Owen’s Journeys

Hey! I’m Owen. Human Male, age 20 (at least, that’s when I froze my aging process). 

I’m the greatest whore in the galaxy. 

I mean that literally, I’m a prostitute, the only human one out here in the vast expanse of space, which is by design. See, humans excrete a pheromone that is a highly prized male fertility drug across the Milky Way. One whiff of my human sweat, and anything with a penis will be instantly rock hard. If I let a guy taste it, he’ll become overwhelmed by an uncontrollable urge to fuck my brains out. 

If I let the aliens know where Earth is, the human race would all by taken and turned into sex slaves to be fucked nonstop by every man in the galaxy; like I was when I first came out here. I can’t let that happen. So instead I’ve spent the past few centuries guarding my home planet, keeping it hidden away, and selling my body and my pheromones only to those who can afford it. 

But sometimes I give it away for free. If a guy’s hot enough. I mean, I do love getting fucked after all. 

Lately I’ve been traveling with a cruise liner, as an on-ship whore in a massive luxury cabin, but our tour recently ended. We’ve been docked at a seedy space station for a few days for repairs before heading back to one of the central planets. 

With no hope of finding a paying client, I decided to go and see if there are any locals worth my time at the station. I ran my fingers through my short brown hair, to make it look perfectly disheveled, and threw on some pants and a leather jacket. No shirt tonight. I wanted to show off my nicely defined abs. I feel like I’m halfway between a twink and a jock. I definitely lift weight and have definition, but I’m still pretty slender. So the “no-shirt” look really works for me. Before I left I threw a translator on my wrist, and hid a micro-ray-gun in my jacket pocket, just in case of danger. 

Walking through the station I saw a large variety of shops, selling different alien cultures' foods and fashions. There was a couple secondhand shops. One just focused on entertainment, selling books, music, erotica, and games. Another had a suspicious looking guard out front. He was kinda scary, but kinda sexy. Easily 10 feet tall with scaly green skin and horns everywhere. A huge scar across his face forced one eye closed. 

I considered releasing my pheromones for a minute, but decided against it. I wanted a drink first. 

One of the many surgeries I’ve gotten since coming out into space is a pheromone control device. With my special human scent, it’s really a necessity. I can control exactly how much of my pheromones are released, if any are at all. Typically day-to-day I keep them off, otherwise everywhere I went would be a mess of people trying to fuck me. 

Eventually I reached a dingy-looking dive bar with what looked like an upside down “V” on the door. This is a pretty common symbol indicating a gay bar in space. It represents two penises touching tips. It was packed inside with traders, repairmen, and who knows what else. A group was loudly singing in the back, maybe they were celebrating something? Clearly this place wasn’t too strict with any rules, a purple man with long hair was on his knees, sucking on the fat dick of his friend in one corner. A huge hairy man with tusks was plowing some twink against the side of a booth. HadI accidentally found a sex bar? Perfect. 

I went up to the bar, packed with patrons, and saw a few turn to catch my eye. As I slid up between the crowd, I saw a few checking me out. It was a tight squeeze, and I got pushed against a beefy man in an unzipped mechanic’s  jumpsuit. He caught me as I was knocked over by a group of drunk patrons. 

“Watch out there cutie.” He said. He was pretty sexy. It’s always hard to judge the ages of aliens, but I’d guess if he were human he’d been in his mid-fourties. He was only a few inches taller than me, but a much more thickly muscled man, probably from long hours working on ships in the dock. His open mechanic’s jumpsuit showed off a tank top underneath that was struggling to contain his massive, hairy pecs, and his gut, which clearly had a layer of fat over a thick muscular core. His hair was buzzed short, as was his beard, and he had big black eyes under equally big, equally black brows. If it wasn’t for his maroon skin, you could have thought this was just a sexy human daddy. Though few humans have bulges as big as the one at his waist. 

He saw me glance down at the heavy-looking strain his cock was making against the canvas fabric. He reached down and adjusted it, to show off for me a little. 

“Hey, buy you a drink?” 

I’m certainly not one to shy away from anything free. Especially not from a guy like this. 

I slid closer into him at the busy bar. “Sure, I’ll have a korep.” (That’s kinda like halfway between a beer and red wine? They’re super tasty, and have a reputation for getting people horny). 

The mechanic raised his eyebrow and grinned, knowing the drink’s reputation. He called over the bar-man “Two koreps Donny. And let’s get two shots too.” 

Oh so this man wanted to get me drunk. Well that’s fine with me.

“I’m Nosman. I work at the ship docks.” He said, as he raised a hand under the back of my jacket, resting his hand on my bare lower back. “I have to say, nothing as beautiful as you has ever come into this bar. What’s your name?”

“I’m Owen. I work on the cruise liner.”

“Oh yeah, I did some work on your engine. Well, your ship’s engine. Though I wouldn’t mind getting a look at your own exhaust port.” 

I rolled my eyes at the trashy pickup line. “Does that line work often for you Nosman?” I said, after sipping my korep.

“Yeah, it does.” He said. Then downed his shot. Damn, his brutish confidence was actually turning me on. I wanted to get back at him, so I released a little hint of my pheromones, only in his direction. 

“Fuck.” He said, pulling me against his body. He wrapped both arms around me now, and sunk his nose against my neck. “You smell so good. I just wanna destroy you.”

I could feel his cock pulse against my stomach as he breathed in. The thing was clearly massive, and I wanted it inside me. 

Nosman put one hand on the back of my head, pulling my close against him. His massive maroon pecs filled my frame of view. I could smell his sweat, dried from the long workday, but not yet washed off, as I rested my head against his thick left pec. I reached my hands down into his jumpsuit, snaking them along his sides until I got to the bottom of his shirt. He wasn’t wearing anything else under here, no pants, no underpants, so when I pulled my right hand down a little further, my wrist brushed up against the head of his penis, precum covering me where we made contact. I felt him lick my neck, and knew that could only mean one thing. 

“Fuck.” He gutterally moaned into my ear. “Come with me to the bathroom.” 

“Any day of the week.” I said, downing the rest of my korep. 

He spun me around, and pushed me into the back of the bar, barely letting go of me at all, grinding his cock against the butt of my pants as we went. Everyone who saw us could easily tell what we were going to the bathroom for, which was such a turn-on for me. 

Nosman pushed me through the doors, then down onto my knees in front of the urinals where some guy was smoking some sort of joint. “Oh shit, a show” the stoner said. 

Nosman pulled his jumpsuit off his shoulders and dropped it to his ankles, allowing his heavy cock freedom of movement, and allowing me to finally see what I was working with. Like the rest of his body it was maroon, but darker, almost black at the tip. It was incredibly humanoid, with a foreskin, and thick sexy veins running along his shaft. But it was massive. Easily 14 inches, It was as long as my forearm, and as thick as my bicep (and I may be slender, but I definitely lift! My biceps are well defined!) Below that hung 4 grapefruit-sized testicals in a loose and hairy ballsack. 

I didn’t hold back anything anymore, I fully allowed my pheromones to release, and dove into his sack. I let the massive cock, weighed down by the artificial gravity, rest against my head, dribbling precum like a broken faucet into my hair. I looked up at Nosman, with his cock covering the right half of my face. 

“Damn you’re fucking cute.” He said. He picked up his cock from the base, and slapped it against my face a few times. That sent precum flying everywhere, across my face, onto his shirt, even onto the guy smoking by the urinal. 

“Fuck yeah!” Stoner guy said. 

Nosman reached down and pulled his tank top over his head, freeing his muscle gut and heavy pecs. 

I started licking the cock from base to head, back and forth with my tongue. I lapped up the precum that had dribbled down his length, it tasted salty and bitter and delicious. I knew I needed more of it. I opened my mouth wide and began to swallow the head of his cock, running my tongue along his slit to get all of the precum I could, as I stroked his length with both hands. I could barely connect my fingers to each other, that’s how thick it was. 

Another one of my surgeries came into play next, allowing my to stretch my jaw and throat far beyond what any normal human could, as I began to force myself down his massive cock. Back when I was a high schooler on earth this guy Ian used to tease me for having blow job lips, not knowing just how right he was. My big, pouty lips made their way inch by inch down this sweaty alien cock, feeling the veins as they pulsed, until eventually I was nose-deep in Nosman’s short black pubes. 

“Fuuuuuuuuck boy. You suck cock like a champion.” He said as I gently began to bob my head back and forth on the last few inches of his cock. 

At his base he was wildly thick. Even with a hand on either side of his cock, my fingertips couldn’t touch each other. I dropped one hand down to this man’s many balls, feeling their weight in his sweaty sack. I REALLY wanted to get fucked hard tonight, so I decided to release my full pheremones in sweat form, on the palm of my hand. I raised my sweaty hand up towards the alien’s mouth, hoping he would lick it, and he did not disappoint. Nosman’s wide tongue caressed my palm, licking my sweat, and taking the full potency of my power. 

I looked up, watching as he moaned with the pleasure of my pheromones hitting him, and then his brows furrowed in an expression of dominance. “FUCK BOY.” He shouted.

He shoved me against the wall. His dick slipped out of my mouth with a sloppy “plop” as saliva and precum went flying. He roughly realigned his cockhead against my lips and shoved. His cock buried itself deep in my throat. He pulled out and then went again. And again. And again. Any tension, stress,and  frustration he had felt that day channeled itself into pure sexual aggression as he punched his 14 inch cock down my throat. His balls slapped against my chest with each thrust.

I unbuckled my pants and pulled my own cock out. It was only half as long as his, but I was pretty proud of it. Saliva dripped down from my mouth, and I caught it with my hand, using it to lube up my own cock. I could feel Nosman pushing up the pace, getting faster and faster, so I completely turned off my pheromones and pushed him back. He looked at me in a confused stupor for a couple of seconds. But when I stood up and dropped my pants, he got the picture. I bent over the sink, and he aligned his deep red dick with my bright pink hole. 

I reactivated my pheromones again, just as he slipped his thick wet cock into my hole. I was glad my hole was flexible, and self-lubricating (thanks to yet another surgery) as the thick beast spread me open. I moaned as I felt the thick cockhead roughly push into me with a jerk. 

“Sorry. I just couldn’t help myself.” 

“I know!” I said with a laugh, which turned itself into another moan as he pushed another inch into me. His cock head was resting against my prostate now as he began push the first few inches in and out now, bumping against my prostate over and over. I began to drip precum of my own onto the already sticky bathroom floor. 

Nosman leaned down and licked my shoulders, and my neck. That would be it. He had taken enough of my pheromones to completely lose control now. He had been fucking me with only the first three inches, but that was done now. 

With a rough shout Nosman pushed the remaining 11 inches into my hole, burying his cock completely inside me. I screamed in pleasure as the feeling overwhelmed me too. The thickness filled me with pulsing heat. His pubes scratched against my hole, making me want more. 

Nosman pulled out and pushed back in in rapid succession, enthralled by my hole. His monster cock made me lose control too, I pushed my hole back into each of his thrusts. Feeling his balls slap against my taint. 

I caught my reflection in the sink mirror, and saw Nosman glaring deep into my reflection’s eyes. His thickly muscled arms flexed and veiny as they held my hips. His hairy pecs and belly jiggled with each slap of his cock into my hole. 

I could hear loud moaning, and it took me a minute to realize it was me, moaning from his cock stretching my insides loose. 

My eyes rolled halfway back as he kept fucking me deep. This was heaven. This is what I was made for. 

He was building up speed again, slapping against me faster and faster. Harder and harder with each thrust. He was getting close. I started jerking my own cock, knowing a fucking this hard makes me cum easily. 

Suddenly Nosman pushed himself fully inside me, somehow getting slightly deeper than before, until even the beginnings of his pubes were inside me. He wrapped his beefy arms around me and crushed me against his thick frame, as he came. 

I could feel each of his four balls coming one by one. Each gushing grapefruits' worth of alien seed into me. This pushed me over the edge, and I shot my load all over the bathroom mirror. 

Nosman held me tight, panting and dripping sweat as he came down from his orgasm. I gradually pulled my pheremones back, letting him return to normal. 

He slowly, inch by inch, pulled his cock out of me, allowing his copious seed to spill across the bathroom floor. He collapsed to the ground, exhausted. He leaned against the wall, his heavy pecs bouncing with his ragged breath. I got onto my knees and started sucking all the cum off his cock as it began to soften and shrink down. Nosman let out another “fuck” this one much quieter than those before. 

I finished and looked up at him. He was gazing at me with a gentle smile. “That was great, boy. How long you on the station for? We gotta do that again.”

Before I could answer, we were interrupted by more cum covering both of us. We looked over at the stoner guy, who had five small dicks, which had each just shot cum over Nosman and I. 

“Sorry!” He said. 

“You’re good! Glad you enjoyed the show!” I said. And the three of us laughed. 

I fell into Nosman’s arms, exhausted and full of cum. “Wanna come back to my bunk and do it again?”

“Of course!” I said.