Was He an Alien

Moonlight flooded across the roof of the library, leaving patches of shadows here and there, and a warm breeze wafted inland from the water. I lay back on my sleeping bag, one arm behind my head, and slowly slid my hand up and down my lubed cock. Closing my eyes, the tingling sensations washed across my body. My mind was still on him, the man of my dreams.

My grasp tightened around my pole as I tried to bring his image into focus. A soft snapping noise invaded my fantasy. Opening my eyes, I gasped. He stood before me. Underneath a mat of soft black hair, chest muscles rippled in the moonlit glow and another thatch of hair spread across his abdomen. His muscular legs shone. Ice blue eyes bored right through me. Flexing his arm muscles, he untied his white shorts, and stepped back into the shadows.

I could barely see his crotch as he grabbed his already stiff pipe and jacked it in rhythm to mine. In total silence we stared at each other, each massaging our meat, increasing our pace. A churning feeling built in my balls, while I watched the movement in the shadows.

My breath caught as rope after rope of sticky cum spewed out of my erupting cock. He shot a long stream across me, then another, then pelted my chest with white bullets. Drained, I fell back. In one quick gesture, he pulled up his shorts and walked off. I jumped up and ran into the shadows.

"Hey! Who are you?" I shouted. He was gone.

PART 2

After class the next day, I ran across the mall and caught up with my best friend.

"You wouldn't believe what happened to me last night!" I blurted. Jeff ran his fingers through his hair and looked at me.

"What crazy thing have you done this time, Gooey?"

"My name's Guy, not Gooey. I was on top of the library-"

"Again!", he chimed in and laughed.

I gave him a look and continued, "-when this incredibly gorgeous guy shows up, and we jacked off together!" Jeff snorted.

He shook his head and said, "Sounds like something you would do. Who was it?"

"That's just it!" I wailed, "I don't know. He pulled up his pants and left without saying a word!"

"When are you going to quit these crazy stunts?" Jeff said sternly. He shook his head again and said, "Why don't you just settle down and study like the rest of us?"

"You call last weekend studying?" I said as I gave him a devilish smile.

He blushed and stammered out, "Well, you know what I mean."

"Jeff, he was, he was...eerie!" Just the memory of him made me breathless.

My friend just scowled and once again shook his head and said, "So are you."

PART 3

I paced the library roof again, watching the shadows, but gave up after four sleepless nights. A couple of weeks later I was back on the roof, the image of what happened a fading memory. Once again I was alone and massaging my meat. Snap! There he was!

His shorts fell to the ground, and this time he turned so I could get a good look at his equipment. What a sight! A good ten inches of heavy pipe, thick and pulsing. Below it hung two monstrous balls, begging to be eaten. My mouth watered. This time I didn't wait.

"Who are you?" I asked, "What's your name?" It was like I hadn't said a word; there was no change in his expression. Those ice blue eyes continued to bore through me as he tugged at his pulsing pole. A thick drop of precum oozed out his piss slit.

"What gives with you?" I stood up. That got a reaction. Without even reaching for his shorts, he shuffled off into the shadows again. I sprinted after him.

"Hey!" He was gone.

PART 4

All around us in the cafeteria students laughed, ate, talked and studied. We carried our trays to a corner table, the sound building a wall of privacy around us. I waved my fork in the air.

"Jeff, I don't know if this guy's an alien, or what!"

"Knowing you," Jeff giggled, "He probably is spacey." I put my fork down and glared at the guy that was supposed to be my best friend.

"Some help you are." I hissed. Jeff's usually soft features became rigid.

"Look, Gooey. I don't know what's gotten into you. Ever since this mysterious thing popped up, you've been acting even stranger than usual. Why don't you just chill out?"

"It's Guy." I snapped. Jeff attacked his tacos.

"Look, are we still on for the game this Thursday?" he mumbled.

"Yeah, I got us tickets."

"Good." He went back to eating, tuning me out.

PART 5

Spring break arrived, and we welcomed the crowds of other college students who converged on the beaches that we local people took for granted. I had a good time screwing everybody I possibly could, especially the seniors. None of them, however, were taken to the library roof.

That was "our special place." The following week I started staying on the roof again, waiting, waiting for his return. I wondered who he was. I hadn't seen him around campus before, or around any of the bars in town. He was so strange, this strong, silent creature. In my mind I nicknamed him Allen. Snap!

I whirled around, and there he was, just inside a shadow, wearing those same white shorts. Without moving his hands, the shorts slid down his legs. Once again before me bounced his beautiful pole. My mouth watered at the thought of taking it.

As though reading my mind, he looked at me, then down at himself, then back at me. I sank to my knees and inched forward. He didn't move. I reached up, and my hand closed around hot pulsing flesh. I licked my lips. His expression did not change. Slowly I eased the head of his hot rod into my mouth, my tongue swirling around it, savoring the salty taste. I sighed, and let the entire shaft ease in my mouth and down my throat, burying my nose in the silky fine hair of his crotch. Becoming more brave, I sucked his cock, easing off and gobbling it in.

He did not move, and his expression remained the same. Undulating my tongue along the vein of his shaft, I let my hands explore his crotch, tickling his balls, feeling his thighs. Moving back, my hands were filled with two soft melon asscheeks, which I kneaded gently. Dare I probe deeper? No, I decided, not yet.

My efforts were paying off when his quivering meat started swelling in my mouth, and his balls drew up, banging my chin. With one last swallow, I pulled off and grabbed the base. He shot wavy streams of viscous fluid across the roof. But there was still no change in his expression! When he was done, I pulled up his sorts and stood up, gazing into his blue eyes. Slowly he opened his mouth.

"Free." The word floated from his lips. He turned around, and I watched as he retreated into the shadows, and was gone.

PART 6

I couldn't wait until morning. I banged on Jeff's dorm door until it parted and two sleepy eyes peered out.

"What!" he snarled. Jeff doesn't wake up easily.

"I did it!" I blurted excitedly, "I did it!"

"Are you in some kind of trouble?" the creature from the deep asked.

"No, but-"

"Then come back tomorrow!" The door slammed in my face. I slept fitfully, not fully awake nor asleep, tossing and turning. Someone called my name softly, from a distance. My eyes opened and I was in a strange room. While the furniture was typical college student, the walls were a strange metallic color, and oddly shaped. What am I dreaming now? I heard a noise and turned, and the door at the other end opened. He stepped inside and closed the door, and smiled.

"What the hell is going on here?" I bellowed. While his mouth didn't move, I heard words in my head.

"Please. Calm. Can't communicate when angry."

"What?" This was getting to be too freaky for me.

"Communicate. You speak sign language?" That was something real. I answered with my hands. He raised his hands.

"Good. Easy communicate." I remembered that sign language doesn't always use full sentences, so conversation could be choppy.

"I watch you." he continued, "I like you. What you think me?" I pointed at him and signed the word "Beautiful." Then I asked what this was all about.

"I not from earth," he signed.

"My place, my people, very rigid. I need to be free." I asked him what "free" meant.

"Free to be. I go to new place. You go with me?" This startled me.

"Where?" I asked aloud, forgetting to sign. He understood.

"Free." he signed. Boy, was this confusing! "I need to think," I responded with my hands.

"You go, you think. Answer not with word, answer with love." I awoke to find myself in my own bed, the covers rumpled. Thoughts of what just happened raced through my head.

"Free. You think. Answer with love." I had no idea what that meant, but I knew I wanted him, wanted to be with him. Without thinking any further, I jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes, and dashed out the door. As I climbed over the library roof ledge, he was already there. I smiled, pointed at him, and signed the letters a-l-l-e-n.

He smiled back, and signed g-o-o-e-y. I saw a mat laying in the shadows, and realized what "Answer with love" meant. Taking his hand, I walked to the edge of the mat, and turned and faced him. Gazing longingly into his eyes, I slowly pulled off my T-shirt.

He tugged at my shorts, which slid to my feet, and I undid the drawstrings on his, which floated down. I moved down to the mat, and lay back, raising my legs. There was no need for hand signs; we communicated with our hearts. Slowly he drifted to me, and fell to his knees. Hard already, there was a huge drop of precum ebbing from the tip of his engorged cock.

He smeared that around the head, leaned forward, and pressed into me. I gasped, and dug my fingers into his thighs. After the head pushed past my sphincter muscle, he held perfectly still while my penetrated pucker adjusted to his pole. Concern flashed across his face, so I nodded to reassure him, while taking a deep breath. He sensed me relaxing, and slowly slid all the way in. My ass was filled with ten inches of hard alien fuck-meat.

Slowly he withdrew, then shoved back in again. This set me on fire, and I nodded at him while grabbing his ass. He pounded me with a steady rhythm, ten inches stretching my hot love canal. Closing his eyes, his hot poker pounded faster, his balls slapping against my ass.

"Yeah, man!" I panted, "Give it to me! Split my guts!" He increased his rhythm, and looked at me with understanding. I grabbed my own twitching meat and jacked in sync to his fuck-shoves, while reaching up and tickling his chest hair and pinching his nipples.

He threw his head back and pummeled me, while my hand moved down and gently tickled his balls, sending shock waves through him. I felt his cock swelling, and then he planted it in as deep as he could. It spasmed, and I felt a warm pool in my belly where he deposited his load. My own engorged cock blasted missile after missile of joy-juice all over my chest and his arms. He collapsed on top of me, and our lips met in joyous fervor.

When I awoke, he was gone. There was a note in front of me.

"Dear Jeff," the note began, "Here's the tickets to the games. You'll have to find someone else to go with, because I've taken off. See you sometime. Guy."

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