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“I see.” I said.  Matriarchal societies have
several analogues with human cultures in history.  “So
it doesn’t matter who you gre tin with, then?”
“It matters to me. Erotic massage I must like him or her.”  Lar
stood, approached me with a thrust to his hips.  “I like
you.”
I goggled.  Lar and I had been honest with each
other, but this!  But Lar was almost my only friend
among the Lati. Erotic massage What was I to do?  My college classes,
some scant five years before, hadn’t told me about how
to fight off an amorous advance from an alien!
But it had, I realized.  The Krith were squidlike
creatures, but their form of greetings was, to put it
bluntly, to have sex with them, a brief enough affair
for the Krith with its quick squirt of sperm into the
female’s sexual opening. Erotic massage But humans had to copulate
with them at every meeting, or face explusion from their
culture.
Morals vary from planet to planet, even among
humans.  I had to be sure.
“I like you, too.” I said.  “But I’m not sure….”
Lar looked exasperated.  “I have watched your body
when we swim together. Erotic massage I have watched your eyes.  You
watch me.  Do you not want me?”
Want a beautiful teenaged boy?  Man, that is? “Of
course I want you.”
“Then that is enough.” Lar said, and kissed me.
I kissed him back, stooping down to match faces
with him (Lati stand only five feet high), and I felt
his tongues slide into mine. Erotic massage I matched his two slender
tongues with my bigger one, and felt them wrap around my
tongue as they were more prehensile than ours.  Lar
tugged gently at my tongue, much as we would suck a
tongue into us with our passion and the tug at the base
of my tongue was enough.
I pulled myself back, not letting go of my hug, my
arms around him and his around mine, and said, “It’s not
enough!  I look at you, and I don’t see how we’re going
to do it!  Damn it, we’re not built alike!”
Lar said, “I will manage, and so will you.  Enjoy.”
he said and pressed against me, and I felt his sex
organ, stiff and erect (!) push against me at mid-thigh.
I gave it up, and let Lar pull my jumpsuit open, him
tugging at the unfamiliar zipper but managing, bringing
it down to my waist, his hands reaching in to play with
my nipples, those extraordinarily fascinating things to
the Lar.  He pinched them pretty hard!
“Ouch!” I said. Erotic massage “Easy, Lar, they’re delicate.”
“I’m sorry, Norton.” Lar said and reached down to
kiss them in apology.  His dual tongues lapped at the
nipple, and I groaned in appreciation.  He had such
control of those tongues, and used them as though expert
in how to please a man.
I shuffled the jumpsuit down from my arms, and it
fell down around my knees. Erotic massage I didn’t wear undershorts
(not in the hot Lati climate!) and so my penis pushed
against his stomach.
Lar knelt then, a pretty boy on his knees in front
of me, and his tongues darted over and around my cock,
tugging gently at it, his tongues manipulating the
foreskin like gentle, flexible fingers, warm and wet.
I was soon so hard it hurt, and Lar stood up.  “Now you
do me.” he ordered.
I knelt down and pulled aside his groin flap, and
Lar undid it, tossed it aside, was naked to me.  I
studied the erect organ with fascination.  It was a
hollow tube, perhaps three inches across. Erotic massage What do you
do with a hollow penis?
I treated it like any cock I had ever sucked,
taking it all in my mouth and working it back and forth.
Lar seemed indifferent to this, his organ drooped.  I
experimentally stuck my tongue inside it and Lar groaned
out “Ih!  Ih! (Yes!  Yes!)”, so I now knew what to do.
I lapped inside Lar’s cock as hard and fast as I
could, the taste of it slightly salty and moist, but not
at all unclean or unpleasant. Erotic massage This tube had no other
purpose than sex, unlike our own penises.  It stayed
perfectly clean, closed tight until the Lati male was
stimulated, and so it would open to allow entrance.  But
to what?
No matter, Lar enjoyed my lapping inside of him,
immensely, and soon was bucking and groaning in a way I
thoroughly understood. Erotic massage He was close to orgasm.  I
pulled out and stood up.
Lar gasped and kissed me, hard.  I picked him up
and carried him to the bed.  I had another idea on how
to make love to my blue alien lover.
Lar lay back on the bed, his “e-tar-a” (penis) a
rigid tube standing above him, fully eight inches high
from his small frame.  Erotic massage He looked at me with his catlike
eyes, irises dilated to wide circles, looking at me in
awe.  “What do you want?” he asked me, eager but afraid,
as though now-unsure of how we humans made love.
I smiled.  “I will not hurt you.” I said, and I
reached for the tube of lube I kept (though the only
human for a thousand miles at this time, it never hurt
to be prepared!), slathered my penis carefully and
liberally.  “I want to try this.” I said.
I knew that the female Lati had a penis-like organ,
which is why I had first thought them males, and so I was
going to do what the Lati couples obviously did.
I carefully sat on his thighs and reached for his
e-tar-a, guided it down to align with my penis, carefully
inserted it.
Tight!  Tighter than any human ass I’d ever fucked.
Lar squirmed beneath me, not in pain or fear, but trying
to accomodate my huge, alien penis in his e-tar-a.  The
lube helped, and I got the head inside (glad I am uncut,
if I’d had to force a naked cockhead in, I probably
couldn’t have done it). Erotic massage I gently pushed inside, and Lar
said, “Wait, let me.” and pushed me back until I was on
my knees.  Lar got on one knee, and thus raising himself
until our organs matched, reinserted my cock into his
e-tar-a, this time gently pushing it until the base of
my cock touched the lips of his e-tar-a.
The pleasure! Erotic massage I cannot describe it other than to
say that the Lati must have muscles inside their
e-tar-a, to be able to do what he did, which was to work
my penis in repeating ripples that milked it downwards
into his body.  Was it conscious, or is that how Lati
made love?  I didn’t and don’t know, but I know that it
was wonderful, better than any human mouth could have
done.
We sat perfectly still, face to face, kissing while
Lar’s e-tar-a milked at my cock, the rippling effect
gradually growing stronger and stronger, the ripples
wider and thicker, milking me harder and faster with each
ripple.