“Nothing. I’m just not in the mood.” Even as I spoke these words, I could feel my blood rushing south.
“Then how about I get you in the mood.” He reached down and cupped my balls.
“Don’t.” I pushed his hand away. I wanted more than anything to give in to him, but my worries outweighed my desires.
“Are you playing hard to get?” a gleeful look came into Uriah’s eyes. “Do you want me to work for it?” He made another grab at me. When I pulled away, he seized my wrist. “Or do you want me to take control? Would that turn you on?”
I shook my head, but he wasn’t looking at my face. He was focused on the part of me I can’t control. At his words, my dick betrayed me, giving an eager bound. Curse my lustful ways. As per-cum beaded my tip, his golden eyes turned to frames. Without warning, my boyfriend grabbed my by the hips and spun me around. Pushing me up against the shower wall, he pinned me with his powerful arms.
“I can’t wait to get inside you,” he hissed, releasing me with one hand to squirt something down my ass crack. What is that? Looking over my shoulder, I saw that he was holding the tube of lubricant. When did he get that? Did he bring it in with him? Was this his plan all along? Placing the bottle on the shelf, Uriah gripped the base of his shaft and started guiding it toward my back door.
“I’m not ready.” I gasped as he kept me pinned with his other arm, both fear and desire coiling in my belly.
“I think you are,” he said, pausing with the head of his behemoth resting between my ass cheeks. “I think you’re more than ready.” When his cock found my hole, he released his grip on the base. Removing the arm that was pressed against my shoulder blades, he grabbed my hips and pulled back hard. In the same motion he surged forward, burying his entire length in one fluid motion. I let out a yelp at the sudden, undeniable fullness. Oh! My! God! He felt even bigger than before! I could feel every pulsing vein! Not giving me even a second to breathe, Uriah immediately started thrusting into me. And every time he pushed forward, he’d pull back on my hips, forcing himself ever deeper. The clapping of our flesh was palpable.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” I hissed as my body exploded in pleasure. Each ram to my prostate sent electricity zipping up my spine. As Uriah continued to slam forward, I couldn’t help the sounds that escaped my lips. Please tell me the shower is drowning me out! I don’t want anyone overhearing this! I made a couple attempts to keep quiet, but I couldn’t quell the groans, moans and cries of ecstasy. Uriah was hitting me so deep it didn’t take long for me to unload all over the shower wall. I expected my boyfriend to finish too, but he kept drilling away. He’d better cum soon or I’m going to pass out! With my fingers splayed against the wall, I was practically vibrating with sensation. And as he continued his relentless pounding, my body continued to pulse. Before long, I felt my body begin to seek another orgasm. I can’t cum again, I thought as my mind clouded over. That’s impossible! Still, my muscles tensed as the pleasure mounted. The tendrils started in my belly then webbed out to every single nerve. My second climax was like nothing I’d ever felt before. My channel quivered violently and my body seized up. My balls tightened a second time, forcing my dick to spew wildly. This time Uriah also came and I felt the heat of his seed as he shot deep inside me. He’s not wearing a condom! Fuck! I’d been too distracted to notice. Despite my angst, my mind was too far gone. I was on cloud nine. The only thing that cut through the haze was the loud whoosh as his wings sprung free. Droplets of water no longer sprayed me as I was shielded by a wall of pale blue feathers. This time my boyfriend didn’t flee as his orgasm coursed through him. His dick convulsed violently with each release. By the time he finished, I felt like I’d received a cum enema. When he pulled out, I almost collapsed. Just like our first time together, my legs had been reduced to jelly. My body trembled as I struggled to stay on my feet. While I recovered, Uriah gently turned me around. His golden eyes gleamed as he gazed intently at me. After a brief pause, he kissed me. It was warm, wet and deep. When our lips parted, a look of concentration came into his eyes. A muscle worked in his jaw as he took deep, controlled breaths. In the blink of an eye, the pale blue feathers disappeared, bringing back cascading beads of water. Uriah let out a sigh of relief and his eyes focused back on me.
“That was amazing!” he whispered, caressing my face. “You are amazing!”
I was too distracted to share his enthusiasm. My heart was still racing and my knees were still wobbly. I could barely stand upright. When I didn’t respond, my boyfriend looked concerned.
“Are you okay?”
“You gave me two orgasms!” I gasped, my mind still spinning.
“Is that a problem?”
“No, but that doesn’t happen. Guys don’t have multiple orgasms.”
“Did it feel good?”
“Yes, but—”
“Then why question it?”
I stood frozen for several seconds, my mouth a gape. How can I not question this? I’ve never had multiple orgasms before, nor have I ever heard or witnessed that happening to anyone else. It must have something to do with Uriah. Is it a size thing? Is his Mammoth cock pounding them out of me? The fact that he hits my prostate on every thrust is definitely a factor. I was never that consistent with any of my exes. I don’t think. Maybe it’s an alien thing. Is his Antomolite-Flyer cock somehow effecting me? I was completely dumbfounded.
“You’ll be okay, right?” Uriah asked, cupping my face when I didn’t respond. “Multiple orgasms aren’t detrimental to your health, are they?”
“No, I don’t, I don’t think so,” I stammered.
My boyfriend smiled and gave me a little smack on the ass. “Okay, good. I’m making it my mission to make you cum as many times in a row as possible.”
I let out a nervous laugh. While the idea was tantalizing, I wasn’t sure I could handle it. After just two orgasms, I’d been on the brink of unconsciousness. I couldn’t possibly take anymore. Then again maybe I could. I know for a fact girls have multiple orgasms all the time. If they can handle it, why can’t I? My dick gave a little twitch. Can Uriah really do that? Can he make me cum over and over and over again? That’s crazy. Still, there’s no point getting nervous or excited. For all I know, my boyfriend’s time in this world is limited.
Chapter 11
Uriah
After Aaron learned the truth about me, I was sure that all my problems were over. My mother could call and text all she wanted, I wasn’t going with her. As a final farewell, I returned her car after dark, but she still wouldn't leave me alone. Whatever. My boyfriend was all that matter. I could sense him pulling away. I just wasn’t sure why. When I finally shut off my phone, everything was perfect. So what's wrong? Why is Aaron retreating? He seemed more than okay with me not being human, but something was obviously holding him back. I was determined to find out what. I was momentarily sidetracked when, after some glorious shower sex, my wings made another unsolicited appearance. Fortunately this time they obediently retreated. Man, that was close! I had questions that needed asking. It might be messy, but if we were to have any hope as a couple, he would have to learn to open up. When we were face to face on Aaron’s bed, I intended to begin the interrogation, but before I could get a word out, he was already talking. His voice was soft, but his face was serious.
“Uriah, that can’t happen again.”
My heart lurched in fear. Did he not enjoy the shower sex? True, I’d been a little over-zealous, but only because I wanted him so badly. Did I overdo it? Had I gone too far? I was sure he’d wanted it. Maybe I was wrong. “I thought you… I thought we…”
He overrode me, his expression softening. “I’m not talking about the sex. That was great. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”
“Then what’s wrong?” My heart was in my mouth.
“You didn’t use a condom. I told you, I don’t have unprotected sex.”
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t want anything separating us.”
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“But we’re both clean. What’s the problem?”
Aaron took a deep breath and let it out. He looked like he was trying to figure out how best to explain. “I know that, but I don’t like taking chances.”
“You think I have some alien disease? Is this because my… you-know-what made you sick? I don’t know why that happened, but I’ve been tested. My mom had it done when we first arrived on Earth.”
“It’s not that,” my boyfriend said, a distant look coming into his eyes. “The thing is, I’ve had unprotected sex before. After Tyler dumped me, I hooked up with some guy at one of his parties. It was a stupid mistake, but whatever. I was feeling like shit and didn’t want to be alone. Anyway, I later found out that that guy had been hooking up with this other dude who I knew was HIV positive. I’ve never been so scared in my life. I immediately got tested. When the results came back negative, I swore I’d never have unprotected sex again. No amount of pleasure it worth the risk.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” Aaron didn’t say anything. “So, you’re really never having condom-free sex again?”
He hesitated. “Maybe someday, but only if it’s with someone I know is clean and who I trust will be faithful.”
“Do you trust me?”
He looked at me, his deep green eyes full of longing. “I want to.”
“You don’t have to worry about me being unfaithful. If my wings come out every time I have sex, my choices are kind of limited.”
Aaron smiled and my heart leapt. “You have a point.” I was preparing to dive into the heart of what had been bothering him this past week, but he was already speaking again. “By the way, do you have anymore condoms?”
“Hmm?”
“If this whole sex thing is going to be a regular occurrence, we’re going to need more…” he gave me a salacious grin. “A lot more.”
My dick might have jumped at his words, his voice and the look in his eyes if I wasn’t abruptly thrown into a cold sweat. I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t want anything separating us during sex, but that was only half the truth. The main reason I hadn’t used a condom in the shower is because I didn’t have one. Perhaps I should have spent less time building up my wing strength and more time locating a store that sold my size. Seeing the look on my face, Aaron’s brow furrowed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I, uh, don’t have anymore condoms.”
“Okay…” He studied me for a second before continuing. “So, where did you get that XXL? We can get some together.”
“I don’t remember.”
“You don’t remember? How long ago did you buy it?”
“Uh…”
“Uriah.” Uncertainly was leaking into his voice. “When did you buy that condom? Why did you forget you had it?”
“Because I bought it a long time ago,” I blurted out.
“How long ago?”
“About two years.”
“What?!”
“It was the one I was going to use with my last girlfriend, but then we got interrupted.”
“You used an expired condom?”
“It wasn’t expired. It still had a couple days left.”
“A couple days! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You were already nervous as it was. I didn’t want to freak you out.”
“Plus you really really wanted sex.”
“And that too,” I admitted sheepishly. “Please don’t be mad. I would never put you at risk.”
“Except for just now when you fucked me bareback.”
“I swear I’m clean.” Aaron still looked unsure. “I can get tested again if you’d like.”
“That’s not the problem.”
“Then what is?”
“You want me to trust you, right? Well, the first step is being honest. If you’re going to use nearly-expired condoms, I have a right to know.”
“Of course…” I hesitated before adding. “That goes both ways, you know.”
“What do you mean?”
“Come on, Aaron. I know something’s been bothering you. Please tell me.”
“Everything’s fine.”
“I know you’re lying. I had to practically force myself on you in the shower.”
“You did force yourself on me.” my stomach gave a nervous clench, but then he smiled. “But I liked it.”
“So, tell me what’s going on.”
My boyfriend continued to look wary so I took his hand. “For a relationship to work, you have to be able to communicate. Trust me, I know.”
Aaron considered this for a moment before giving in. “I know your mother wants you to return with her to your world. Why else would she be calling non-stop?”
“So?”
“Sooner or later you’re going to have to go.”
“What makes you say that? Do you want me to leave?”
“Of course not, but you said your genetic suppressant is diminishing. I’m assuming that means one day it'll be gone. Then what?”
“I’ll have wings around the clock. So what?”
“How will we communicate? Our silences are nice, but every now and then I’ll want to talk to you and get a response.”
“Simple. I’ll teach you sign language.”
“What?”
“When my wings are out, that’s how my mother and I interact.”
“Okay, but what about a job? How will you make money? Or are you going to be the stay at home wife while I bring home the bacon?”
“I have all the money I need.”
“Working two nights as a dishwasher?”
“No, from my home planet. What you refer to as precious metals are far more common where I’m from. To my people gold and silver aren’t rare commodities. That’s how my mother and I have been living. We don’t have a lot of expenses to avoid suspicion, but whenever we need money she just brings gold over and trades it for cash at various pawn shops.”
Aaron stared at me in stunned silence. It took him several seconds to find his tongue. “Well, if you have access to your own private gold mine, why the hell do you have a job?”
“I don’t have access. My mother does. And she can’t bring too much gold over or it will raise suspicion. The last few years she’s been having to make trips to neighboring cities so she doesn’t have to visit the same pawn shop twice.”
“Okay…” Aaron carefully thought this over. “So money’s no object, but when your suppressant does run out, are you going to be okay living in isolation for the rest of your life? Isn’t that the very thing you’ve been trying to escape all these years?”
“I’ll have you.”
“I’m just one person. At some point you’re going to want to socialize. Not to mention I can’t imagine never hearing your voice again.”
“If it really bothers you, I can go back through the portal and get another genetic suppressant.”
“How? You don’t know where the portal is.”
“Are you looking for reasons I should leave?”
“No, I’m trying to be realistic. I don’t want a year to go by when you’ve burned all your bridges only to realize you’ve made a huge mistake. If your mother goes through that gate without you and doesn’t return, can you say without a shadow of a doubt that you won’t have any regrets? In case you’re wondering, the correct answer is no.” When Aaron saw the look on my face, he reached over and took my hand. “Uriah, I want you to stay more than anything in the world, but I don’t want you to go down a path from which you can never return. This is a huge decision. It shouldn’t be made lightly and certainly not for me. It’s your future.”
“What would you have me do?”
“It’s been ten years since you’ve been home, right? Maybe you should go with your mother for now. See what things are like. Then if you change your mind, you can come back. Not only will you be able to make a more informed decision, you’ll also know where the portal is. Then you can cr
oss back and forth whenever you want.”
This hadn’t occurred to me, but Aaron had a point. While my mother feared that the portal would close any day, the last ten years had convinced me otherwise. If I accompanied her now, I would have the knowledge I’d need to survive here when I returned. And I planned to return.
“You’re a genius!” I said, taking his face in my hands. “What would I do without you?”
“Crash and burn,” he replied playfully.
“When we cross over, will you come with me?”
Aaron looked uncertain. “Are you sure? Isn’t this a cathartic moment? I mean, you haven’t been home in ten years. I don’t want to intrude.”
“You won’t be intruding. If you came, I’d feel a lot better about all this.”
“Are you sure humans can even survive on the other side?”
“I’m sure. We breathe oxygen just like you.”
“I won’t lie, I do kind of wonder what an alien planet looks like. But your mom probably doesn’t want me tagging along.”
“Forget her. If she wants me then she’ll have to accept you.”
“Okay.” Aaron’s eyes lit up. “This is kind of exciting!”
“Great!” I whipped out my phone. “I’ll call her and tell her I’m coming.”
“Wait,” my boyfriend grabbed my wrist. “Can we go flying first? I’ve been fantasizing about it all week.”
“Of course.” sliding my cell back in my pocket, I got up. “I’m ready when you are.”
“Let’s do this!”
The first minute or so on the highway was in silence, then Aaron suddenly turned to me, his eyes questioning. “I was just wondering, when your wings are out, why can’t you talk? Why are Flyer’s mute?”
I had an instant flashback of being six years old. I was playing in a puddle near my house. Some of the kids in the nearby village came over and started tormenting me. I don’t remember what they said, but their intent was clear. I was different and I was powerless to defend myself. Not physically or verbally. They hurled their mean words my way and all I could do was cry silent tears. I remember running home, wanting so badly to ask my parents why. Why was I different? Why couldn’t I speak? But I was trapped. My mom and dad knew I was being bullied and they did their best to protect me, but they weren’t always around. When I ran into my mother’s arms, tears streaming down my face, she held me close. “I’m so sorry, Uriah,” she whispered into my ear. “I’m so sorry you’re in pain. People reject what they don’t understand. Those kids don’t see it, but you are special and I love you just the way you are.” Her words were a comfort, but I had so many questions that I couldn’t ask.
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