Different Planet Ch. 33

"I think he's asleep," Alex said, looking at the naked young man on their couch.

"Totally exhausted," Haly said, running her index finger along the veins of his throbbing, painfully erect cock up to where a liquid pearl was growing at the urethral opening. Dabbing her fingertip in the pre-ejaculate, she brought it to her lips and tasted him. "Reminds me of the wet-dream parties we put on when we were teenagers."

"I've heard of them," Alex said, wondering how the boy could possibly keep asleep while Haly touched him so intimately, "Everybody always said they never could get them to work. All the videos posted were staged, the boys had remote-control prostate stimulators inserted or masturbated, but edited out any parts of the video where they opened their eyes or touched themselves to make it look like they were cumming in their sleep."

"We got a lot of boys together, and most of the time there was at least one who put on a show for us," she touched the boy's left nipple experimentally. He didn't open his eyes, didn't respond in any way other than the gentle pulsations of his penis. "I wonder if Gene will..."

"He's already put on a bit of a performance," Alex said, looking as Haly moistened her lips with her tongue, tasting the pre-cum on her lips. His eyes moved down to her breasts. Blouse and bra were enough fabric to conceal her dark areolae, but the visible outline of her nipples positively screamed her arousal.

"We kept our boytoys totally restrained for at least a week," Haly explained, "So they'd be primed and ready, balls positively bursting with juice."

"Mmm," said Alex doubtfully, thinking about what a week without access to Haly's body would do to him. Imagine, not even being allowed to masturbate (which she let him do whenever she was too tired to actively participate) and squirt on the soft mahogany skin of her titties!

"We got a room we could keep super warm, but where the ventilation was soft, so they could lie on the mattresses naked without even a little breeze that might wake them up."

"I hate sleeping on my back."

"You like sleeping naked," she laughed. "Some of the boys did take a long time to fall asleep, what with having to wear blindfolds -- "

"Why blindfolds?"

"Because we want to watch them, silly!" She looked down at Gene, who seemed perfectly comfortable sleeping without a blindfold and on his back too, "Once we tried with the night-vision. It was weird, ejaculations like white-hot tracer rounds shooting out, splashing, making glowing charm signs where they landed." She paused, remembering, "But we wanted to really see our boytoys cumming for us, so we put a lot of light on them."

"What did you do if they turned over on their stomachs?"

"Tried to push them back when they even started to try to move. If they woke up, had to start over again, roll them on their backs, get the blindfolds on again."

"Did you at least let them get a good look at your tits or something before making them put on the blindfolds? I mean, to get them in the mood." He thought a minute. "But I guess that would make it even harder for them to fall asleep?"

"We gave them a floor show!" Her eyes got far away. "Some of us just paraded around naked, teasing them. I had this thin white leotard with cutaway circles letting my nipples hang out and a crotchless V so they could see my pussy. Some got dressed up in those party schoolgirl outfits and played with each other, kissing, moaning as they slipped their hands under tartan skirts and fingered each other.

"One tall, older girl, an athlete from one of the earliest American families to settle here after Reclamation had started to make progress, she just stood there, eyes closed as the other girls unbuttoned her blouse and played with her tits, lifted her skirt to display her bush and run their fingers through it. "If you're a good little boy," they said, "You'll be allowed to suck on these titties!" The girls sucked on her nipples. "If you behave," they said, "You'll be allowed to look in here!" They moved her legs apart and pulled open her pussylips. By then her pubic hair was wet with her juices, they were running down the insides of her thighs, the girls had been touching her so much!" She caught herself: her hand had slipped under her own skirt. "Every boy still wore a nice, big erection when the time came to put on the blindfolds. Some were even starting to leak pre-cum. But of course they all went limp when they finally did fall asleep."

"Of course. But I bet that girl came from all the attention and then fell asleep and missed the whole show!"

"I think that time the show was a dud," Haly laughed, "Erections popping up from time to time, but then flopping down again. No cumshots to video. When the boys woke up the next morning she jumped on her boyfriend and rode his cock to the quickest simultaneous orgasm I'd ever seen!"

"But... usually?"

"Usually you'd see something, a boy's cock stiffening, breathing getting faster, and you'd call the other girls around, make sure the video recorder was working, wake up any of the girls who had dozed off."

"So you were up all night watching them?"

"Good sex is a lot of work!" They both laughed. "So when the boy cums -- oh, it's so sweet and innocent, a boy's cock, standing up straight all by itself, with no help from anything but his fantasy, no touching, no hip thrusts, just a little fountain of love-juice for all of us to watch! -- his girlfriend would wipe him down with a washcloth, or, if she liked the taste of semen, lick him off. It was fun watching them kiss after that, watching him taste his own jizz!

"But we had to be very quiet, not to wake any of the other boys, even though we SO wanted to clap and cheer! Afterward, the boy might go back to sleep, or his girlfriend might want to take him into the next room so they could play together, if she didn't want to wait and see if another boy could deliver for us."

She paused. Alex and Haly waited, looking at Gene's pulsing erection.

"Don't want to make a mess all over the couch," Haly said at last, leaning over and gently taking Gene's penis into her mouth. The boy's hips twitched, but otherwise he didn't react. Slowly she pushed her lips down, taking him in all the way, sighing in satisfaction as the head brushed the back of her throat.

As she began to bob her head up and down, Alex remembered how good that felt, when they sixty-nined, his tongue feeling her clit swelling as she got more and more excited from the taste of his cock.

It wasn't long before Gene was breathing hard, then groaning, then thrusting his hips up as hard as his exhausted muscles would allow. Haly pulled back a little, to take the hot spurts of boyjuice on her tongue, tasting it, swallowing, then another and another, her lips and cheeks squeezing and massaging and coaxing out such an amazing volume of semen she struggled to keep up, drinking it all down so it didn't drip out and run down the shaft of his penis.

Gene's eyes opened then, as she was sucking out the last delicious drop. He recoiled, pushed her away, yelled something incoherent, struggled so Alex had to hold his arms, letting Haly lean back to avoid getting hit.

"Steady on," she said, after swallowing again, "Everything's going to be OK!" But the sound of a woman's voice only seemed to agitate him more.

Alex tried, "You're not in the milking barn," he said, "You're free now! My wife was just trying to help you, so be nice to her!"

Gene sagged back, breathing hard, eyes finally opening all the way, and nodded.

"Bad dreams?" she asked.

"They had put my wrists and ankles in restraints and this old woman," he looked up nervously, but she didn't seem to mind, "Her name was Vesse. She went down on me. It felt so good! And they all giggled and clapped when I came, but when she lifted up her head I could see her cheeks were bulging. One of the docents handed her a jar and she spit into it. "Another little piece of his soul is ours now! Send it to women he'll never meet," the docent says, "maybe twenty years from now he WILL get to meet one of his daughters!" They all laughed and I woke up and I saw you..." He broke off, staring at Haly as if he were afraid of her.

She swallowed again, for his benefit, opened her mouth wide. "I'm not stealing your sperm," she said, "I'm not giving it to Reclamation-Repopulation."

"Not selling it on the black market?" he asked sheepishly.

"No," she smiled, "Not that either. C'mon, let's get you into a regular bed."

"We only have one," Alex said, "But it's a big one. I hope you don't mind."

Gene shook his head wearily.