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I saw him three times this week. He was not hard to notice; being six feet six inches, maybe more. But it was not only his height, it was his bearing and the magnetic field that seemed to surround him. Yes he was good looking in an exotic way. He's really not a modern looking fellow. His eyes were almost black, surrounded by gleaming white areas. The eyes were punctuated by straight, thick, black eye bows that arched upward at the ends. His skin was pale, smooth, glowing forming a perfect frame for his red, full mouth and Roman nose.
He knew I noticed him. His mouth relaxed into a sardonic moue of satisfaction. His confident stare seemed to say that I was already conquered.
But why would such a magnificent male be interested in hitting on me. I am an ordinary guy of 22 years, working in an ordinary job in this building. The job hardly taxes my intellect, nor draws on my four years in college. All I have to do is tally surveys and occasionally take surveys on the telephone. Looking in the mirror I see a pleasant appearing guy, not handsome, nor ugly. I am slyly proud of my body, toned from high school years of soccer. I have not been very successful with girls. If they only knew what a large penis I have, maybe they would be interested. At the gym, guys ogle my body and sex equipment, but I am totally uninterested in initiating man-to-man sex. If this guy is a queer, he has the wrong boy. Just the thought of it makes me edgy. I am a virgin; a virgin to any kind of sex other than my own masturbation. I am constantly thinking about sex, experiencing erections at the most inconvenient time. A young woman in the office noticed my pants bulging out and avoids me.
Fort the first time we are alone. I entered the elevator and he was standing against the rear panel. "Hello Jeff," he said in a kind of voice I have never heard. It was the voice of an opera singer; a basso, deep buzzy and very affecting. I could feel the vibrations in my chest.
I turned to him and responded in an angry voice. "Are you stalking me? Are you some kind of creep?"
He didn't seem to get angry at my harsh words. He merely smiled. Oh what a smile, like the sun came out, and those teeth. He held the smile and without realizing it, I began to mirror his smile. "No, Jeff. I am the entity that you will serve, although you don't yet realize it. Many men have an entity interested in them. Theirs may look different, but the result is the same....complete capitulation."
"Hey bro, you're going to far and speaking too crazy. Do me a favor, forget you ever met me."
"That's not possible. We are linked. Jeff and Xinter."
"Here's my floor. Suppose you get lost Mr. Xinter."
He didn't follow me physically, but his presence followed me out of the elevator. I realized that I was shaking. When I greeted the receptionist she asked why my voice was strange. This encounter really rocked me, but I didn't know why.
I managed to get through the day and do my work without raising any suspicions that I was mentally disturbed. I was glad to get home and my suit off and make some eggs for my dinner. I put the plate on the table and placed a knife, folk and napkin in their places. I tried to maintain standards, even if I lived alone.
Just as I lifted a fork full of egg toward my mouth, the downstairs buzzer sounded. I flicked on the intercom, "Hello my friend, it's Xinter, I have a gift for you."
I paused a moment. I was not afraid of this guy, in fact I had a gun in the kitchen drawer. It's only that he seemed to shake me up so, yet he also fascinated me. I felt that we had a destiny and I was curious enough to see it through. "Apartment 2C, I'll open the lobby door."
I opened the apartment door, I was shocked to see how he was dressed. Back at the office building he was always dressed in a dark suit, white shirt, no tie. Now he was in very short white linen pants and a pale blue athletic shirt that showed off his muscular arms and pecs. His legs were not the usual thin legs of a tall guy, his was like those of a competitive bicyclist. His hypnotic voice fixed me in my stance of holding the door open. "I like your outfit too."
I looked down, shit, I forgot I was just in my underwear bottoms and bare feet.
"You have a lovely bulging crotch and nice hairy legs. Do you do body shaving, I don't have too, I am completely hairless except for pubes and underarms, I don't even have to shave my face."
He is getting palsy here discussing intimate grooming. I am sure this is deliberate. "No I don't shave my body, that's for gay guys. What grows there stays there. Unfortunately I do have to shave my face every day, I have a pretty heavy beard. I use an electric razor." (No why did I feel he had to know that._
"I suppose you realize that I have chosen you as a sexual partner. By the time we say goodbye to each other....that may be a short or a long time.....we will have tried everything."
I laughed. "Look kiddo, you may be a fudge packer and a cock sucker, but I am not into any of that. It's girls that turn me on."
"Yeah, so how come you haven't ever had a girl. Girls know, they see you as a closeted gay boy."
I stared at him. It seemed to make sense. Could it be that I wanted to make love to a male? Can't be. I can't imagine putting my hands on a guy's body especially touching his sexual parts, or having mine touched.
"I'm going to ask you, Jeff, to trust me. May I suggest a little experiment and then we can see where you destiny lies."
"You're not going to ask me to do some queer thing are you?"
"Queer is as queer does. Save your judgments. Shall we proceed."?
I faked a yawn. "Proceed."
He came close to me, about two feel in front of me. I felt the full force of his presence. I felt his warmth emanating from his body, and I could inhale his special fragrance. His closeness robbed me of my natural Energy. I stood, my knees sagging, just about able to remain standing. "Jeff do as I say. Remove your under shorts." Strangely I was not embarrassed before this near stranger. In fact a part of me wanted to show off my excellent physique. I bent over and pulled off my underwear. Now I stood totally naked, conscious of every element of my naked self, the thick, sandy colored pubic hair that topped my prick, spanned the area from hip to hip and the fuzzy hair that covered my hard belly. I felt my nipples pushing out obscenely. But the most amazing thing was my penis. It was as longer than I have ever seen it, curving upward, the circumcised head wet with pre cum and the shaft jumping in excitement.
"Your cock is glad to see me." He smiled again and then rubbed my blushing cheek with a proprietary hand. That gesture already assumed a domination of me, as if I were a little trembling boy. "Has anyone, other than yourself rubbed it? I didn't think so. Would you like me to make you feel good?"
I nodded docilely. He laughed. "Good boy. You're are learning to respect me as your source of unendurable pleasure that may be indefinitely prolonged."
When he said that, I knew that he had plumbed my deep consciousness. It always seemed to me that orgasm came to soon, that the pleasure could be much deeper.
"You must work for your pleasure. Begin by undressing me."
Xinter suggested a nice body in his brief clothing of shorts and wife beater, but Jeff was not prepared for the perfect specimen who was revealed as he lifted the undershirt and then opened the waist button on the shorts. The stranger lifted his arms, revealing a forest of black underarm hair that immediately broadcast a mist of delicious odors, not perfume, but natural odors. His wore no underwear and wear the shorts fell to his ankles, it was like pulling the cloth covering from a statue. His genitals were pure pale white/pink, uncut, smooth and tubular and lay over his hanging ball sac and fit into the hollow. The balls were hairless, but above the phallus there was a puff of dark hair, otherwise his body was hairless. His ass was sculptured perfectly with hollows on each side and the halves were so muscular that one could see right between where resided his slightly pink puckered, hairless hole.
Jeff gasped at the male beauty before him. Instinctively he tenderly reached out and grasped the flesh pendant. It felt warm and dry. Almost immediately the cock began to lift and harden, the foreskin stayed over the head, but Jeff's hand began to gently stroke and soon the pink, shiny head began to emerge, bringing with it a earthy smell of manhood that made Jeff's head whirl.
As he played with the cock, he felt a strong hand on his shoulders and a commanding voice, "Lay down on the floor." Jeff sunk to the floor. Xinter gracefully slid down to lay in opposition to Jeff's position so that his penis was grazing Jeff's chin. Immediately, as if he had been waiting for this all his life, he let out a cry of triumph and put his lips around the now stiff cock, cooing and humming as he slowly slipped into a full suck. It was as if he found something he had been looking for, it felt so right. At the same time he became aware that his own substantial cock was being enveloped in a steaming, hot, wet avid mouth. Electric currents played up and down his spine. This was almost unendurable pleasure as promised, but he didn't know if he could stand the overwhelming sensations being prolonged indefinitely. But for the moment he suckled happily. All seemed right with the world. The assault on his own prick was bringing his close to orgasm. Like all masturbators, he knew twenty strokes before eruption when the end of near. But here, a strange mouth, a busy tongue made the immanent even closer. He began to make warning sounds, his crooning becoming louder. Xinter was not without feeling as he rubbed and patted the besotted boy's warm back, he himself allowing his orgasm to approach.
A moment came that Jeff was no longer in the present. His basic brain took over and he gave in to the voluptuous automatic control of his body. He cried out like the jungle beast and his whole body stiffened, then only his hips began an ancient oceanic movement and his cock began first a slight emission, then a second pulse of great quantity, then many more as he was held in the grip of his own cock's determination.
He also felt on his tongue, sweet nectar from the cock in his mouth. He tried no to miss a drop. He sucked and licked bravely and swallowed all that was offered until the fountain ended.
A time passed. He must have blacked out from the intensity of the experience. Xinter had lifted him as if he were a baby and deposited him on his bed and covered him with a sheet. Xinter himself was lying on his back, his eyes closed and gently breathing.
Jeff opened his eyes and sat up. "That was the most wonderful feeling of my life. You must never leave me, we must do it again, now."
Xinter was growing fond of the eager boy. His basso purred softly, "I can never be one person's lover. I have a job. Other boy's need me. But my job is not done here," he said like the Lone Ranger, "There is one other thing you must learn."
Jeff's eyebrows rose questionly. "What more could I learn. Today has been a revelation. I drank from your cock and you brought me to a peak I never dreamed possible."
"Yes, but that was purely physical. You have not yet learned the pleasure of giving yourself to another, to turn off all your conceits, to be a receiver."
"You mean I should learn to take a cock in my ass?"
"Yes, that is the bare essential, but it is much more. Are you ready?"
"No I'm not, but so far you have made me happy. I trust you. In for a penny. What should I do?"
"Just lie on your back and I'll do the rest. Remember I am the boss, you don't have to think or direct anything, be totally passive until your fire is awakened and you can participate." Xinter moved Jeff to the edge of the bed, he lifted his strong, hairy legs and put each on his own slim hips. The boy's anis was fully exposed, a rosy pink pucker with a circle of fine hair around it. It seemed to the moving in and out in a kissing motion. Xinter smiled to himself. "The boy wants to be entered very badly, but doesn't even know it. Being fucked is the thing missing from his life, but that is soon to end."
Xinter gently squeezed the right check, then the left. He caressed the dimple on each side with the back of his hand. Jeff began murmuring in reaction to the attention to his ass. His murmur turned to a moan as the stranger passed his finger up and down the passage between the melons, finally stopping at the undulating hole. "Oh, oh, I feel strange, like I am slipped into a new world of sensation."
"That is only a beginning." Xinter now took his slim middle finger and slipped it into the waiting opening that widened in welcome. He moved deeper and stimulated the tiny, hard prostate, ringing it, softly stroking it, until Jeff was babbling in a strange language, unable to express the feelings in English.
"What would you like me to do Jeff?"
"I am ready to be entered by your cock. Use me for your own pleasure. Let me be just a device for you."
Xinter said, "By offering yourself for another's pleasure your own pleasure will be greater,"
Xinter slid his prick into the hot hole. He moved forward a millimeter at a time, until Jeff impatient moved his ass to obtain more of the fulfilling feeling. In a moment he shouted out as Xinter bottomed out and he could feel his fucker's public hair against his own fuzzy ass hair, "Oh shit, you are totally inside. Make me feel more. Fuck me hard."
Xinter began a rough fuck, Jeff howled with delight each time the precious cock entered and withdrew, stimulating his hot button until his brain locked into continuous feeling. But if couldn't last, more of this could end in death. Xinter saw that the boy's whole nervous system was overloaded and knew it was time to allow his ejaculation to occur, flooding the hot hole with slimy cum. Jeff felt it and surrendered his orgasm that had been held at bay. His cock almost coughed perm and shot on his own belly and chest, rivulets sliding down his sides.
He was wiped out. He closed his eyes and allowed a half sleep lassitude to take over.
He heard some rustling and guessed that the tall man was dressing himself, but then as the he heard the apartment door open he sat up. "Dear Xinter, please don't leave. I need you. What about tomorrow and the days that follow?"
Xinter stood, his hand on the doorknob, wearing the shorts and top he had come in. "You have a world out there to explore, now that you know yourself." He seemed to melt through the door and disappear. Jeff rushed to the window, there was the tall figure, now dressed again in his dark suit hurrying across the street. He stopped, knowing that Jeff was at the window and waved slightly.
The next day Jeff was back at work. He noted that several of the hot guys in the building gave him long looks. "As if they know what I did yesterday", he laughed to himself, feeling naughty. A few guys were of real interest and he pictured the way they would look undressed, with rampant cocks as they mastered him.
End
Is Xinter an alien? Maybe, or is he a mortal who has the envious job of training virgins? Nice work if you can get it.