The Martian Mambo Mystique

Out one night, looking for a new place to piss-I'm trying to do it doggie style by lifting one leg at a tree. No trees in my house so, pretty much naked, I wandered through the bushes looking for a tree. Found a couple but they were pine trees and I couldn't close to the stalk with my stalk to mark them. After all, that's the purpose of the drill, to leave your scent so others trying to be dogs will find it. Don't people plant elms and oaks-the seeds from which mighty ones grow? Anyway, I heard the infernal whistling noise a Martian craft makes when trying to parallel park in our reality and wasn't getting it done. 

I stood, waiting, to see what this one was up to, wanted or didn't want or were they just dumping the trash? There was a final thud which suggested it was down one way or another. Strolled around and, yep, only ten or fifteen degrees to port but on the ground. The whishing noise while the entry port tried to open but couldn't. After a couple of tries, and bending it, something heavy came through the viewing port which proved to be a Twentieth Century Dumont television set. Then the man himself. Nothing I haven't seen, the three eyes, the lips that can suck anything, you know, the usual. 

He stuck one hand up his butt and gave me the finger with his other, the universal sign for What's up?

In return I swung my cock clockwise in response meaning Nothing Much. Wanta Fuck. Two of his eyes flickered into viewers on which he displayed what kind of fuck, not too vanilla, he wanted my balls pushed inside me while his two foot dick went through my legs and into my ass while he sucked my reservoir of man juice dry. Hadn't done that one in a while so moved a bit closer. One of the fun things about this is letting his schlong reach out,  put it's sucker up your ass then pull you to him. His lips fluttered as he bent over slightly to eat my cock after it was emptied. This was desert. The full meal were my intestines which he was slurping up from my tail. 

Always interesting to see them eat your tallywhacker. With lips and a mouth like that, they could finish it off in one nibble but they preferred, as did I, to have it stretched about twenty inches then, bit at a time, bite off first the head, which they spit out, don't know why, I like good head myself. Sometimes they make a sort of picnic of it, all sit down, relax while they chew on the bone. And the feeling of having your meat eaten! Jesus fucking Christ. Makes hooking yourself up to the vacuum cleaner seem down right boring. Not to mention what's going on in the rear.  But watching my cock go and hearing the fevered chewing as he ate me up, damn, that's a good buffet. Wish I could enjoy it with him but there wouldn't be enough to go around. 

In the rear he's getting ready to go in with the sharp part that comes out when he's firmly attached. Having your prostate cut out, wow, nothing like it, the ultimate massage particularly if you've got one, and I did, who'll mince it inside you before consuming it. That's when he uses that sucker to turn you over on your face while he finishes your ass. Some of them will slice off your butt cheeks, some don't. Mine didn't. 

We laid there while he digested me and gave me a foot massage with his other cock, you know, the one that comes out after he squats and pushes it out. Well, that finishes me. As he's eating my toes, and rubbing the soles, I'm lost, glad I found this dude and make a note to help him get his door straightened or it's gonna be mighty cold up there in the vacuum. 

Now the good part. There's a reason he stuck my nuts inside me. Now he pulls them out and, starting where they join me, foams out a flesh coloured goo that he forms into a new cock. We look at each other trying to decide on the length and girth. I'm thinking something that will scare bulls but he's on some weird sophisticated kick and gives me a ten incher, already tatted with a one pound Prince Albert hanging from the piss hole. We both weigh the formative tool, think, consult, weigh it again and he adds just a scosh more firmness, brings out the veins. 

While this is going on, he's been restuffing my ass with what he took out, all nicely cleaned, any polyps removed, no need to get a colonoscopy for a couple of years. The trunk comes back around, takes each ball and adds a bit to each testicle-tests show that after this, you're more fertile than every Marine on or off duty. The sack is pumped up to contain my newly enhanced testes, drawn down a little, we look, then some more. Gotta get that swing on the low hangers. He cocks one eye and pops up a viewer. I think about it and, yeah, make them look like a cue ball and the eight ball. It's a good look, something I haven't had before.

Pretty much over. I make the sign for how about a beer to which he replies, gas, in the ship, stinks up the place. 

We work at the door so that it both opens and closes, he waves both cocks at me, the universal sign for Later Bro, hops in  only bouncing off one large tree zips off. 

Feels good, the wind on my skin and, looking down, why that cocksucker, my balls glow in the dark