If you've never left Earth, you can never understand that when you stand on an alien world, no matter how friendly it may be in terms of air and animals and plants and weather, your body feels the difference, it's way down deep inside your body that this is the wrong place for Mankind, it feels wrong, it feels unfriendly, it feels...alien. You've probably met an alien visiting Earth and felt a little of it, imagine feeling a LOT of it.
I was standing in the back yard of our house, on the world we had named Nefertiti, which I was told meant, "the beautiful one has arrived," looking up at the three moons that are interlocked with each other, and which were in full moon phase in our sky. Together they were about the size of Earth's Moon, but each of them was distinct and globular and they shone together enough to show me the trees that weren't trees, the grass that wasn't grass, and the house that we lived in, large and pre-fabricated and boxy and wrong. The three moons revolved in a retrograde orbit to the rotation of this world, so fast that if you watched long enough, you could see them moving overhead, chasing each other around and around across the sky.
This wasn't home. This would never be home! How could it be home, when everything was wrong?
I turned my eyes from the trio of Winken, Blinken and Nod, and looked instead for the hexagon of six stars that was called Stacey's Circle, inside that circle, too dim for me to see, was Sol, our solar system, our world, Earth. I felt like crying.
"Hey, Revik!" came a familiar male voice. Of course it was familiar, our colony was so small, we all knew each other. His name was Julon and he was a master tech who worked on the colony's terrascaping machines. I spoke with him frequently and he taught me about the plants that lived and thrived around us, and I was glad he was here tonight. I could use a friend right now.
He walked closer, a large, strong-bodied man with a face and hair and eyes that had entranced most women and many men with the intense sexual shudder of being near such a male specimen of humanity, straight black hair dark as night, eyes even darker with sparkles of white light that seemed to burn from within, skin the color of sand, features in perfect harmony with each other, the face that had earned countless fortune in media, from the Arrow Collar Man to Rudolf Valentino to Antonio Banderas to Vanam Prinell of Vega Prime 6. The kind who look at you in the eyes, and you feel like they're looking right into your soul.
He put a friendly hand on my shoulder. "What are you doing, skywatching?"
"Looking toward Earth."
"Ahhhhh!" That was a soft sigh, which said he understood and sympathized and shared it, all in one. "Feeling homesick?"
"Sort of," I admitted. "Don't you feel that way sometimes?"
"Not really," he said. "This planet is wonderful, once you get used to it. Clean air and water, no viruses or bacteria that like the taste of us, and most of all, a lot of elbow room. Just the two hundred and seventy-five of us on this entire world. And ten children, of course."
"Two hundred and fifty men and twenty-five women, all of them already married. Going to be hard for you to get married until the next ship in ten years' time," I clarified mostly to tease him. When a man looks like Julon, you want to make him smile.
He smiled, but not the way I intended. "Oh, that's the best part, for a man like me."
"Oh," I said and dropped the subject, looked out at the land. "I wish the trees looked more like trees and the grass looked more like grass."
"Different life forms to fit a different world. Evolution here followed pretty closely to Earth's, you know.
"Not closely enough," I complained. "I just feel so...out of place."
"You'll adapt, you're young. Give it time, this is going to feel just like home."
"I hope so," I said. "It's so...so lonely."
His hand had never left my shoulder in all that time, and now he moved closer and let the arm slide all the way around my shoulders and pulled me against his broad chest. "You're not alone, Revik," he said softly.
With his arm around me, I felt brave enough to say, "I miss Earth."
"Earth is right here, Revik. Right beside you."
I turned and looked and he had knelt and I was looking right into his face, his smile....his eyes. Those eyes that shone right into my soul.
I don't know if he kissed me or I kissed him, next, but we were kissing and it wasn't the swift peck of my mother or father, this one went on and on and I tasted his lips and my tongue licked at them and his tongue came out and dove into my mouth and I suckled on it like I would a sweet bit of hard candy.
His hands roamed over my small body, which thrilled as they moved over me and I said huskily, "There is a patch of mattress grass over there," I pointed to a place a little further from my home and to the right, in the direction of the three moons shining in the eastern sky.
He smiled, stood, and then, under the three moons' glow, we walked hand-in-hand over to where the mattress plant, a large oval-shaped pad-like plant that was one of the really nice things about this new place we lived, you could lie on it and feel the warmth of the two suns shining on you and enjoy the long, thirty-two hour day. It covered as much room as a double-bed, and I climbed onto it and laid on my back. Julon, smiling like a panther, climbed on after me and into my open arms, and I reached my hand down to his waist and found the two recessed buttons at his waist. I depressed both of them, and that opened the fly of the lower part of his form-fitting clothing. I wore a similar version myself. His clothing was forest green with lighter green highlights, mine was similar in light blue with darker red highlights though their colors were washed out in the darkness lit only by the three moons. All we could see in the three moons' shine was two shades of gray, like the dark gray of his clothing was pouring over me, and we kissed.
His strong hands opened the fly of my own lower clothing and he slid the trouser-like material down my body. I gasped as he pulled the fabric off of my body, leaving me bare from my waist down to my toes. I wriggled them in their unexpected freedom, and he pushed his own lower clothing down to his knees and laid back down on top of me, and I felt his manhood, thick, stiff and throbbing, pressing on my upper legs. "Ahhhhhhhh, Julon!" I sighed.
"You're not alone, Revik," He whispered in my ear. "You're never alone."
"Don't leave me, Julon!" I begged him. "Please, promise me you'll stay nearby."
"Of course," he said. "It's why I found you outside here tonight. My home is being put together next door."
"Good!" I breathed.
"May I make love to you now?" he asked me, as was the custom.
"Yes," I agreed. "But...but how are we going to do it now." That had come into my mind as he had removed my lower clothing, but I hadn't spoken then.
"Are you forgetting your lessons in the local plant life?" he asked me. "There's an oil plant right next to us." He raised up on his knees, his proud prong an arc of male tumescence in front of him.
He was right, I had learned about the plant but not noticed this one's presence. The oil plant has small bulbs on it that feeds the insects who come to pollinate the plants. But this food is a soft, smooth oil that Mankind was beginning to learn about. "Well, that's handy."
"Call it fate, the way this new world is saying, 'Welcome Revik, we want you to live here.'" Julon said.
He picked a plump bulb and gave it a gentle squeeze and got a handful of oil. He rubbed it on his cock, which I could now see was a gentle seven inches in size. As he squeezed it into his hand, a butterglow fluttered out of the oil plant, in the darkness it looked like a butterfly outlined in shiny gold strands, as if an Earth butterfly (which it resembled) had been carefully done in fluorescent paint. They were lovely and this one fluttered around a while over us as Julon again lay down atop me.
"Are you ready?" He asked me.
"I am ready," I agreed. He touched his cockhead to my sphincter, and then pushed gently at me. Julon was a very gentle man, as you can tell, and he was so considerate as he pushed his cock further into my bowels. My every moan caused him to pause, though my moans were of pleasure not discomfort. Each time I urged him to not stop, keep pushing into me. I wasn't content until he had the entire seven-inch length firmly imbedded in my body. "Mmmmmmm, Julon, that's nice, so very nice!" I told him.
"Yes," he sighed to me like a soft wind. "Yes, you are."
His motions as he moved his cock in and out of me was as gentle as the boat sitting idle on a lake rocks gently back and forth. His flare as it bumped my prostate was hitting me in separate contacts, so that I felt each flash of joy as a distinct sensation to my body's vitals. It was magnificent, Julon was fast enough to inflame my desire but slow enough to cause it to be a slow, wafting, easily rising toward climax as softly as the three moons overhead moved in their retrograde motion. They were already two-thirds of the way toward setting in the west and their phase was into the final quarter.
My joy was growing and my eagerness to share completely in this moment combined to drive my desire to a level almost animal. I gave a grunt then a growl and I gripped Julon and rolled him over onto his back, surprising him and then, myself now straddling him, I began to bounce up and down on his hard shaft, milking him, riding him, taming the beast in me by feeding its frenzy and making it move my body in an impassioned embrace.
The cooling air of the night caused the butterglows to come out from their nests in profuse assembly and they filled the sky around us, their glow not enough to light the two of us but their flashing wings as they flapped gave a surreal, otherworldly taste to our lovemaking.
"Oh, oh, Revik, you're so fast, I can't hold out very long if you keep this up!" Julon protested.
"I know, and I don't care!" I panted as I rammed myself with his prick. Julon was groaning under me, his divinely handsome face surrendering to his passion and he stared at me and his face now did not transfix me, it pleaded with me to become its guide, and lead it to the conclusion that it was starved for. His muscled hands gripped the front of my upper thighs as he moaned and craved the surcease of orgasm. My own passion flamed inside of me and consumed me entirely, I was a blazing fire at Julon's midsection and my desire reached the powder keg in my brain that fires during climax, and it exploded like a fireball.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" I gasped. "I'm coming, Julon, I'm coming!"
"Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!" Julon groaned in his turn. "I'm right, with you, uh, uh, uh!"
"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh!" I was no longer methodically rapid atop Julon's manhood, I was moving in manic motions designed to wrench orgasm from my body at all costs.
"Uhhhhh, uhhhh, uhhh, uhhhh, uhhh!" Julon agreed.
"AHHH-AHHH-AHHHH!"
"UHHH-UHHH-UHHHH!" Julon's face turned crimson in gray, enough that I saw the darkening of his face in the light of the waning trio of satellites about to dip below the mountains that made up the Great Western Range where they would plunge into the waters of the Aquamarine Ocean.
"AHHH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I cried out in my joy as my young cock throbbed and strove to jet out jism that was not yet ready for ejection from their warm, dark home.
"KUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Julon rose up to where he was almost vertical with his back arched to take his head to that height, his face was a rictus of glorious rapture that was transmogrifying his soul while contorting his handsome face into a comical contortion, a distorted cartoon of a man.
His hot spunk jetted up into my bowels as I moaned in my own joy, my climax flooding through me, washing away my being, leaving a new one, so like to the old as to be almost identical but not quite for it was coated with incandescent ecstasy remembered from its embers that glowed within me.
"Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh!' Julon was still caught in his last ergs of orgasm that still tossed his spirit back and forth like an obscene beach ball, and he was punctured, deflated, and shrank down into his former self, breathing hard, his face restored to a handsome frame glowing from the glint of sweat that coated his skin and made it glow like a new born babe.
I lay down upon him, his cock still imbedded inside me and still stiff but not as hard as it had been while I was riding him like a wild stallion is ridden by a cowboy intent on breaking it to the saddle.
"Oh, jeez, Julon, that was transdimensional!" I told him sincerely.
"It was better than the usual handjob," he agreed.
I playfully slapped his face for that and he laughed as I did, and I sighed.
Around us, the pilot bugs emerged, their small but bright lights criss-crossing over the scene. As they flew, as if they were the signal the other glowbugs were waiting for, they all came out and began to fly around, flickering their unique shades of red, or blue, or purple, or yellow, until the very night was a dazzling light display.
"There it is," Julon said in satisfaction.
"What?"
"The glowbugs. It's their mating season and I wanted to watch it. The females have no light at all, they fly in search of the proper color of the male and the brighter he can flash, the better."
"They do this every night," I said. I had watched this every night for a while, until it became mundane and expected. "They'll be done with it in an half hour or so."
"That's what I meant, I came out early to see it. And there they go."
A percentage of the glowbugs were flying upwards as they had found their mates, the losers were returning to their nests or plants, to feed and try again the next night.
As quickly as they had come, the glowbugs were gone, either mating above us, or retiring to presumably jack off in their nests.
"Now, wasn't that a beautiful sight to see?" Julon asked me.
"Yeah, it was pretty."
"A lot of this world is beautiful, Revik, if you'll let it be." Julon said.
"Things like you, for example?" I teased him.
He chuckled as his now-flaccid cock fell out of my ass. I took that as the signal to roll off of him and lie beside him on the mattress plant.
"Things like this plant, a bed you can find on this world no matter where you look," Julon said. "The butterglows, the glowbugs, the pilot bugs. And even the moons, aren't they beautiful? As beautiful as Earth's Moon, only we get three of them, and they are a lot more active than old Luna ever was."
"Okay, okay, I'll give this world a shot," I agreed. "As long as you're with me."
"Oh, you can count on that," Julon said and leaned over to kiss me.
In that moment, I began to feel at home, as the three moons dipped below the horizon and blinked out of sight, leaving us in the deep, soft warmth of this new world.
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