Thread: Some very pornographic literature

It was late at night, on Island Sigma-nine-Eco-Sigma, also known as Island Nineteen, colony six, planetary body Eco-sigma. The sky was lit by a light green-blue glow, from the large planetary body in which Eco-sigma stood in constant orbit. The sea below, infested with the phosphorescent algae-synth-substance-synthate that was still required in this early colonisation period to provide oxygen, also gave off a light green-blue glow. Colonist John Bareaern, sitting on a small plastic-metal synthetic pier, thought back to the night before, as the silvery metallic mineral-wash that sat as a light scum on the beach below glowed similarly. He had spent the night with some hot young dudes in Brothel six. There had been three of them, and despite the small size of the colony, named Karlzvil, he had not yet had time to get to know them. What he had had time to get to know, however, was their hot young bodies, and their tight young assholes. Joe had been the youngest of them, barely twenty Eco-sigma period-years old, and as such barely legal. He had been gorgeous, his short blonde hair standing out against his dark olive skin, his short clipped blonde pubes highlighting his beautiful perfect six inch penis. He had taken a job at the brothel because he had nothing else to do at that young age, and he had been born, like John, on planet. Alec had long hair, framing a pale freckled face. His body was perfectly shaped, his hips pale beneath Johns hands. John thought back, as he smoked a rolled synth-material narcotic cigaretesque, to watching Joe lick Alecs tight ass, his hands stroking his legs, as he jacked off over the two of them. He had taken up a position in the brothel for fun, and had prior worked as a clerk in the colony-directorial office of Town-six-alpha-colony-center-six, which was yet to be named, before taking up a position as a sex-whore-bitch in Brothel six. There were eight brothels in Karlzvil, a small town but a major center of the sex trade in Colony-segment-Eco-Sigma-six-one-nine-one-beta-six-nico-six. While most of them focused on the bisexual side of the market, Brothel six focused on the manly side of the clientele-group of the Colony-segment. It was a short ride by colony-water-craft via piers and docks in both Karlzvil and Town-six-alpha-colony-center-six to any major port facility in the local region. While Karlzvil was a much more recently settled colony, Town-six-alpha-colony-center-six was a planned development, rather than an impromptu town set up by a few enterprising residents. Most of its five-thousand inhabitants refered to it as alpha-colony. John took another drag of his cigaretesque, and lay back on the dock. The air was warm, as it was at all times of year, and he thought of going for a swim. There was little in the way of wildlife, but you would occasionally see a gene-engineered macro-fish swim past, its gold-day-glo scales showing up through the green-blue water like a lamp in the night. And gene-engineering did not only apply to the fish on Eco-sigma as had been a proposal from the early stages of colonisation, gene-engineering applied to the people also. Like the third gorgeous man-whore who John had shared his bed with last night, and who he was hoping to meet today. His name, Ali, was beautiful, as was his engineered gold skin, and his gene-engineered desire to be rammed hard up the ass and made his boyfriends bitch. He had arrived in town mysteriously three period-years prior the period years designed to mirror the natural aging of the human body, so the average man would live, much like his historical antecedents on whichever long-lost world had once been the home of humanity, whose name varied from vessel-system to vessel-system, star-system to star-system, station-system to station system, system-language to system-and language to language. In the language John spoke, System-sigma-eco-con-lang-eight-four-alpha, it was called Edi-zi-the, or The Lost Home. John often wondered about what this world was like. As, he had spoken with in the hot steamy Eco-sigma night, his finger in Alis mouth as he rammed his tight golden-brown ass, did Ali. Ali had worked prior to docking at Alpha-colony as a crewman on a light hover-sea-craft, serving drinks behind the bar, he had mentioned to John, between gasps as John stroked his gene-enhanced body. Ali was designed to work as a linguist and diplomat, but had failed to meet expectations. He instead worked, in his current capacity, as a sexy man-whore in brothel-three. He had a very heightened sense of awareness, as well as a very heightened sense of sexual arousal. His mother had died in childbirth, and his father of medical complications soon afterwards, and so he had been raised on a far away segment of the planetary object. Eco-Sigma was an object in the early stages of colonisation, and so habitation-forming had been completed over one thousand period-year-segments ago, it was still farely sparsely populated, with less than ten million residents on a body the size of the long lost homeland of humanity. John had listened to the story of Alis past, his hands on his hips, his manly cock buried deep in his tight ass, as Joe and Alec sat there beside them. Usually in a whorehouse full of sexy man whores, there was just sex, but tonight was a unique experience for John. He had more than just meaningless, hot, passionate sex with people who he would most likely not see again, or atleast continue a relationship with. But Ali was different. Ali was someone he would like to know someone he loved. Alis genetic make-up meant he was a sexual, passionate, animal, he mentioned to John, and it also meant that he fell in love easily. The only issue was, he couldnt stop loving him, and so he loved many men, and never women. He loved John entirely not from the minute he met him, or from the minute he first kissed him, but from the minute his hand first slid into his boxers, his fingers gently stroking his perfect cock. He had worked on craft as a musician on the side, playing an instrument called the musico-via, an instrument he had mastered with ease. While he had little skill as a linguist, he had a lot of skill as a musician. As John, the night before, has jacked him off, as he bit his golden-skinned shoulder and pulled him close to him, as he felt his warm skin next to his, he wanted to know him. And he knew he loved him. He smoked his cigaretesque, the warm narcotic, lightly spiced fumes filling his lungs with heat, and lay back. He wondered, in his dream-like daze, how Alec and Joe would feel about him stealing their sex-whore Ali, and moving him in with him. He knew he was going to do that, and he knew he would accept. He would be walking along the winding path to the pier, which ran around the tall stone outcropping that formed the tip of the island on which the pier and beach sat. He was turned on, thinking that Ali would be there soon. He had purchased a case of mini-amphora of Synth-drug-stimulant, and the small paper carton of cigaretesques lay next to it, luminescent in the Eco-sigma night. He fell asleep for a while, dreaming gently of Alis hands upon his chest, Alis mouth pressed up against his mouth, Alis casual but sexual mention of his private fantasies, in which he was not only a man, but three men and a girl also. Ali was a strange and very sexual creature, and John knew it. John was turned on, and he dreamed of Ali for what felt like hours, Alis hands, Alis shoulders, Alis short dark hair, Alis beautiful golden skin. And then, as he woke up, he saw Alis face next to him. He longed to reach out, to pull him close to him, but in the instant he thought to do that he was still on the edge of waking. He wanted to be the one to make the first move, but he couldnt. He didnt have time to. Because Ali was, by the time he was awake enough to move at all, already on top of him. He was pinned down, Alis hands pulling off his shirt, Alis lips pressed up against his neck. Two mini-amphora lay open next to him, Johns packet of cigaretesques torn open, scattered upon the pier. He longed to pick one up and light it, to share it with the beautiful young man he was with, but he was pinned down, his lovers hands pulling at his underwear. Ali was beautiful, and John loved him, and Ali loved John. Ali loved John intensely and truly, and sexually, but his gene-engineered heart could not bring itself to love only him. He was obsessively in love with him, but still he could not tear himself away from the others in his life. He had had a string of partners, before taking up a job at brothel six, and he missed them entirely. But today he was with John. John pulled back, but Ali pushed him down against the pier again, and kissed him passionately, his hands now inside his boxers. He knew John wanted a cigaretesque, because while they were not addictive, they were strong. As strong as his current passion for John. He rolled of John after a while, and opened a mini-amphora, which he passed to John, who drank the contents of it, allowing them to sit on his tongue for a few seconds before swallowing the remains. He lit him a cigaretesque, and lit one himself, before describing the story of his life further. He placed a hand upon his chest, and described his first time, shortly after his twentieth period-year. He had been sitting in a bar in a far away colony-settlement, drinking a synthetic fruit drink laced with a few shots of synth-narcotic. He was feeling depressed, and empty, and had just failed to qualify as a directorial linguist. Fifteen percent of gene-engineered people of his class did not qualify, and he had felt depressed this way ever since. He was laid back in a reverie, until a young man, about his own age, sat next to him. He was cute, and had blonde hair and dark brown skin, and while he was origionally disinterested, when his leg touched his, he felt a sudden unexpected urge to grab him, and pull him close to himself. At that point, he fell in love. He had been informed, at the beginning of testing and qualification two period-years ago, that due to the design of his own genetic make-up he would fall in love easily, and he noticed that this was true. He looked over at the young man, desperate for some kind of affection, and he found it. Hey, I should buy you a drink, he had said, in a pleasant voice. Ali thought that would be good, and so he agreed, gently knocking him on the arm. He asked his name, with which he replied the name Nate. Nate, Ali thought, and he knew instantly that he was in love. The night continued, the two of them exchanging jokes and sexual comments, before going to Alis quarters in the town, and making passionate love for hours. Nates cock, hard and perfect, had rammed Alis virgin ass, his fingers jacking off his small but beautiful penis. Nate was a natural human, or atleast his recent ancestors were everyone on Eco-sigma had some gene-being in their ancestry. He made Ali do everything, and Ali was his whore-slave-bitch-thing, sexually enthralled by him and also entirely subjugated by his sexual dominance. Ali found out two things that night first that he was easily enticed by beautiful men, but secondly that he was easily subjugated, easily made weak by men who were strong. Nate left the next morning, bound for a colony town a hundred miles along the coast of the large island-continent on which they were currently residing. Ali wanted to go with him, but he couldnt he wasnt required there, and he couldnt afford to buy a colony placement. His heart had burned for him all his life, as it had burned for everyone he had ever loved. But, he promised John, tonight it burned only for him. John had smoked the entire synth-narcotic cigaretesque by this point, and Ali had lit his own, which was burning down slowly in his hand. Johns boxers, by now around his ankles, his silver-fabric jeans pulled off and discarded, thrown from the pier along with his shirt, floating in the beautiful green-blue nutrient and oxygen rich algae sea. In that moment Ali was beautiful, and John longed to take him home with him, to make him his and only his, but he knew he couldnt. He couldnt tear him away from the brothel which he loved. He knew he was there because he loved them. He also knew he could pull him away, if he wanted to, at any time. He sat on the edge of the pier, watching the mineral-scum wash against the shore of the beach, as Ali stood next to him, his golden skin radiant in the faint green-blue glow of the Eco-sigma night. He placed a hand on his leg and told him he loved him, that he needed him, that he could do nothing without him. In the back of his mind, Ali heard the loving messages of his former lovers, the elements of their souls sitting in him where another gene-being of his class would hold the many languages they knew. He was never alone, always with them, and he would do anything for John. But he was a strange person, and wouldnt do it until he asked him to. Because, he knew, he couldnt. John stood up, and kissed Ali passionately, his naked flesh against his rough clothes, his grey jacket and his grey jeans and his white shirt and his black synthetic-leather shoes. He longed to pull Alis clothes off him, to lie next to him naked, to swim with him in the beautiful still warm at night sea. He wanted to make passionate love to him for hours, but he knew they didnt have long. He had to work in the morning, as an assistant to economics in the small economic office in Karlzvil, and that meant he had to sleep. He pushed Ali down on his knees, and felt his lips envelop his perfect, hard cock, his tongue gently stroking the tip, his hands on his hips, his hand upon the back of his perfect dark haired head, his hair held gently between his fingers. Ali was gorgeous and sexy, and madly in love with John, who had recently travelled to Karlzvil aged thirty-two period-years from a colony called Six-beta-colony-segment-six, or Beta-six-center. The main centre for travel in Colony-district six, a mere four hundred miles from the nearest stable land-based landing point for space-borne vessels, of which there were few enough the large ocean that covered most of the north-western hemisphere of the planetoid being the more common choice to make planetfall. John would occasionally meet recent de-embarkations from the still-active stations which existed in the system frequently, in his youth, although in his lifetime the landing-site had only been used three times. They were strange people, all so tall and obviously unused to life on planet. John fell in love casually, unlike Ali, who could never fall out of it, but the minute he met him he knew the two young men would be together forever. Because the minute he read log Alpha-colony-resident-six-alpha-beta-six-Ali, he knew he was made for him. Ali continued to blow him, until he came, and then swallowed the cum, looking up at him passionately and seductively, but also submissively. John grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him up, pulling him close to him and kissing him. He would have to get home soon, but he noticed he had no clothes, so he sat on the pier and drank some of the synth-narcotic with Ali. They spoke deeply for a while about their lives, Johns as a colonist, Alis as a gene-engineered sex-animal who had failed to make the grades as even a low-ranking linguistic aide to diplomacy, before John manned up enough to walk naked with Ali through the colony to the home he had been appointed, hard as a rock, Alis hands around his hip, along the winding path which led along the coast around the grey stone outcrop at the head of the beach. The next morning, John woke up next to Ali, the now empty cigaretesque carton sitting on a desk next to his spacious grey-and-white patterned bed. Light flowed in through the tall window that made up one wall of his bedroom, facing away from the sun, which sat high in the sky, so as to catch just enough of its grey-brown light and warmth to warm the room. One wall of Johns house was made of glass, the other three synthetic sheet-housing material made mostly from the natural land of Eco-sigma and plastic-synthetic material. One arm of Alis was laid across his chest, the hand resting naturally on his shoulder, the other between his legs, his fingers just brushing his asshole. Ali was still asleep, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. John was hungover, and also turned on, but he didnt want to wake Ali. Ali was gorgeous, so he disentangled him from himself and drank a mini-amphora of synth-narcotic. Ali was entirely naked, his perfect body shining gold in the light, his gold skin with a hint of brown beautiful in Johns eyes. John longed to wake Ali up, to feel his beautiful hands upon his skin, but he knew the adorable little whore needed to sleep. He nudged him, however, and Ali spoke in his sleep. John, I need you, he said, before rolling over, his face pressed up against the pillows. John thought back to the conversation they had been having last night, as he pulled on a pair of boxers about how Ali dreamed, every night, of being a beautiful girl, beneath his own manly hands. Ali slept beautifully, John thought, as he lay there the covers half exposing his beautiful body and his small, round, perfect ass. John thought that Ali was the hottest guy he had ever seen, as the soft light of morning highlighted and shaded his perfect form. He stirred slightly, and told John how much he loved him, in his dream, and how he loved the other guys still, but how he loved him more than he loved Nate, and Joe, and Alec, and the rest of them. John thought he would wake him up, so he slapped him on the ass, hard. Ali moaned, and rolled over, looking up into Johns eyes. John said to him that he had to get to work, as a colony economic aide. He asked Ali not to go back to work at the brothel, to stay one more day, but Ali couldnt. He couldnt bear to be alone, and he needed to be with someone. John said whatever, and he left Ali sitting there alone, naked on the bed, as he pulled on his socks and shoes, and set off for work. He spent the day thinking about Ali, about his perfect cock and his perfect ass, and how he would see him again. Ali loved him, now, he knew, as he had loved everyone he had ever known and made love to. He would be eating some breakfast, getting dressed in his own clothes, his perfect ass showing up tight against his black boxers, his tight jeans accentuating his perfect body, his shirt tight on his slim chest and his perfect hips, his gold skin shining in the light. According to Johns colony-log-system, there would be a landing-vessel holding five-thousand-eight-hundred souls making planet-fall nearby in a few period-weeks, and he was hoping to see it. It would land a hundred miles off the coast, and vessel-sea-craft would carry most of its personnel to Port-Alpha-Six-Alpha-Beta-Six-Vessel-Six. Image-vids of the last planet-fall by a vessel of that class, listed as vessel eight-six-beta-six, were available on the colony network, and they seemed quite beautiful, the vessel falling through the clear blue day-time air of Eco-sigma, the long afterburn showing green-blue in the sky, the vessel landing in a haze of steam on the waters of the western ocean of Eco-sigma, a blue green phosphorecent algae mist filling the air around the vessel. Almost as beautiful as Alis tight well-used asshole, his beautiful legs, his perfect cock, his short clipped black pubic hair. Also on the network were several recently updated Image-vids of the hot young guys of Karlzvil, wild passionate pornographic vids. He looked through them for a few minutes, playing through them on his vidsceen. Young blonde guys with young guys in black boxers, tied up and abused. Young hot guys in girls underwear, sexy and gorgeous. An ancient shot, over a thousand period years old, featured on the front page a very famous video of a hot young redhead on vessel, used and abused by his beautiful blonde boyfriend. He flicked through them for a while, until he saw one that he liked. It was Ali, entirely naked, sitting on the edge of a white and grey bed jacking off, grey-brown light highlighting his perfect golden form from a window behind him. He wondered for a minute, through the synth-narcotic haze that filled him, when the vid-flick had been shot. Then he looked at the time-date-sig. It was playing live to dozens of system-terminals on planet, and even a few on vessels in orbit. He felt turned on, and as he had time for a break, he thought he would jack off for a while over the gorgeous young gene-bred sex-whore. He watched as his hands played with his short dark pubic hair, stroked the tip of his beautiful cock, and fingered his tight golden asshole. He hoped for a close-up, and he got one, as the screen centred on his tight ass, one hand spreading it apart, another ramming three fingers up the centre, his balls, nicely shaved, and just a bit of hair showing below. He jacked off until he came, and then got back to work with the colony economics. There were no serious issues, other than a slight shortage of workers in Karlzvil, but they could easily transfer a few of the excess residents of Alpha-colony over to fill the deficit. It was mostly a deficit in the service sector anyway, with a predicted shortfall in the advancement and expansion of the commercial side of the colony they were hoping to increase the ratio of luxury goods supply to brothels, although privately John thought that the brothels were much more exciting than the potentiality of luxury goods. As was the thought that Ali might still be jacking off on vid-recorder when he got home from work. If he was still there, which he knew for certain he would be. Colony logs were perfect. He finished working on his documents, in his private office, and messaged on his communications system terminal that he would like to head home early to meet a friend. His boss, Mei Se, herself descended from a gene-hybrid station service mathematical scientist of great fame, agreed directly. She mentioned that she had been monitoring his office, to see if the traits of narcotic addiction that had been worrying her were there, and that she thought the guy on the vid-flick was hot. John mentioned his new lovers private fantasies and dreams, the way he got off on being called Alice in bed, the way he liked taking it up the ass from John, and how he had met him at brothel six two nights ago. He wondered if he should pick up anything on the way home, like a bottle of sex-lube, or maybe some girls underwear a guy like Ali, John knew, would be into that. He thought back passionately to the hot sex they had been having last night, Alis cock in Johns mouth, Johns fingers in Alis tight asshole, Alis seductive description of the dreams he was having in the back of his gene-engineered mind, of the dreams he was having in which he was a girl, with three of himself on top of him. The dreams that haunted him in his sleep, in the most passionate of ways. The way he had, when John woke up in the middle of the night, been jacking off over a hot sex dream about all of the guys he had been with. John played with his balls a bit while he dreamt, and he moaned softly, saying call me Alice. He grabbed John hard in his sleep, and pulled him close to him, sliding one finger up his tight ass. He got home from work, having stopped off at a clothing supply depot to pick up a pair of tight white girls boxers and a bra, which seemed to fit Alis proportions if he had guessed right. He hoped he would still be filming when he got there, but he found him asleep, the vid-recorder disactivated beneath the bed. He climbed into bed with him, and pulled him tight to him, waking him up. We should take a break from the synth-substances, he said, and just have fun. I saw you on the colony-network from work. It was hot. You have a lot of fans, Ali. He kissed him passionately on his neck and grabbed him by the hip, pulling him close to him, his naked flesh pressed against Johns body, now in counter-point to Johns naked flesh against his clothed body, Alis naked flesh was pulled up against Johns work clothes. John told him about the sexy girls underwear he had bought for him, and Ali was turned on, his golden skin filled with passion. He rolled out of bed and pulled them on, sitting on the edge of the bed next to John, in the sexually arousing pose he had used earlier. John was excited, and he proposed that they film a vid together, grabbing Ali by the waist. Ali agreed readily he could do nothing but. So John activated the vid-recorder, pointing towards the window, the vid-image-system centered upon him and Ali, the soft green-blue light of the Eco-sigma night highlighting their features in the darkness, the gene-engineered tropical Eco-trees outside luminescent with algae. Beautiful gene-engineered foliage, as a back-drop to their passionate love and Johns beautiful gene-engineered Ali. John sat behind Ali, his hands on his hips, his chest pressed up against his back. He pulled off his shirt, and pulled Ali close to him, feeling his warm golden skin on his neck. He felt his pubes beneath the tight black girls boxers he had bought for him, as the vid-recorder filmed their passionate sex, playing live. The mini-screen attached to the vid-recorder showed only two people watching, as they had only placed the vid on a minor personal network used in a far away colony-town. John wasnt experienced in the field of pornography, unlike Ali, who very much was. Ali was filled with passion, as John played with his shaven balls, sliding another hand down the back of his girls underwear, one finger sliding up his ass. He kissed him passionately on the neck, his chest exposed, the warm air of the Eco-Sigma night surrounding him. He wasnt quite sure what he was doing, but he knew that he was in love with Ali. He leaned in and whispered in his ear, unsure of what to do next, that he loved him, and asked him for advice. Ali turned his head back towards his and kissed him, his lips against his. John knew what to do. He pushed him forwards, pushing him off the bed, and down to the floor, on his hands and knees. He pulled his girls underwear down, and spread his tight golden ass, sliding one finger up it, and then another. Ali moaned, as John stroked his brown pubes and tousled his short black hair. He began to ram Alis hot ass, and wondered what it was like to be him, to dream every night of being three of himself and a girl named Alice. Ali loved John entirely, and passionately, and would do anything for him. For a few minutes, with the passionate sex they were engaged in, he almost forgot that he had loved others. For a few minutes, he forgot the love he felt for every man he had ever loved, and it was only him and John, together in sexual passion. John was in love with Ali entirely, unlike Ali, who, while he loved John entirely, could not fall out of love with everyone he had everyone he had every made love to. But while he was with John he was all that mattered. John kept moving in him, his passionate sexual desire driving him deeper and deeper, until he came in Alis ass, and pulled himself out, his work-jeans around his knees. Ali looked up, as John spanked him hard on the ass, and rolled him over onto his back. They made out passionately for a while, John jacking Ali off until he came across his beautiful tight muscular golden gut. He stood up, disactivated the vid screen, and pulled Ali up, before lying him down in bed and falling asleep, still half undressed, next to him. Ali returned to the brothel a few weeks later, because he couldnt bear to be away from Alec, Joe, and the other hot young barely legal sex-sluts of brothel six. He loved them, as he loved John, but John could not bear to keep him from them. He loved him, but he couldnt bear the soul-wrenching agony he had to witness as Alis passions conflicted. Ali was a tortured creature, but also a beautiful little sex animal, and while he knew he would stay with John for as long as he wanted him to, he also dreamed of, and spoke in his sleep, Joe and Alec and other guys, and in his dreams he was a girl. Ali was a strange sex-whore. John kept the vid-footage on his personal network terminal, and they had made a few more vids in the time they were together. One night, as they discussed Alis childhood, in a far away colony town, while drinking shots of synth-narcotic and vials of semi-synthetic neuro-micro-hallucinogenic psylo-gin, he had commented that he, like all perfect things, like all perfect nights, had been born inside a vial. That comment, at the time he had said it, had seemed mysterious and seductive to John, as he slid his fingers gently into Alis well-used asshole, under the potent effects of the synthetic substances they were taking together. He wondered, sometimes, if there were some way he could save Ali, but he knew it didnt matter. Ali was himself, and he loved him. He wondered more if there were some way he could be like him, to be a sex-crazed semi-engineered being like him, but he knew he couldnt. After the last night they were together, when John could see him in agony at being away from the brothel, he promised he would visit him every day for a month, and Ali promised him that he would make sure they didnt charge. And he kept this promise, having hot passionate three and foursomes with Ali and his beautiful lovers. Ali was made to be a linguist, but he was found to not meet requirements, and so he was free to live his life as he chose. And he chose to be a sex-slut-whore. One night, John mentioned what they knew already a vessel-fall would be going on. He wasnt sure whether to ask, as Alec licked Joes tight ass and Ali jacked John off with one hand, the other hand squeezing his balls, but he did anyway. He invited Ali to watch vid-footage of the vessel making planet-fall, at his office, together. Ali agreed readily, kissing him passionately on the lips, crushing his balls and jacking him off until he came. They spent many nights together, over the next few weeks, eagerly discussing in bed the beautiful planet-fall that would be occurring soon. Almost as beautiful as Alis hot, tight boy-ass, his hot, perfect legs, his perfect shaved balls, his perfect tight asshole. The perfect moment John felt every night, when he grabbed him and kissed him as he came, or when Alec or Joe would pin him down and ram his ass. He usually wasnt into rough sex, but Ali loved it, and so he did it. A week before planet-fall, Ali sat with John on the pier with Joe, naked entirely, in the early morning. They had spent the night smoking cigaretesques and drinking mini-amphora of synth-narcotic, and making passionate love. They had kept their boxers, and the tight black girls underwear Ali had taken to wearing recently, and they lay on a pile at the end of the pier. The rest of their clothes they had thrown in the water with its blue-green phosphorescent algeal glow. As they sat there in the early morning light, Alis arm wrapped around John, Joe sitting there cross legged jacking off over the two gorgeous guys he was with, they spoke about the upcoming event. Joe had read that the algeal mist effect that filled the air with a green-blue glow haze could sometimes reach even to the distance of Karlzvil. Ali was interested by this, and he made it very obvious that he was interested by John and also aroused, as one could tell from his hard naked cock. He loved John, and wanted to be with him, and he loved Joe, who loved him and the hot passionate sex he would have with him, and the dreams where he was a girl called Alice, being rammed in every hole by copies of himself. He would jack him off in his sleep, as he moaned and demanded that he ram fingers in him and ride him hard. Joe came hard thinking about those dreams, and the passionate sex he and Ali had together every night. He loved working at brothel six, making passionate love to his fellow slut-whores, but he was planning on leaving town for Alpha-colony a few period-months later. He wanted to take Ali with him, to make him his own, and he knew if he asked him he would say yes. John loved him, he knew, and Alec was affectionate towards him, but he had a close lover who he slept with for good money every night. Joe had a personal vid-projection system capable of projecting full-dimensional video that he had purchased with his profits the week before, and he jokingly shoved John, who was sitting on the edge of the pier, his legs hanging over the edge, above the beautiful luminescent water. He almost fell, but Ali pulled him back, pushing his naked body back on the pier as Joe activated a vid on the projector system. He jerked off for a while over a video of Ali dressed in a bra and a pair of girls boxers, John fingering his ass through a tear in the back and playing with his perfect dark nipples, before moving in close to lick his asshole. They walked home as the day began to reach an early warmth, naked but for their boxers, Alis with a tear in the back where Joe had been ramming his hard man cock earlier on. They spent the rest of the week together, making passionate love and discussing their lives, John working at his office, Ali and Joe spending most of their time at the brothel. The tropical heat of Island Nineteen was beautiful, and the time they spent together more so. John stopped in every evening for sex, and for that next week he managed to convince Ali to spend time alone with him, engaging in hot passionate one on one soul to soul sex. On the expected day of planet-fall, John sat next to Ali dressed in his work clothes, Ali dressed in a borrowed outfit, dark grey pants with a girls cut, girls underwear underneath, and a tight fitting white shirt with a pair of black shoes. His clothes were much too revealing to wear to a work function, John thought, although they were sexy as hell, and he had wanted to. They sat together talking passionately and romantically, until the point at which the lights dimmed in the small analytic-auditorium, and a voiceover speaking in system-language-six-four-alpha-six-system-four, a language used for communication across the system, announced that planet-fall was about to begin. The screen, which had prior shown an ocean beneath a blue-green sky, blacked out for a minute, showing a shot of the vessel rendered as it would be seen side on in orbit, if it could be seen in orbit. The screen cut to a shot of the planetary object from space, as John slid his hand into Alis boxers, hoping nobody would notice but knowing most of his colleagues would. He jacked him off slowly, as the auditorium vid-screen played a long video of life on planet, as a system brief file played regarding the activities of the vessel in vessel-system code and a number of languages. Languages which Ali could not speak, that he had been made to speak, but which he had never been able to speak. Ali spoke only his native language, the basic language of Eco-sigma, and the language of sex. He kissed John on his neck, and pulled himself close to him, sliding his hand down the back of his boxers and sliding a finger up Johns ass. They made out, and John jacked him off until he came, unashamed, in his girls boxers. The vid-screen continued to play, until it cut to a shot from the waters surface a shot of a long after-burn, a long blue-white tail of fire falling through the sky above. The screen centre followed the trail for a while, as the massive space vehicle fell from the sky above, until it landed screaming on the waters surface, hovering two hundred feet above a large steamy crater appearing in the water below, as the waters parted and reformed to a smooth surface beneath the burning hot surface of the steel grey and white vessel. The air around the vessel glowed blue-green, as the algae filled steam dissipated a cloud of beautiful fluorescent cloud-like vapour, thick in the air around the vessel, in places tinted white, in places a more deep blue. Landing craft disembarked, waterborne, from the vessel, and as the crowd continued to watch Ali took the initiative. He grabbed John by the arm, surprising him as he was half asleep on his shoulder, and pulled him up. Lets go, he said, I need to be with you. We can watch the rest of this later. Why? John asked. Im enjoying this too much. Werent you listening? Ali asked John, As the vessel makes planet-fall, the heat of the re-entry will, the vid said, cause a large dispersal-cloud of blue-green glow algae. I want to be outside, making love to you, when it begins to settle. John agreed readily, sliding his arm around Ali, placing his hand on his hip. Ali led him outside, sliding one hand down the back of his jeans, past the brothel and Johns house, along the winding path to the little beach on the south coast of the island. They walked along the beach, as the first drifting tendrils of algea-mist began to float over the island. John lay Ali down and kissed him passionately, his hands inside his tight jeans, his fingers stroking his tight asshole, his golden skin warm beneath his hands. Ali pulled Johns shirt off, tearing off most of the buttons. He pulled him close to him, knowing that he loved him entirely, that he wanted him desperately. They continued to kiss passionately, as John pulled Alis jeans down, tearing off his tight personally-tailored girls boxers, sliding his fingers up his ass, two, then three, then four, then lifting his perfect golden naked legs, spreading his ass and driving it hard with his perfect cock. He loved him entirely, but he could not make him be with him, as he could not bear to see him alone. Ali was a strange being, and he fell in love and never fell out of it, despite the fact that he had so many lovers. He moaned softly, the mist falling as a soft rain, leaving streaks of phosphorescent algae across their skin, soaking them in a warm, wet rain. The vessel would currently be disembarking water-craft, John knew, and he wondered what it would be like for the space-people arriving for the first time for their new lives on Eco-sigma. They would be strangely out of place, he knew, like the few strange new arrivals he had met in his youth far away, in the colony-town of his birth. As out of place as he was with Ali, he knew. As the town, and the beach, began to glow, as the algae-laden water began to settle, he knew he had to be with Ali forever, and he knew what he had to do to make them both happy. He, like so many other of the disaffected youth of Island Nineteen, had decided to quit his job in the economic-colony office of Karlzvil, and take his earnings, and settle down with Ali and the other hot slut-whores of brothel six.