted his reverie by stating, "This gentleman needs a full, new wardrobe. What do you have available in his size?"
"Uh, I doubt that we have any XXL shirts and because he's tall, I'm not sure we have pants, either," he whispered staring at Pieter's crotch. His hand strayed to his own crotch and squeezed it as he added. "Let me check with the owner. He may have some suggestions." He continued to stare at Pieter's cloth encased dick, not moving.
"Uh, the owner?" I reminded him.
"Yeah. Sure," he finally looked at me. "Let me get him." He turned reluctantly and headed to the rear of the store. When he came back, he introduced the owner and then stood next to Pieter. Clearly, he wanted to stroke Pieter's dick, but his boss was right in front of him.
"I'm afraid he's right," the owner said. "As a small store, we can't carry rare sizes due to space considerations. I'm very sorry."
"And where would you suggest that we go?" I pressed.
"I think that the Big and Tall store in the mall would be your best bet," he suggested. "And, you might try the big retailers like Nordstrom. They're also located in the mall."
I watched the owner closely. His reaction was neutral to Pieter, unlike his clerk, who was salivating and could hardly catch his breath. Pieter's pheromones were hitting him harder than they'd hit me. I had to wonder why that was.
We left the store and retrieved the Phantom. "Did you notice that the owner had no reaction to your pheromones, but the clerk did?" I asked Pieter.
"Yeah, but I don't know why the young man had such a strong reaction to me," Pieter admitted.
"Perhaps, he likes big men like you with big dicks. And you'd more than fit his standard for hot men," I suggested.
Pieter shrugged. "I suppose anything is possible. But, I did notice that the owner was immune to my scent. I think we can conclude that I only impact women and gay men on this planet."
"I agree," I replied. In another parking structure a few miles away, we left the car and entered an enormous shopping mall. Pieter was agog at how vast it was and that it contained so many stores and products. "Let's hit the big department stores first and see if they have what you want." Pieter agreed and I led the way after consulting the mall directory.
In one of the department stores, we entered the men's section and checked out the shirts on several of the circular racks. Looking at the selection of XXL, we found several that Pieter liked. He wanted to try them on. I pointed to a fitting room, but the door was locked. I snagged a clerk and got the key, knowing that if Pieter got the key, the clerk (a female) might jump his bones.
I followed him into the fitting room. He pulled off his shirt and put on the first new one. Again, the shoulders were good, but the arms were too snug. He tried the second one and had the same result. Back to the racks, we pulled a couple of pairs of pants off and he tried them on. I nearly attacked him when his big dick started to grow in his borrowed briefs. Before he pulled on the first pair of pants, I stuck my nose between his leg and his cloth-covered ball sack. The heady aroma of his pheromones left me dizzy and stiff of dick. I knew this was a bad idea when I thought of it, but I couldn't help myself.
Pieter smiled and pushed me away. "There'll be time for that later," he smiled down at me. On my knees, I tried to suck the head of his hard dick through his briefs, but he pushed me away again and turned around. He grabbed the pants and started to put them on. I couldn't help myself. I stuffed my face into his ass, inhaling more of his pheromones. "Stop it, you pig!" he whispered. "We'll get thrown out of here." I didn't want to stop, but I knew he was right. "Perhaps, it would be better if you waited outside and I can model them for you after I put them on," he suggested, pushing me out of the fitting room. Reluctantly, I complied.
I waited for a minute before I asked him how he was doing. "Do you need help?" I leered.
"I'm doing fine," he replied from behind the door, "but, the first pants are too tight in the leg and ass. I'm trying on the second one now." There was silence for a moment. "Nope," he sighed. "If I try any harder to get them on, I'll shred them."
A couple of minutes later, he exited the fitting room. We hung up the pants and shirts that were rejected and tried another department store. The same results disappointed us.
"How about the Big and Tall store that the guy suggested?" Pieter said.
"Sure. We can't do any worse than we already have," I sighed.
In the new store, I said to the male clerk, "We've had no success in finding casual clothing for this guy," I indicated pointing to Pieter. "His physique is not known to mass retailers," I added.
"Let's see what we can do for him," the clerk smiled. "Shirts and slacks or did you want shorts for summer and warm weather?"
I glanced at Pieter. "Let's start with warm weather wear and see what you can do for me," he decided.
The clerk looked Pieter over again. "I assume that a XXL would fit you through the shoulders, but the chest and probably the arms are too tight?" Pieter nodded. "We have a lot of body builders who come in here, so I think we just might have what you want. And pants will be the same problem for you, right. They bag at the waist and are too tight in the legs?" Again, Pieter nodded. "This way, then, he smiled. I'll bet we have just what you need."
The clerk showed no sexual interest in either of us, although I did see him glance at our crotches a couple of times. Straight men always want to compare, whether they admit it or not. "From this rack," he said indicating another circular rack of shirts, "what shirt design do you like?"
Pieter selected three and pulled them out to see if he liked the full view. "I'd like to try these on," he said. With the clerk giving him directions to the fitting room, Pieter disappeared for a few seconds. "Hey, this is good. I don't feel like a sausage!"
The clerk and I smiled and nodded. "Come out and model for us," I urged.
Pieter walked out of the changing room and smiled. He'd buttoned up the shirt so that it fit very nicely through the shoulders and chest. Even his arms weren't straining the seams of the sleeves. However, around the waist the shirt was very baggy. "If you don't want the shirt to bag like that, we can take it in to where you feel comfortable with it. However, we don't want to take it too much or you'll look like a sausage," he clerk offered. "The choice, of course, is yours."
"Do you have opinion, B. J.?" Pieter asked me.
"Move around it in, see if you think you swim in it, or is it just a relaxed fit," I deflected. Pieter walked around the store, smiling all the while.
"I really like this shirt," he finally said. "I'd like to see how the others feel."
"All three shirts are made by the same company, so they should all fit the same," the clerk revealed. "However, you should still try on all three." Pieter did and loved all of them. Two of them had colorful patterns on them. The third one was a solid blue, which I thought matched his beautiful blue eyes spectacularly. "Now, you need some pants," the clerk reminded us. "Did you want only walking shorts, board shorts like most young men wear now, or dress slacks?"
"Let's try all three," I suggested. "Do you have any Levi brand 501's?"
"We don't," he clerk said apologetically. "For that, you'll need to go to a Levi store. But, I'll warn you now. They generally only carry the popular sizes in the stores. To get the real size you need, you'll need to go on-line and order them. They do make them for tall men with muscles," he smiled.
Dutifully, Pieter tried on all three types of pants, about a dozen in all. As they weren't all made by the same company, about half of them didn't fit. The clerk said that the pants that didn't fit didn't lend themselves to alterations. But, that did leave us with three walking shorts, two board shorts that fit him more discretely than the ones he wore when we met, and two dress slacks. But, the dress slacks did have to be altered for length and cuffs.
"Would you like to look at dress shirts that will go with the slacks?" the clerk asked. I nodded and Pieter agreed. The shirts he chose would have to be altered, because of an excess of material around the waist. "How about a jacket to go with this?" the clerk persisted.
"Do you have anything that would fit him?" I wondered aloud.
"I think we might," the clerk smiled and led us over to another section that was suits and sport coats. "Try this one on," he suggested. Pieter tried it on, but it was much too snug in the shoulders and arms and had enough material at the waist that both of us could have fit in it. "Okay, that didn't work," clerk smiled. "Let's try a different clothier." From another rack, he fumbled through several jackets before he found the one he liked. "Try this one," he said, handing it to Pieter.
It fit, but I didn't like the color. Pieter pulled a face that said he didn't like it either. "I don't like it, even though it fits. Besides, I don't think it matches any of the dress slacks that I've chosen," he added. "Do you have something from the same company, but in a different color and maybe a different fabric? This one feels too heavy for this climate."
"Good point," the clerk agreed. "Now, let me see. Same company, but lighter material that matches the slacks you've selected," he said to himself. He held up the slacks against several jackets, but rejected the jackets for reasons known only to him. "Ah, here we are. I think this should be exactly what you want." He handed two sport coats to Pieter who shrugged them on.
"Yeah, that's more like it," Pieter beamed. "This one feels much better. What do you think, B.J.?"
"The color's good. And the fit is just right. How does it feel?" I agreed.
"I like it," Pieter responded. "Let's try the other one." The clerk handed the other jacket to Pieter and he tried it on. "Yeah, this is good, too!" He modeled it in front of the mirror. "But, I can't decide which one I like better."
"Then, get both!" I laughed. "You're worth it."
"You don't mind?"
"Not at all. You'll look so good," I assured him.
"How about some underwear and maybe a tie or two to go with the jacket and slacks and shirts?" the clerk urged.
"Yes, briefs, please," Pieter said. "Will any of them fit my big ass?"
The clerk laughed. "Of course, they will. You're about a 34 waist, I think. He picked up a couple of packages. "If these don't fit, just bring them back. They are especially designed for a man who has a body builder's butt and legs. There are four in each package. Now, you'll need socks for the dressing up part and something like athletic socks for other occasions," he smiled. "Now, we have shoes, but I doubt that we would have your size. Allow me to suggest a couple of shoemakers nearby who are very good at a custom fit for big men. And I suggest Nike for athletic shoes. They specialize in sizes for big men like you." I nodded as I knew that Marshawn got his basketballs shoes from them. He had size 14 shoes, while I wore size 13. They always fit well.
We selected three ties and four pairs of dress socks to complete Pieter's ensemble. The clerk had to love us. The total bill was well over $1,000.
On our way back to the Phantom, Pieter asked, "Are you sure that you want to spend on that money on me? I don't really have any way to pay you back."
"Yes, you do," I smiled and patted his cloth-encased dick. "And I plan on collecting!"
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