JETT HASKINS AND THE LIGHTS OF THE SKY
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Chapter Eight: A Welcome Home
The trip to Earth itself wasn't such a problem, but the choice of landing sites was a lot harder than that. They ended up coming in over the Pacific Ocean! "How do we steer this thing to the right?" Jett yelped as they got dangerously close to the ocean itself. As in another ten seconds and they'd be under it!
"Here over holes direction work." the spider next to him instructed. "Not holes which work."
"Great!" Jett moaned. He'd had a few hours to get used to the inverted language structure, the spiders had pointed to the holes, but it was up to him to figure out which holes or combination of holes would move the ship. Five seconds left to impact.
He jabbed his fingers into the holes and hoped for the best. They ended up going left, down faster (he yanked his fingers out of those holes in a hurry) and then up again. That at least bought him some time with the holes, and finally they were heading toward the east. "I think that's Central America over there." Smith told him. "If you can get us to San Agosto's Altoplano region, I know people there we can ask for help."
Land was ahead, but apart from that fact and the fact there were trees and mountains ahead, Jett was ignorant of their location. "I don't think we can shop around that much." he said. "Not unless you recognize landmarks ahead."
"Afraid not." Smith sighed. "Well, land us away from people and we'll play it by ear from there."
"That I can do." Jett steered them over a smallish seaside town and into the air over the jungle beyond. The spider had shown him how to slow down their travel, he was able to look around, and ahead was a fair-sized clearing, cultivated farmland that had been recently harvested; perfect as he was going to get, and the mountains weren't that far beyond it. Smith mentioned he thought he could pick out the Altoplano region to the south.
With that cheerful prospect, Jett landed the ship with only a mid-sized bump that discombobulated the spiders badly but didn't cause him or Smith to lose their seats.
The spiders skittered ahead of Smith and Jett toward the exit, and to Jett's surprise, they seemed able to open the doors all by themselves. What was this, anyhow; the spiders had claimed to be unable to open the doors of the ship without human help! But they raced out and he and Smith followed. When they looked around the outside, the spiders were nowhere to be seen.
"Something odd going on here." He mentioned to Smith, and spoke of this odd behavior.
"They probably didn't want humans dissecting them." was Smith evaluation.
"But the doors...."
"Company." Smith cut him off. "That was quick. Must be an army base nearby."
Jett looked to see what he meant. Two trucks loaded with troops in the back were headed for the field. "Well, we wanted to make contact with the authorities, didn't we?"
"Did we?" Smith observed. "That means we'll be the ones they get to dissect, won't it?"
"Oog!" Jett replied. "Didn't think of that."
"Too late to run and nowhere to run to. Unless you think you can fly the ship unaided."
Jett shook his head. The spider had had to constantly remind him which of several thousand holes he had to insert his fingers into do anything beyond the controls that had aimed the ship at Earth (and he had no idea how to do anything beyond that, wasn't even sure he remembered which holes had flown the ship to this location). "Afraid not. Well," he sighed, "it's been nice knowing you."
"Nil desperandum." Smith said. "We escaped from an alien sex camp, we can escape from wherever they put us, too." The two men put their hands over their heads as the soldiers approached them. Though where two naked men were supposed to be hiding weapons was beyond Jett's imagination.
The soldiers held them in place while they searched the ship, then the officer ordered his men to take them away. Four men got into the back of one of the trucks with Jett and Smith, built-in benches on both sides, they sat on one side and the four soldiers sat facing them, and they were driving off away from the ship, bouncing hard over the furrowed land. Jett sighed. "Well, at least we're back on Earth again. That's something, anyhow." They went back onto the road and the trip became much smoother if not America's-asphalt network easy.
Yes, something." Smith agreed. "Have you noticed that we aren't traveling the same direction that the trucks came from?"
"I hadn't." Jett admitted. "Does that mean something?"
"Maybe. Maybe nothing." Smith said. "Just be ready for anything here."
Jett looked at the soldiers sitting across from him. The man right across from him, he realized, was a rather overwhelming specimen of masculinity, a broad, brown face under jet-black hair, square jaw, the shoulders broad and his chest rippled with muscles. He remembered that the original inhabitants of this part of Central America had been tall and strong, and the Spanish influence here had been less than it had been in some parts of the Americas. Looking at this soldier in the green uniform across from him, Jett was unable to avoid suddenly visualizing this stud wearing only a loincloth and headband, and carrying a spear instead of the rifle he bore.
The man noticed Jett's inspection of him and grinned a broad smile of incredibly white teeth, and his rifle moved. The barrel of the rifle was in between Jett's legs now and the soldier raised it up and used it to lift Jett's testicles, that shifted Jett's cock out and the rifle scope reached to lift Jett's dong upwards. Despite Jett's discomfiture at this, his prick chose that moment to swell and expand, stiffening. His last sex had been a few hours before, but hell, that had been a marathon of multiple dongs penetrating him over and over, how could he be ready for sex once again?
But he was hard now, fully erect and the soldier said something (Jett didn't speak Spanish, but knew what was said wasn't very complimentary to him!) and the other soldiers laughed.
The soldier at the other end of the truck moved over to sit beside Smith on the far side of Jett. The man's hands promptly went into action, the one nearest Smith over his shoulders, the further one over to land on Smith's crotch to fondle his dong.
"Oh, oh, no!" Jett moaned. "This can't be happening!" His cock was throbbing in an undeniable way. He was horny as hell here!
"Those alien implants." Smith reminded him, as if he needed reminding. "You and I are a couple of sex machines. I'm beginning to think that we're also giving out some sort of trigger that turns on every male being we come close to. Though San Agostans and Cunofrians don't need a lot of turning on to seek out male-male sexual companionship."
The soldier who'd been playing with Jett's dong with his rifle had moved over to Jett's side and was groping him the way the other soldier had been groping Smith. The other two were watching the proceedings with considerable glee and much lewd whispering punctuated by chuckles.
Jett would have protested, but that strong masculine hand on his dong just felt so fucking good! Well, at least this time, his partner would be another human; after ape-aliens and octopus aliens and spider aliens, another man was going to be like coming home!
He gave up and reached for the man's basket and when he touched that crotch, the soldier quickly released him long enough to unfasten his trousers. The prong he brought out was a dun-colored monster of a pud, over nine inches long and fat. To Jett, this was practically anticlimactic, taking tentacled-powered pricks made a man-dong, even one as big and studly as this one, something underpowering.
But the soldier grabbed Jett's head and pushed him downwards, and Jett surrendered and got onto the floor of the truckbed, and bent over to take that cock properly. The taste almost surprised him, this was human! No copper taste or acrid or minerally-flavored skin here, this was simply human musky-rick prod and he took it and sucked on it with an ease that was practically professional.
The other soldier near Jett at the front of the truckbed leaned over to a part of the canvas canopy that had a sort of door to it, this "door" let him open it and stick his head out and communicate with the driver of the truck, which he did and the truck slowed and then pulled over and stopped.
Jett let go of the cock he was sucking to ask Smith, "Are we there?" The soldier grunted and pushed him back down onto his prod again, hard enough to choke him. He resumed his sucking.
"Afraid not." Smith was being fucked by the soldier who had been pawing him before, so he could talk freely. "Just a bit of a comfort stop. And we're the comfort."
Jett grunted. "That figures." The soldier who he'd been sucking pulled away from him and stood up. Jett realized that he wasn't done by a long shot, the soldier had seen Smith being sucked and decided Jett had an ass he could use to do the same. The soldier who had spoken to the driver knelt before Jett, pawing at his fly, fighting it open.
Jett couldn't help it, the cock slicked up with his spit was sliding into his butthole with the homely feel of an old friend, he moaned and when the second soldier brough his deep-brown dong out and showed it to him, Jett grabbed and stuffed it in his mouth like a starving man would have handled a salami.
The man he sucked in gave out a guttural groan and the man fucking Jett sank in to the very end of his prong. He said something in a tone of genuine admiration to his friend, Jett thought he said something like, "Best ass I ever had." and that would fit the tone. Whichever it was, the man began to fuck Jett in short order with long, deep strokes that mauled Jett's prostate with horny male fury at every stroke in and every stroke out, and Jett felt his own pleasure shuddering through his body. Oh, God, finally, human cocks again! He was home again!
"Hell of a feeling, isn't it?" Smith said. He was still only being fucked, the fourth soldier seemed content to wait for the back door. "I can't decide whether to be mad at how the aliens have fixed us up or grateful to them. Maybe when this is all over, we'll open up a male whorehouse and you and I can be the top talent in the place."
Jett had a mouthful of cock and couldn't answer, but if he could have, he would have said, "Make sure we open near an Army base and you got a deal!" The idea of taking on lots of military hardbodies every night and day was beginning to sound like his own personal idea of heaven!
The man fucking Jett's butt began to groan in the old, familiar sounds of a man reaching for sexual nirvana, and Jett didn't mind one damned bit although his own climax was still well off. He had another man to please here after all, and began to lube this second man's prick (thinner than the first man's and not as long, but still a nice, respectable piece of man-meat) so that he could take it when the first soldier was done fucking him.
Hot male Latino spunk was squirting into his ass along with the sound of a lusty man humping his ass, his butt was being slammed frantically and Jett just grunted and held on.
The second soldier was paying attention, when his buddy was done, he was quick to get up and make his friend get out of the way and Jett got plugged a second time.
The two soldiers from the front of the truck were climbing inside, and one of them moved up to take his turn at Jett's mouth. The second driver was offering his dong to Smith to lube for him while the other two soldiers at Smith were switching up. The first one fucking Smith must have finished at about the same time as Jett's own, maybe the sound of male climax had turned him on enough to ejaculate as well, though Jett hadn't heard any sounds from him.
No matter, he had another dong to suck on and another stiff rod in his butt and he was getting rammed from both ends. This driver was too hot to last long, he came at the same time as the second soldier finished fucking Jett's ass, Jett was hit with hot spunk at both ends at the same time and he drank the jizz, felt it squelching in combination with the older squibs already in his ass, and his own glory burst upon him at the same time, he climaxed and shot his wads to hit the metal of the truck bed in noisy splats.
Done, the trip resumed, and Jett had to grin along with these horny soldiers. Hell of a welcome-home to get, but it felt like the very tonic Jett had needed.
The truck spluttered and died, and the driver's curses and those of the soldiers told Jett that this was not a case of arriving at their destination either, the truck had developed engine problems.
And then the lights came on, the driver's cries became more panicked, and Smith realized that they were about to get recaptured all over again. Found! They'd been found!
The soldiers with them bailed out to do battle and Jett was ready to run out with them, though with the intent to hide. Not that he was afraid to fight, but a gnat doesn't battle an elephant!
But before he could get out of the truck, he heard a voice. "Jett! Smith! Don't be afraid! I've come to help you!"
And Jett felt an enormous sense of relief when he turned around to see the figure that had inexplicably and impossibly appeared in the truck with them.
"Ejin!"
THE END
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