Lazer Ray & The Interstellar Spy Part 1 of 4 by Mars S. Venus
Our story began on a lonely stretch of highway, in a '78 mustang convertible. On this particular evening, the top of said convertible was up, due to the fact that it was raining quite hard. The interior of this convertible was something of a mess, with various CD's and other paraphernalia scattered all over the floors, the passenger seat, and the back seat.
Currently, the CD in the car's makeshift stereo system was something indescribably horrible by Marilyn Manson. The driver of said car was performing the infamous Car Dance, shaking and squirming all over the driver's-side seat in a fit of musical dementia. Any casual observer might have guessed that said driver was suffering from an acute neurological disorder. Thankfully, the road was almost entirely empty.
Let's introduce this driver. He's Ray Nusman, the traveller. Ray Nusman, the entrepreneur. Ray Nusman, who lives life by the seat of his pants. Ray the good. Ray the pure. Ray the virg--
"Hey!" shouted Ray, suddenly stopping his musical convulsions. "Let's leave out the 'V' word, shall we?"
-my apologies.
Ray returned to his music, and fifteen minutes later was so absorbed in the pounding beat that he had to swerve to miss hitting a figure standing by the side of the road. He pounded on the brakes, sending the car into a hydroplaning spin, and tossing him clear across thirty meters and three lanes before he came to a full stop. Hyperventilating, with his pulse pounding in his ears, he turned to see if the figure was all right.
The figure was standing rather calmly at the side of the road, in a navy trench coat and a dark brown fedora. He looked at the convertible with curiosity, then grinned broadly and held out his fist, thumb up, in the classic hitch-hiker pose.
Now, it's Ray's number one unwritten rule to never refuse a hitch-hiker, especially one he has nearly run over. Calming his breathing and trying to relax, he pulled slowly up and cleared off the passenger-side seat.
The hitch-hiker opened the door and shook off his coat before stepping in. "Thank you very much," he said. "As you can see, the weather is miserable for travelling." He took off his hat, and for the first time Ray got a good look at him.
He was gorgeous. He had a strong jawline with moderate stubble, and the bright blue eyes of a God. His hair was jet-black and soaked with rain. A drop ran slowly down the side of his face in an unbearably sexy manner.
Ray sat there astounded for a moment like a typical vir- like a typical hormone-saturated young man, and that moment quickly stretched into a long moment, which developed into an uncomfortable moment. At last the hitch-hiker noticed him staring, and smiled. He offered his hand.
"The name's Rus Novela."
"Ray Nusman," he replied, shaking hands. He tried to present a firm grip, but was overpowered by the raw energy and confidence of the stranger's hand and went to jelly. "Where are you headed?" he asked feebly.
"Ever heard of Sirius B IV?" the stranger asked carefully.
Ray shook his head. "Is that a Nightclub? I'm only going as far as Eastville."
"That would be much appreciated," the stranger replied.
Ray took off, his mind full of ideas and images that he dared not speak aloud. This man was incredibly sexy- his voice was deep and resounding, and spun around in Ray's head until he felt he'd be dizzy. Rus had the faint odour of musk cologne about him, which Ray breathed in and relished until he was almost intoxicated.
For the next fifteen minutes, Ray tried unsuccessfully to think of something to say with half of his brain, while the other half was divided between plans to throw himself at Rus and creating enough willpower not to.
At last they came to the intersection just outside of Eastville, which is where Ray currently made his home. He exhaled slowly, realizing that Rus was about to get out.
But Rus stayed exactly where he was. He turned to Ray with a huge grin on his face and said, "so. You up for a quick fuck?"
Ray blushed so deeply that he could feel his face burning. Rus laughed and slapped Ray's leg. "I know what you've been thinking. I'm no psychic but I'm sure not blind to the way you look at me."
Summoning up all of his manly courage, Ray cleared his throat and spoke. "It's hard not to. You're very hot."
"Thank you. You're very sexy yourself."
Ray would have blushed if he wasn't already. He turned the corner and headed towards town. He wished he had some hint of how to react in such a situation, but he couldn't think of one time where this had ever happened to him before. He had no experience to draw on.
He pulled up to his house at the edge of town. It wasn't much- just a small but comfortable home that served as a temporary base of operations when he wasn't on the road.
He stopped the car and they got out. He opened the door of his house with the usual creak, pushing aside a pile of junk mail that had accumulated while he was away. He flicked on the light switch and invited Rus inside.
Rus took off his coat and hat and took a good look around. The house, like the car, was somewhat messy, but generally very cozy. Ray turned the heat back on, and it began to warm up again.
"Can I get you a drink?" he asked, opening the fridge. It was mostly bare, but there were still a few beer and sodas.
"Sure," said Rus. "Something with lots of caffeine, preferably. I haven't had much sleep lately." Ray got the two of them some cola.
Rus lay down on the couch with one of his feet up, and shot Ray a glance that contained more phermones and suggestions than a field of crickets on a warm august night. He patted the seat in front of his crotch, and Ray sat down.
"So tell me, Ray, is this your first time?" He put a hand on Ray's back and began slowly massaging in a circle.
"Is it obvious?"
"Don't be offended. I can spot virgins from miles. You walk like you've been riding a horse too long." He sat up behind Ray, the insides of his thighs pressing against Ray's ass. "Well, let me put you at ease. We don't need to do anything you don't want to do. We can take it nice and slow if you want." He moved his hands up to Ray's shoulders and began massaging them with strength and care. Ray felt his tensions ease.
As Rus promised, it was slow but full of incredible sexual energy. He took off their shirts and kneaded all of Ray's muscles, running his hands over his chest, stomach, sides and back, with his warm firm touch. Ray was in heaven.
Rus took his t-shirt off and got off the couch. He picked up his cold can of coke and took a long sip from it, then ran it suggestively down his front and put it down. He walked into the kitchen, giving Ray an excellent view of his tight muscular ass. Ray leaned back and enjoyed the smooth relaxed feeling that lingered after the massage.
Rus got a bottle of oil from the cupboard and heated it up on the stove, then turned on Ray's CD machine and put on some Chris Issak. "I Want To Fall In Love" drifted sweetly through the room. He returned to the couch with the oil and smiled. "Lay down," he said, and began undoing Ray's pants. Once he was laying down, Rus slipped his jeans off and tossed them aside with the shirts.
And then came Ray's briefs. His cock had swelled hugely when Rus had been massaging him, but now it was only semi-erect. Ray's briefs and socks joined the pile on the floor. Rus slipped between Ray's legs and sat between his thighs.
Rus grinned, obviously enjoying this torturingly slow foreplay. He dipped his hands in the warm oil and lathered Ray's front, leaning over just far enough to press his jeans against Ray's exposed and growing cock. This simple touch was a brief heaven for Ray, who tensed his thighs and scissored Rus tight between them. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the oil rub.
Rus covered Ray's front with the oil, working it into his chest hair and down his legs, skipping over his crotch for now. He gave special attention to Ray's feet, knowing well how sexually sensitive the feet are. Then he worked his way back up, caressing the insides of Ray's thighs. Things were beginning to become sticky, so he slipped out of his pants and boxers before continuing.
The next part was bliss for Ray. Rus slipped up his thighs to his balls, which he fondled long and carefully. By now Ray's erection had returned, and his dick was laying hard against his abs. Rus slipped his hands slowly up the shaft, sending shivers of ecstasy up and down Ray's back. He lubbed Ray's cock up completely, fingering his head and slit, mixing the oil in with the precum oozing out of Ray's cock.
He then leaned forward and planted a firm kiss on Ray's lips. Ray wasn't ready for this, but responded quickly. He may have been a virgin, but he knew how to kiss. He returned firmly, opening his mouth to admit Rus' tongue. They french-kissed for a while, Ray's cock being pressed firmly between their stomachs. Rus moved gently up and down, stroking Ray's pounding meat between them. He put one hand behind Ray's head to push them further together and rubbed his oiled nipples with the other. They continued this for a while, and Ray felt Rus' hot long cock grow towards between his thighs towards his ass. He started to feel impatient, wanting Rus to fuck him already. He took Rus' hips in his hands and pulled him closer, until he felt the firm cockhead press against his hole.
Rus disengaged and smiled, understanding. He took some of the warm oil and lubbed his shaft, mixing it with the precum that was starting to bead at the top of his own head. He took some more of the oil and pressed it against Ray's hole, which tightened in pleasure. Soon they were both lubbed up well.
Rus got to his knees and moved forward, until they were once again pressed together. He pushed his cockhead up against Ray's hole, but it was clenched tight in anticipation. "Relax," he said, kneading Ray's cheeks. "Let it relax... good... here it comes." And then, very suddenly, Rus' head slipped in, followed quickly by about two inches of his shaft. Ray gasped and his hole clenched again, gripping the cock hard. They both clenched their teeth in pain.
"I'm sorry," Ray said, trying to loosen up once again. His hole felt hot and painful, but the pain felt incredibly good. He let it stay a little tight, just to enjoy the feeling.
Rus nodded and began pushing the rest of the way in. He was a full eight inches long but not too thick, so he was able to enter most of the way with ease. He had to adjust their angles in order to push the rest of the way in.
They stayed coupled like that for a few moments, until Ray's ass felt comfortable. Then Rus leaned back a bit and took Ray's hips in his hands, slowly pushing him away and then closer. His cock slid in and out of Ray's hole, from almost completely withdrawn to deep inside. He established a slow rhythm, thrusting his hips forward as he pulled Ray back. For his part, Ray grabbed onto Rus' thighs and helped push them together and apart.
Ray's head flopped back with pleasure and he closed his eyes. He was enjoying this more than he could ever have imagined. He could feel Rus' dick pulsating in his hole, could feel the firm head explore the walls of his bowels. The penetration was incredible, and Rus' dick continued to expand, growing thicker and thicker every stroke.
Then, Rus stopped with his cock planted about five inches into Ray's throbbing ass. He grasped the base of his shaft with his fingers and began stirring it, pushing against the walls of Ray's bowels. Ray loved this technique, and began fondling his own cock. But Rus stopped him.
"I want you to fuck me afterwards," he said, putting Ray's hands back on his thighs. He resumed his rocking motion again, this time a little faster. He accelerated slowly, shortening his stroke but still pushing in as far as he could. He realized he wouldn't last much longer- the tell-tale build-up was beginning. He began to fuck Ray faster and faster, revelling in the intense pleasure of Ray's virgin asshole. He pushed a few more times before giving up and releasing his hot white cum. It was an incredible orgasm. He fucked his own juices for a few strokes before collapsing on top of Ray, his softening cock buried in Ray's pubic hair.
Ray held him close, their bodies still shuddering with energy. He buried his face in Rus' shoulder, inhaling his musky aroma and savouring this long-awaited moment. His ass felt cramped and uncomfortable, but it was already beginning to relax again.
He thought that Rus had fallen asleep on top of him, but then he stirred. He propped himself up on his hands and looked into Ray's eyes with warmth and satisfaction.
"It's your turn," he said smiling. Ray instantly felt weak and was worried that he'd lose his erection. He felt so unsure.
But Rus put him at ease. "Don't worry, take it easy. I'll sit on top and you can just relax." He kissed him again, and Ray's cock jumped eagerly to attention.
Rus eased back and straddled Ray, getting into position. He took hold of Ray's stiff hard-on and eased it up, opening his hole and letting the entire length of it slip inside in one smooth motion. Ray's eyes opened wide in amazement and he felt his back arch. The feeling was entirely unexpected, like nothing he'd ever felt before. His hips instinctively began to thrust, but in his position it was only a futile flexing.
Rus waited until he calmed down, then began to bob up and down. Their hands clasped firmly together, so tight that their knuckles went white. Ray felt so strong- and yet so helpless and exposed. It was exhilarating. Rus began to pick up the tempo, the muscles of his ass clenching hard around Ray's cock on the up-strokes. He closed his eyes, enjoying himself completely.
It didn't take Ray long to reach orgasm, and as his cock erupted he turned into an animal, sitting up and pushing Rus down hard onto his lap. He threw his head back and roared incoherently, thrusting hard and fast and unable to contain himself. As his orgasm receded he threw his arms around Rus and buried his head in his furry chest, whimpering vaguely.