This story involves sex between male aliens and a male human minor. If, for any reason, your legal guardian/Significant Other/the law says you shouldn't be reading such things, then it's best for you to leave now (and if you're one of those prudes who objects to gay sex in any form, then one wonders why you're here at this site in the first place).
This story is completely fictional, and, as with any such work of fiction, any resemblance to any place, event, or person (living or dead) is purely coincidental.
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~Mark
"Hey, guys," my Dad said, poking his head into the family room, where Mike and I were hanging out.
"Yeah, Dad?"
"You're not going to believe this, but..."
"What? What? C'mon Dad, don't just trail off like that! You know how much that bugs me!" Mike cried out.
Dad laughed. "Sorry. Just not sure I quite believe it myself. But anyway, the Charal just sent over an invitation. They're throwing a celebration for those responsible for dealing with the Y'Kor'Tiz'aaaa invasion, and Mark's invited. The rest of us are, too, but Mark's the main attraction for this family."
"What?! We are?!"
"Yes, you are. Seems Mark's quite the hero over there."
I couldn't see what for. It's not like I did all that much. But hey, if they were fixated on the idea of having a party and inviting me along, who was I to argue?
"It'll be tomorrow night," Dad said, and we nodded.
The next night, we headed over to where the party was beign held. When we arrived, we were met by Rilz, who took us to where my family would be seated before taking me up to a raised area for the formal dinner part of the celebration.
"It's nice to see you two finally dressed," Rilz said quietly to Mike and me.
We smiled politely, while I tugged at the collar of my shirt. I was uncomfortable getting dressed up. I wanted to be in the kind of clothes I wore to the 'act'; but then, I recalled that it was because I'd had to remove those clothes in front of a whole lot of people early on, and didn't feel quite so bad.
I was next to a Charal I vaguely recognized, who was on my right. We greeted each other. The chair on my left was empty. I wondered who it was who would be sitting there. I didn't have long to wait to find out - it was Kriz.
Kriz grinned, and leaned over. Whispering, he said, "Gee, think this seating arrangement was a coincident?"
"One does have to wonder," I whispered back.
We were near the left end of the single long table on the raised area. In the middle was a podium, unused for the moment. It was an idea the Charal had borrowed from us. They'd seen the setup years before, and had been so facinated by the idea that they arranged to use the same setup themselves.
We were served an interesting dinner, mostly of meats and a type of bread that reminded me of sourdough. There wasn't much in the way of vegetables - guess they didn't eat vegetation as much, being descended from carnivores.
"I hear the Kokoni are sending an ambassador here," Kriz said.
"Kokoni? Sounds familiar," I said, taking a bite of some meat I presumed was from a bird, judging from the part of a hollow bone was in the meat still on the plate.
"Humanoids, from Sector 547," Kriz said. "I hear a delegation is coming here because they are interested in learning more about our cohabitation arrangements on Dryser. "I understand they were particularly interested in how we dealt with the Y'Kor'Tiz'aaaa."
"Well, we all know I dealt the Y'Kor'Tiz'aaaa their crushing defeat single-handedly," I said, grinning.
Kriz snorted and rolled his eyes.
"When will they arrive?" I asked.
"Next week, I hear. Some sort of reception's being planned for them, so don't be surprised if you hear of any of you humans receiving an invitation."
After the meal, several speakers were lined up. The first was one of the government leaders, who got up and started giving a speach. Now, I've never been much for speaches, so my mind started wandering. It went on through the second speaker as well. Suddenly I felt something caressing my leg. Trying not to attract attention to myself, I glanced down to see what it was. It was the end of something long and flexible. My eyes traced it back, only to have me realize what it was. It was the end of Kriz's tail!
His tail started going up my pant leg and stroking my calf. My cock was suddenly hard! What was he doing?! Didn't he realize the effect his tail was having on me?
"Kriz!" I hissed. "What are you doing?! Stop that!" For while I'd heard that the tails of Earth house cats seemed to have a mind of their own, I refused to believe that what was happening was some involuntary habit on Kriz's part. He knew what he was doing!
He glanced over at me, a smile forming as he attempted to maintain an innocent look on his face. Yep, he was definately doing that on purpose. I shuffled in my seat. My right hand was under the table, and I used it to point at the tent forming in my pants while my eyes darted downward in an effort to draw his attention that way. He did glance downward, and his smile got even bigger when he saw what I was gesturing at. Unfortnately, it didn't get him to stop. If anything, his tail picked up the pace, going further up my pant leg. I'd never realized before that a Charal's tail was that flexible.
"Kriz, please, stop that!" I hissed again.
The Charal on my right glanced quizzically at us for a moment before turning his attention back onto the speaker.
Kriz leaned over. "Oh, but Mark, we're both enjoying it so much. Why stop now?" he asked in a whisper just loud enough for me to hear.
"Because this is the last place I want to be horny right now!" I hissed back. "Can't you at least wait until we're not in front of everyone?"
"But I'm bored," Kriz said. "What better way to pass the time than have fun with my boyfriend?"
"You're impossible."
I shifted again, trying to hide from everyone else that I was both aroused and flustered at the same time. I glanced down at my parents and Mike. My parents didn't seem to notice what was happening, but Mike had been gazing our way for several seconds, and he had what I thought was a smirk on his face. Did he realize what was happening? I was grateful for the fact that the Charal table/podium setup was similar enough to ours that it included a sort of drapery that was in front of the tables. But then, seeing as how Kriz probably wouldn't be shoving his tail up my pants if it wasn't there, I wasn't so sure.
Several others spoke as well, and medals were handed out. When my name was called, I shifted my pants as I got up in order to hide the bulge in them. After the ceremony, my parents, Mike, and I went over to Kriz's house. Kriz kept grinning at me until we managed to make excuses to go to his room alone.
"Blast you, you horny beast!" I told him when the door was closed. "Did you have to do that?"
"Do what?"
"You know what I mean!"
"Do I?" Kriz asked, his face the picture of innocence, save for the grin..
"Yes, you do! You flirted with me using your tail during dinner! I didn't know you could do that!"
"Oh, I'm full of surprises. And come on, you know you enjoyed it!"
"Not in front of everyone! What if I had come in my pants?"
"But you didn't," he said, taking me into his arms. "Besides, we're alone now. What do you say we have a little real fun?"
I just couldn't argue with him when he was like that, and he knew it. We were out of our clothes and on his bed in record time. He was on me, kissing me all over my body. I shuddered when his lips made contact with my cock and balls. Then, getting on me, he entered me. His thrusts were gentle the first few times, but quickly picked up pace. The whole bed was soon rocking back and forth with his thrusting. He was bracing his feet against the footboard of the bed as a pushoff to bury himself into me deeper.
I started running my arms and legs along his body, enjoying being with him. It felt so good to have a big furry guy on me. I'd wondered what it might be like to have sex with a human guy, but was sure it wouldn't feel the same. Humans weren't covered by fur, and it was Kriz's fur rubbing against me that made sex with him feel great.
He started kissing me along my neck and shoulders. Then he suddenly bit me on my shoulder; not hard, but it would leave a mark for a while. I hoped my parents wouldn't notice. His purring soon got louder, which I'd learned by now signaled his iminent ejaculation. My prediction was confirmed by my innards expanding to take the Charal semen.
I was still horny, and wondered what he was going to do to relieve me. I didn't have to wait long. He pulled out of me, and rose up onto his hands and knees. I glanced down between his legs to see his tail snaking between them. It started stroking my cock, and brushing my balls.
"Oh, Kriz!" I gasped out.
His tail worked my cock for a couple of minutes. I couldn't hold back any more, and my semen was squirting out. I was writhering around the bed in pleasure, my hands grasping the sheets as I was lost in sweet orgasmic agony. Unknown moments later, I laid there, spent. Kriz dropped back onto me.
"Oh, that was good," he said.
"Kriz, you're amazing."
Kriz pretended to groom his main as he said, "Oh, I know."
Laughing, I got out from under him, and we headed into the bathroom - fortunately, both his bedroom and a bathroom were in a different part of the house from where our families were - and cleaned up. Going back into Kriz's room, we got dressed, and I checked myslf in the mirror to make sure that my clothes didn't seem crumpled or anything.
Kriz came up behind me. "Handsome as always," he said.
I smiled. I'd always been a little self-concious, since I'd always been tall for my age. I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb among my age group, so Kriz's attention was very welcome indeed. Kriz suddenly grabbed me and spun me around. Taking me in his arms, he gave me a long, passionate kiss. After he ended it, he held me. We gazed into each other's eyes until we heard my Mom calling, saying it was time to go.
"Until next time," Kriz whispered into my ear, kissing me again.
After we got home, I went into my room to take off my clothes. I had my shirt off when Mike came in.
He started to say something when his eyes widened. "Is that a hickey?" he asked, pointing to Kriz's bite mark on my shoulder.
"Why don't you say that a little louder?" I snapped at him. "I don't think Mom and Dad heard you."
"Sorry," he said, closing the door. "Man, you two were going at it at dinner!"
"Actually, it was more like Kriz going at it," I said. "You know what they can do with their tails? Kriz shoved his up my pant leg during the speaches, and was rubbing my leg."
"I know! Weinessa" - that being the name of his girlfriend - "likes to reach hers between my legs and play with my balls and around my butthole when we're humping."
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Oh yeah!" He paused for several seconds. "Mark, I've gotta ask you something. Do you think I might get Weinessa pregnant?"
I shrugged. "I really don't know. It's probably amazing that we can do as much as we do with them in bed. I don't know if we're genetically close enough to the Charal to be able to have kids with 'em. Why? Think she might be pregnant?"
"No," Mike said. "I just wanted to know if that might happen."
"I don't think anyone knows, really," I said. "I doubt it's ever been checked; before now, I don't think anyone has ever considered that a human and a Charal might want to have a kid, or at least go through the motions."
"Thanks," Mike said. As he opened the door, he pointed to my hickey. "You might want to keep that covered. Mom'n'Dad'll flip if they see it."
"Ain't that the truth?" I said.
The Kokoni arrived six days later. Sure enough, Mayor Thomas received an invitation to take a delegation of humans to meet them. For some reason, I was invited to go along. As we went to where the Kokoni embasy had been set up, I wondered what they would be like. "Humanoid" didn't say much. They looked somewhat like us - had to be, to be called "humanoids" - but there could be (and likely would be) many differences.
Humanoids weren't as common as portrayed in some of the old sci-fi programs from Earth. Whereas the programs were limited by cosmetics and whatever special effects technology existed at the point in time that the show or movie was being filmed, nature didn't have such limitations, and sentient life came in a variety of shapes and forms - everything from the insect Y'Kor'Tiz'aaaa to the aquatic Xinrla, who looked something like squid, to the avian Kaaalarn. But humanoids were a notable faction. Just how that many species had developed along such similar lines was unknown. I wasn't up to date on all the scientific theories (or even most of them), so I wasn't really sure what explanations were currently being toted as the reasoning behind that.
We arrived at the embassy, and were ushered into a reception area where we found the Charal delegation already waiting. We all introduced ourselves to each other and made idle chit-chat while waiting.. Soon the Kokoni ambassador and several other Kokoni entered the room. They certainly looked humanoid, but there were several noticable differences.They had grayish-green skin, were completely hairless, and had a sort of plated ridge running along the top of their heads and down their faces. The nose was flat, and the nostrils spaced farther apart, in an almost upside down U shape.
The ambassador was introduced as Elarn Likxs. He made the introductions of those who were with him who would be serving as senior staff members. Presumably there were other Kokoni there who would be serving in junior capacities - clerks, cooks, and the like; the people who handled the mundane day-to-day functions of running an embassy.
"And last," the ambassador was concluding, "my son, Tatch."
A younger Kokoni moved forward at the introduction. I sized him up. Tatch was close in size to me, though the Kokoni was slightly taller, and a lot more muscular. Tatch looked to be about my age, but since I wasn't familiar with how Kokoni looked at different ages, I couldn't be sure - for all I knew, in Earth years Tatch could have been 100, and his father 10 times that old.
The Charal and human delegations were introduced, and we mingled a bit. Tal was one of the Charal delegation members, and told a couple of times about how we'd dealt with the Y'Kor'Tiz'aaaa. He'd told the story several other times to various human and Charal audiences, and with each telling the Y'Kor'Tiz'aaaa that I'd trapped got just a bit more vicious, the "coffee pot" - which had already been a fairly good-sized and heavy container to begin with (as I'd later learned, the 'beverage' was not just a stimulant like coffee, it was also a sort of liquid nutrient which the Y'Kor'Tiz'aaaa ingested several times a day, hense the large enough size of the container to be able to trap the the Y'Kor'Tiz'aaaa when I'd shot out one leg of its stand) - seemed to get just a bit bigger, and my shot just a bit more incredibly miraculous, and this time was certainly no exception.
"So, you are Mark Andrews," someone said behind me.
I turned to find that the speaker was Tatch Likxs. "Yes, I am. You're Tatch Likxs, the ambassador's son," I said, trying to pronounce the last name.
I must have gotten it right, or at least passable, for he nodded and said, "I was most interested to learn of your participation in recent Dryser events."
I wondered for a moment if he meant just the Y'Kor'Tiz'aaaa invasion, or that along with my participation in the 'act', but figured those who'd been mentioning me would probably stuck to the invasion.
Tatch asked, "I was curious as to how accurate the stories are."
"I think you can expect some slight exaggeration," I said. "My people have a saying that history is written by the victors."
He smiled. "Your people have some interesting saying, from what I've heard."
"Yes," I replied. "I'm sure your people have some interesting sayings as well."
"We do indeed. Perhaps we could get together some time and discuss things."
"I would like that," I replied.
"It would be a few days before that could be arranged," he said. "My father would prefer to get the embassy set up as quickly as possibly before we start having guests."
"Understandable," I replied. "Let me know when you're ready."
"I will," he said, and I let him know how to contact me.
We parted ways, each looking forward to the next time we could meet.