Rigel

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There aren't many gay clubs in Oslo, and Ned and Jim frequented them. They're domestic partners, but not lovers, per se. They live together. For them man sex isn't a pastime, it a life style. They are intense fuckers, but two or three times a month they hit the bars to find a nice young piece of man-meat to share.

Ned and Jim aren't drinkers, so they always hit the bars before the alcohol began to flow. There was a young man about their age at the bar, they ordered cider, they didn't know what the other man was drinking. They did know he was drop-dead gorgeous.

"Do you want him?" said Jim.

"Who the fuck wouldn't," said Ned?

Jim got up, both men were lookers, but no man would ever turn down Jim. "Hi, haven't see you here before? (an obvious hit line!)"

"Been here before, but not often. I travel."

"My name is, Jim."

"Rigel," he said, extending a hand, with very long, pianist like fingers.

"Mind if I sit here?"

"Ain't my stool, and it's your ass!" Crude, but the way he said it made it acceptable. "That's my, friend, Ned, want to meet him?"

"Why not?"

I signaled Ned to come over, this was going to work.

Ned introduced himself, "Hi. I'm Ned."

"Rigel."

"Rigel what,'" said Ned, making conversation. "Just Rigel."

I ordered three more drinks, we had Cider, he had Pineapple-Mango juice. Oh, was this perfect!

"Do you want to come home with us?"

"To fuck?" Rigel said.

"Didn't mean to be that obvious, but since you asked..." "Yes!" answered Ned and I together.

"I'm not like you."

"Not Norwegian, you speak it perfectly; or not gay."

"I speak 26 earth languages, in 12 dialects. (That went way over our heads, we didn't catch it.)

"... and gay is just a word."

"I'll come home with you, where I come from that invitation only means one thing. We literally can't live without sex, a lot of it. I guess that's why all three of us are here anyway. Boys, I'm not a human." That was the first indication that he was years older than us.

"You look human enough to me, " quipped Ned.

"Oh, are there going to be surprises!"

"I know you don't believe me, but look deeply into my eyes. His irises were totally black., and, In the dim light, his pupils were dilated. Rigel said something to a small device laying in front of him that we didn't understand. It lit up.

Now taking a close look, his pupils weren't round in the light, they were cats' eyes, but the pupils were horizontal slits rather than vertical in a deep blue iris. Oddly, it made him more handsome, if that were possible.

"So, we aren't the same, but same enough, assuming you have all the right fucking equipment."

"Count on it, you've never fucked or been fucked like this! Let's go."

As we left, Ned said, "Do you have transportation?"

"Yes, but that's all I'll say. Don't want to blow your minds before we blow our balls! I'll come with you."

At our place we offered him a snack, "A duck egg, if you have one." "How about two chicken eggs.?"

"Maybe three, duck eggs have much bigger yolks."

"How should I cook them?"

"Don't, Just bring them and I'll suck them."

I think Ned's and my life had just changed, a lot.

"Let's get down to it, you guys get naked first, then I'll show. I know what you've got, seen it thousands of times, you've got a few surprises coming."

"Beautiful male humans, both of you. Are you ready? I'll tell you now, there are no women on Rigel, we're all like me. We're men, but we make babies; you'll see. Women to us are aliens. You ready?"

He started to strip. There wasn't a speck of hair on his body other than his humanish head. He had a massive cock and balls, Ned and I are no slouch in that department, but he was quite a man. He had only one nipple, bigger than most men but only one. "Where's your other nipple?" "Don't need but one, Ned. Why do you have any? "

"Because they're fun."

"Then why don't you have six? All of this later. Sex now, where should we start."

Jim said, "I don't know what you want to do, Ned, but I'm sucking one of those huge balls."

We dove into his crotch, his testicles felt a little different, more meaty, less lumpy, but a full mouthful.

"Don't forget the third one." I felt around, under the two big ones was one slightly smaller, but still big for a human. "Why three?"

"Why do you have two, you only need one; I need three."

"Will you fuck me," said Rigel?

"Who first?"?"

"Both together. Give me your hands. This is my asshole, happy spot, this is my reproductive spot, fun to fuck for you. Which ever gets it, you'll like it, but it's just a hole to me. You can trade off."

We fucked him for a good long time, he was able to edge us until we both came at once.

"Can I fuck you?"

"Which?"

"Both."

"Who first?"

"Both."

Jim said, "Knew you had the wrong side, Rigel has two cocks, both about the same size now," they were one over the other, the first one was eight inches, the second maybe seven and a half. Neither had a foreskin or a glans. Ned's cock was right between Rigel's, mine almost as big as the second one. We had him beaten on girth, we were both six and a quarter inches; he was about five and a half.

"Before I do, get a large cum towel, that you're willing to get stained."

"Why?"

"Aren't you full of questions? I'll answer all of them, eventually. The towel? When I juice, if I decide to, my stuff is quite caustic, and painful to human intestinal tissues, it also has an intense enema effect. When you shit it out, it would be the worst case of Mexican heartburn (what you feel when you take a crap after eating very spicy food) you ever had. At first I didn't give a damn. But now I do. I won't shoot in your ass, I'll pull out and do it on the towel, no pain, no laxative. It's even worse if I shoot in your mouth."

Ned and I laid ass to ass, humped our hips up until our lower backs were together and our knees were on our elbows, ass holes an inch or so apart. Rigel stood over us and a hot liquid hit our ass holes. We found out later that Rigel's body temperature is 110 degrees Fahrenheit.

"Try this stuff, guys. Humans seem to like it, we don't." He put a big glob on our lips. Tasted like Chinese sweet and sour sauce, with a little hot pepper added. It was good, and he made a lot.

"What is this?"

"To you guys, precum, or a sauce for egg rolls I'm told (never had one), to us lubrication."

He opened our asses with one, two, then three long slender fingers; put a big cock in both of us, at the same time. Boy did that man know how to use boners. He made it feel like we were being constantly penetrated, always in and no out. Ned and I locked our arms as Rigel rode us. Never had anything like it. We both came together again, then Rigel dismounted, jerked his cocks for a minute or so then let loose on the towel.

I never asked Jim if I'd ever fucked him as well, and he never did ask me

We unraveled ourselves.

"What's the blue stuff?"

"Functionally the same as your white stuff, but instead of being thick and sticky, it's runny."

"Are you going to tell us about you?"

"Just ask, I'll answer fully."

"Okay, is your name really Rigel?"

"No and yes. All of us off-planet are Rigel, we all have different names at home, but you couldn't understand or pronounce them."

"How many are you?"

"A half billion on planet, almost another half off, but we all have to go back. "

"Why?"

"To make more sons. We all reproduce ourselves, once (one nipple) some have twins and grow another."

"Can't you do that off planet?"

"Not easy, it's a big fucking galaxy, Ned. Can't just advertise on Craig's list."

"Why is your cum blue?"

"Because I'm a Blue, or vice versa. There are four subspecies: blue, red, purple and green, and you can tell mostly by our eyes, but cum always matches.

My balls are either red, green, or blue, I can't make a purple. I have to procreate with a purple when I want a son (and it's a biological imperative on Rigel, it will kill you if you don't.) My son will be a blue, green or red, but not a purple.

He doesn't have but one parent, me. The man who impregnates me I probably wouldn't even know, and my son will be genetically all mine.

You've got gay bars, we have impregnation parlors (We don't wear clothes and fuck pretty much anywhere, and anywhen.) Sometimes we go somewhere else, most of the time we just do it there. Once purple man juice enters my birth canal, ovulation is immediate. My balls each release hundreds of mini me's, the purple semen activates it, but there is no fertilization, but only one will become my son. Pregnancy is certain. It only happens once, purples are piss-ants, but I need one. My son is born four months later, matures to your age in about twelve Rigel years. He leaves, it's over.

Sex is intense, love is not known. We have a word for friend, but it translates as fuck-buddy, which means you know their name and fuck them more than once. Is there anything else you want to know?"

"I guess, yes, but I'll have to think about it," said Ned.

"Then let's go fuck again."

"I can't, I'm, fucked over."

"Me too," said Jim.

"Humans are fun, but you don't have stamina, I'd better go."

"Why?"

"I don't know, just because it's what I do."

"Then don't."

Rigel spent the night, we fucked ourselves silly in the morning and then we learned a lot about who and what he was. He taught us things about sex we could never have imagined, not just with him, just even between Ned and me. Sex was daily, at least twice. Being double fucked by Rigel's cocks is unexplainable. It should hurt, bad, but it doesn't. Double blowjobs are great too, you only have to work around one body. We did that back and forth. Sometimes we would ride Rigel on top, with our arms and legs tangled together. Somehow his cocks in our ass felt very different than when we fucked each other.

Ball play was fun, we'd bounce around his three, while he put both of us in his mouth, all four. I suspect that he could easily get three balls in his mouth (had many times) but it was like a hoover. Our balls would swell. And nipples. Rigel's nipple wasn't a play toy, like ours, but he had six nipple spots, you could feel them on his chest. He didn't have the nipple nib, but sucking on them was as much fun for all of us, and bouncing around playing nipple bingo was a real turn on for all of us.

Rigel stayed, days became weeks, weeks became months, months became years. Ned and I were nearing forty. Rigel hadn't aged a day. Over breakfast one morning (we were used to it, raw eggs and raw bacon, room temperature; nothing cooked, ever) he said, "I love you guys (a word he can't say in Rigel) but it is time, I've got to have my son."

"But, Rigel..."

"I have no choice."

"Where are you going?"

"Home."

"Where is home?"

"Give me piece of paper and a pencil." He drew a multi-armed spiral. "This is what you call the milky way galaxy, this dot is you the other is me." He drew a line between the two dots. "To go this way, it would take 800 light years, but I don't do that , I do this." He took the paper and folded it so the dots touched. We didn't understand and didn't ask.

"Will you be back?"

"I want to, but no."

We all went to an open field outside of town. We said our goodbyes, hugged and kissed.

"I'm going home with alien ideas, friend that means more than fuck buddy, and love, words I need to create."

"We'll miss you." Jim and I said together, crying.

"Me too." We didn't know if Rigel could cry.

"Stand over here, I've got to go over there." He took his clothes off and walked away.

He talked to his pocket device, and almost instantly there was a ball hovering over the field. It split in half, he climbed in, it closed around him and slowly rose to about a mile, then disappeared with a huge sonic boom.

Ned and I hugged and cried, like we'd lost our best friend; because we had.

Afterword:

Ned and I were just about to turn seventy. The doorbell rang. "Rigel!"

"Yes and no. The Rigel you knew is my father. Most of us don't know who our father is, but things are changing. He wants to talk to you. You have a video screen (he said), disconnect it. He came in, put a device like Rigel had on it, and the screen lit up.

"Rigel?"

"Yes, guys. This is my son. He's a beautiful green (look at his eyes). " It was Rigel Blue, hadn't aged a day, his son was his image, but the hair color was different, and the eyes. He was naked, and his nipple was gone. "I wanted you to meet him. It's not easy to change a universe, but you sweet gentlemen did. In Rigel there is now a word called love, and friend that means just that. My son would love to have sex with you before he goes

"Like all Rigels, but we don't think so. Rigel, we just have memories of you."

"He does know how to kiss and hug, and he knows and does love both of you, and he knows what that means."

We said our last goodbye. We hugged and kissed with Rigel Green.

"Can I come back?"

"Any time, sweet baby, anytime."

"... and sex."