Gay Science Fiction/Fantasy Sex Stories - Page 8

So Jon had gotten a white towel, taken his clothes and shoes and socks off and wrapped the towel around himself, slapped his thighs sharply twice and lifted the towel up a bit; he did the levitation trick perfectly. How on earth he did it I don't know, but he couldn't explain it. "I just got how to do it," he said with a shrug, sitting cross-legged, not really in mid-air, but not really touching the floor. I rolled a marble under him, and it came out from under him on the other side.
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But I kept up on my interest in male anatomy, perusing illustrations of the male in scientific tomes and also, I must admit, illustrations of the male in periodicals that showed the male nude in poses deliberately designed to be provocative for a homosexual audience -- but which served me well given my scientific interrest in the male form.
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So Sean says, "Nuh-uh, I'm taller. Hoompa hoompa hoompa hoompa. So there." Now Sean taller because he was sitting on four pairs of crossed legs, one pair of legs taller than Mace. So Mace goes hoompa hoompa, and Sean goes hoompa hoompa, and they both get all these hardons, and then they sort of fell into each other and started wrestling and making out. A couple of the other guys sweating in the sauna had also been saying hoompa hoompa hoompa, trying to be like Sean and Mace. So pretty soon all the guys are jacking themselves up taller and taller, laughing and getting turned on, and everyone's got three or four pairs of crossed legs, except for Sean and Mace, who had even more, and were helping each other get their big stiffies into each other's holes, since they had so many of them now.
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A heavy, thick hand rests upon his shoulder, forcing him to his knees, and a golden circlet, seemingly delicate, yet with imponderable weight, closes about his neck. Low, growled tones rumbling from the Minotaur's chest order him to rise, and he dares not refuse the strength before him; that locks his arms behind his back with chains and bracers of beaten gold, chastened with platinum. Bound, he is led around three short corners, and enters the center of the Maze, the Minotaur's abode. Strange demense of cavern and garden, with millenia of tribute from kings, warriors, philosophers, and aesthetes all arrayed.
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He'd signed up for one of the posted special activities in the student union - one of the hiking clubs was offering an introductory program for students as an incentive to participating in an alteration program. The University would receive huge funding from one of the large research corporations and the students would have their bodies augmented with extra pairs of legs and arms, and get an additional food stipend to compensate for their increased apetites brought about by the additional appendages. It was some genetic research and development or whatever, and the hiking club would offer a fun vacation and a chance to try out the extra legs and arms, and to see how the use of them developed neural pathways in the brain etc.
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I found myself in clammy wet darkness, behind a barred gate, but could see through the slats, the prize waiting for me in the arena. A chain rattled and moved, raising the portcullis of my dungeon. I was blinded by the unaccustomed white light, but as my eyes got used to its glare, I could see a multitude of spectators in the doric-columned bleachers, cheering me on. I snorted through bovine nostrils, and inhaling the aroma of virtual reality boysweat. The flags waved, emblazoned with Penis Rampant, gold on a field of baby-blue. The lousy speakers on my system made the fanfare and drum roll, comic as my RAM fought to load the extra megabytes.
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Quickly, Charlie got dressed and left the hospital. All he wanted to do was to go home. He didn't want to see anyone. He got home and all of the lights in his house were on. Justin, his boyfriend for the past four months, was sitting in the living room.
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Front lat spread, side chest pose, double biceps, and finally a most muscular showing his shredded traps and thick neck. He'd stare in awe at his muscles and dream that one day he'd be the biggest man on the planet. His self-worship always got his cock rock hard and he'd beat his 8 inches off posing and getting off on his body. But he always wanted to be bigger. One day he noticed an ad in the latest issue of Conan the Destroyer. he read that comic to look at the pictures of huge muscle savages - dreaming that he' be as rugged and huge himself some day. The ad had a photo of a huge man - easily 400 lbs and all muscle. "Probably a fake picture," he thought. The ad read "Huginex! Get BIG MUSCLES fast! Be a HIT with the GIRLS! No pain! No steroids!
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Prince Albert shot first, as usual, deep into my stomach, which he was penetrating on my right side below my armpit. The warmth sat for just a minute inside my body as I savored the taste and sensation of cum before I allowed it to be broken down and absorbed into my bloodstream. The energy and sudden rush of blood warmed my whole body and caused the flesh around the other six cocks to warm and moisten. Simultaneously, they all stiffened and my body went weak with satisfaction.
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We finished our drinks and left. Tompkins Square park was just down the street and Larry suggested we cut through it to save a bit of time. I said, "Sure, why not?" It was a beautiful autumn evening what with the moon and all. As we walked we talked about this and that. He apologized for saying so little about himself in the past. I got the vague impression that there was some specific item that he was referring to . Then he made a cryptic remark about us learning some interesting things about ourselves before the evening was out.
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