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Falonic War Tale By: Jason Moore
This is the story of my uncle. His name was Surge. During his last weeks of life, Surge related the following adventures to me. This is his story. It begins as the threat of intergalactic war was facing our world. My uncle had been sent to recruit some help from the warrior race of people who now inhabit the planet Desirada.
As the story begins, Surge is cruising in his ship, Raven, toward the planet Desirada. It is a small gem on the outskirts of the Falon galaxy that rarely gets visitors from other worlds. It is home to the war like tribe of people known throughout the rest of the galaxy as the Hugenines (Hue - jah - neens). Surge had been chosen to go and seek their aid in fighting off the impending attack on his home world, Phancer, by its long time enemies, the Dag. As the stars and meteors buzz by Raven, Surge is hoping that the Hugenines will be too caught up in their annual Lost Fall ceremonies to pay much attention to his small craft as it enters Diserada's orbital sphere. He chose this weekend to approach the Hugenine planet because the Lost Fall ceremonies would be in full swing. This annual weeklong celebration was held to honor all Hugenine warriors who lost their lives in defending their small world from any and all threats. It has been almost a century now that the Hugenines came to settle on Desirada. Prior to that time, they had mostly been a band of wondering raiders, reeking havoc on any populated planet that they encountered. However, since settling on Desirada, they stay to themselves and fiercely fight any attempts to invade what is now considered their home planet.
When Surge came within a thousand miles of that grayish blue orb, he reduced speed until finally stalling the engines to test for intercept radar fields.
He was able to detect one just a hundred miles off his stern. He guided his craft to enter the rippling detection waves just as a canoeist would search out the converging waves while floating down any of the bountiful streams on his beloved Phancer. The field seemed to allow his easy entry while Surge checked his instrument panel. There was not yet any major disturbance in the intercept field, yet the radar waves on both sides of his craft seemed to be very active and searching. He set the drive frame with coordinates to land several miles from the major metropolis of Zen Fair. Surge still figured that even this would be a futile effort to avoid detection so he engaged the autopilot and entered the cloakroom. This small cell like room was equipped with a device to hide any sign of life from scans that would eventually envelop his craft once he drifted past the convergence and into the wider intercept field.
Hoping to be ignored and dealt with later was his one hope as he engaged the cloak just as a scan beam locked onto Raven. From the readings displayed on the small screen in the cloakroom Surge could establish that a tracking beams had already been engaged. He was able to project that he was being guided toward the city of Zen Polaris, a small outpost within a barren landscape that even most Hugenines had not seen. Within an hour his ship was guided in and docked at a large entry port of what seemed to be a large recycling and retro-fitting facility. Surge remained cloaked, hoping that the inspection of his ship would be postponed for now. When the ship was not immediately boarded, he knew he would be safe until the planet's festivities drew to a close at the end of this weekend.
Sitting in wait, Surge reminisced on the only time he had contact with a Hugenine. He smiled to himself as he remembered his encounter with Phaltron almost one year earlier. Surge had been returning from a short expedition to chart some of the farthest western reaches of the Falon galaxy when he received a distress signal. It was a small Hugenine transport that had obviously strayed out of its intended range and was now stranded and helpless. These types of field transports are actually guided by extended power beams from Desirada and are not meant for trips so far into space. For some reason unknown to Surge the guidance beam had somehow malfunctioned and the ship was now stranded, floating aimlessly. Unfortunately, whoever was manning that beam on the surface of Desirada had evidently not even noticed this failure. The ship could now be the victim of a collision with any passing meteor or be pulled into the magnetic field of the nearby barren planet of Extol, thereby plummeting the ship and its steward to a certain end.
Deciding to assist, mostly out of curiosity, Surge responded and alerted the Hugenine of his intention to assist the stranded craft. The Hugenine accepted the offer and provided instruction and guidance through the docking procedure. Once the connection was made, Surge climbed down the ladder at the front of his ship and into the small docking bay below the helm of his ship. Placing his palm on the read out screen to disengage the door locks, a hiss of air escaped, and the door slid open. Then the corresponding door on the Hugenine vessel also slid open. Eyeing no one on the other side, Surge stood in silence, examining the dimly lit compartment beyond their conjoined vessels. He then slowly ducked through the opening and entered the Hugenine ship.
Everywhere he looked, materials, lighting, equipment, everything his eyes met were foreign. Then the connecting door slid shut behind him with a faintly audible "whoosh." Surge then noticed the extreme quiet around him. As he proceeded further into the craft, even his very footsteps seemed muted. He continued onward through another door that made the same whooshing sound as it slid shut behind him. This room was even more dimly lit and he could barely see to navigate his way. "Why is it so dark in here," he thought to himself.
"I am trying to reserve as much power as I can," Surge heard a voice say from across the room. "Lights were unnecessary."
"Well, can we have at least some low level lighting?" Surge then asked as he squinted, barely making out the form of someone standing some five or so feet before him.
Without a word, a soft glow filled this cabin and Surge found himself standing before the first Hugenine he had ever met. Sure he had seen images in his studies or crude drawings by others on his planet, but the reality was no where near those renderings. Before him stood a golden skinned Hugenine warrior. He had to be about 6' 6" or more, weighing about 240 pounds. His hair was long and flowed freely over his shoulders. He wore some sort of tightly knit chain mail body suit. That uniform seemed to shimmer even in this faint light. It had no sleeves and revealed some rather bulging biceps. The neckline was in a V-shape and revealed just a glimpse of the cleft between his two, well developed pectoral muscles. His chain mail suit fit snugly and Surge noted that the crotch was a triangle of some leather fabric, almost protruding like a codpiece. The Hugenine wore a pair of black boots that rode up to mid calf. His face seemed squared off, with a small pug nose, high cheekbones, piercing green eyes, and just a hint of eyebrows. Those eyes seemed to be looking through him as Surge stood in awe before that magnificent, powerful looking Hugenine. His facial features stayed stoic and immovable, with no hint of any emotion. Surge was no slouch himself. He stood 6" 4" but was, however, much more slender at 200 pounds. The Hugenine stood perfectly still not flinching a muscle as the lights seemed to increase in power ever so slightly again.
"Welcome to the Equine," Phaltron said, the faint glimmer of gratefulness quickly passing over his eyes.
"Thanks," Surge finally spoke. "So, what seems to be the problem?"
"The control beam from Desirada has somehow broken its connection with Equine and for some reason I was unsuccessful in getting a response from the hails I have sent. By the time I reconfigured the power sources to craft a crude distress signal strong enough to reach Desirada, I had drifted so far beyond our own detection field, that even that went unheeded," Phaltron explained. "That is, until now," he continued. "I would appreciate if you could track my ship back to within the reach of Desirada's detection devices so I can return home."
"I can do that," Surge answered.
"I have been drifting for over three days and could use some nourishment, if you have any to spare, Lieutenant Surge," he said. "I am Field Marshall Phaltron."
"Well, come aboard my ship and I'll see what I can do," Surge instructed while also wondering how Phaltron knew his name!
Within a few minutes they were in the helm of Raven and, with Phaltron's assistance, Surge began to configure the drive frame to return him and his vessel to Desirada. Phaltron stood close by as Surge sat at the control panel entering the required coordinates. That close proximity of his huge, muscular frame began to send slight shivers through Surge's body. He could feel his loins begin to tingle with excitement no matter how hard he tried to concentrate on the task at hand. Phaltron's crotch was at eye level and Surge kept stealing side glimpses of that large protrusion. Several times, Phaltron seemed to brush up against him, making it even harder to concentrate. The programming for the travel log and guidance points were eventually scheduled into the ships main frame computer. Surge then began to set about securing and locking the tracking beam onto the Equine. When that was finally done, he looked up at Phaltron.
"Well, it should take a few hours for the main frame to reconfigure those coordinates," Surge lied, seeing a chance to spend some idle time with this alien stud. "I have some fresh fruit in cold storage and some protein meals in the food locker over there," Surge directed Phaltron's as he advised him of his choices for food. "I would opt for the fruit if I were you."
"That will be sufficient," he responded as Surge noted how much more friendly Phaltron seemed to become.
Phaltron retrieved a bowl of fruit that he practically swallowed down whole.
His table manners were somewhat lacking. The juice from a peach he was devouring was drooling down his chin and neck. He seemed oblivious to this fact and quickly consumed another. In just fifteen minutes a full bowl of fruit disappeared. Surge sat in amazement as he handed Phaltron a hand towel from the foot compartment of his chair.
"Yes, we Hugenines eat heartily, especially when it's been awhile between meals," Phaltron said, addressing Surge's unspoken thoughts.
Surge silently watched as he used the towel to clean his chin, face, and neck. His loins began to ache once more as he ogled Phaltron's magnificent build. Phaltron smiled back broadly as he handed back the towel. Grabbing the towel Surge began to fantasize about this highly erotic Hugenine before him. His curiosity was drawn to that huge bulging crotch. He felt that familiar itch in his loins again as he wondered what it would be like to have a sexual encounter with Phaltron.
"Yes, that would be a welcome experience," Phaltron suddenly said.
Surge's jaw dropped as he finally realized this Hugenine was reading his very thoughts.
"How do you do that?" Surge asked in utter amazement. "How do you know what I am thinking. How do you read my mind?"
"It is not technically mind reading, as you call it," Phaltron explained. "My people have developed a high degree of sensitivity to the feelings and auras of other beings. It does not mean we actually read their minds. But, we can easily read the unspoken signs in verbal tones, physical motions, and eye contact. Add to that our ability to feel the emotions emanating from another being's aura and we can readily ascertain the core ideas and the emotions of any unspoken thoughts or veiled moods."
"Well, that is amazing, Phaltron," Surge responded and thought of what a great talent this could be.
"Yes, it is a wonderful gift, but we do not misuse it on Desirada," he added. "In fact, we have also developed and cultivated an herb that counters these effects and can virtually mask our thoughts and feelings from another's sensory perception. After all, it can be difficult to proceed through one's life with everyone being able to see into your private thoughts and secret desires."
"Why don't we get back to the desire at hand," Surge interjected.
"That is an acceptable notion," Phaltron said.
He then approached Surge. As he wrapped his arms around the smaller Phancerian, drawing them together, Surge quickly melted into that strong embrace. He placed his hand beneath Surge's chin as their eyes met in a knowing gaze. Phaltron then leaned forward, his warm lips brushing against Surge's lips. Surge had several lovers and a variety of sexual dalliances with men of his world, but this was far and away something much more enticing. His lips parted and Phaltron's tongue darted in, exploring Surge's eager, wet mouth. The Phancerian wrapped his arms around the Hugenine's hard body and pulled himself in tighter. This heated embrace drove Surge's mind and body to new heights of passion. As tongues and hands explored, they both wildly, desperately desired more. Phaltron slid his hands down Surge's back, causing waves of excitement. He cupped Surge's ass cheeks and began to knead and massage them. He then pushed his crotch forward and ground himself into the smaller man before him.
Their loins were reacting to this instant, explosive passion. Surge could feel his cock twitch and begin to react as their crotches ground together. He slipped a hand between them and rubbed the front of Phaltron's ample crotch, finding that what appeared to be a leather fabric, was actually a soft, thin covering. He could clearly feel a thick cock shaft through that material, even the protruding ridge beneath its bulbous crown. Phaltron groaned as Surge squeezed his huge cock through that thin material.
"We need to disrobe," Phaltron said as he finally broke that heated embrace.
"I need your body. I want to please you as you please me."
"Yes, that is an acceptable notion," Surge smiled back as his intended sarcasm seemed to go unnoticed.
As Surge backed away and began to pull off his knit shirt, Phaltron pulled out on the neckline of his chain mail suit and began to slide it down around his body. The fabric seemed to stretch easily. Surge's eyes gazed longingly as Phaltron's beautifully sculpted body was revealed. His entire body, except for his flowing mane of hair and those barely there eye brows, was hairless. As he slowly lowered the material past his hips there was also no sign of any pubic hair. Sure enough, when his suit passed his crotch, there was indeed no pubic hair. But, what was there made Surge's mouth gape open. There before him hung a thick, 10 or 11 inch cock of the same golden color as the rest of Phaltron's magnificent body. It was crowned with a plump head of a slightly darker hue.
"Yes, it will get somewhat more immense," Phaltron answered Surge's unspoken query. "Especially when it is treated right," he then smiled broadly at Surge.
"Well, let's see how big it gets," Surge added as he stepped out of his jumpsuit and knelt down before Field Marshall Phaltron.
That huge cock hung down heavily on that tall and muscular Hugenine, who now towered over Surge. He reached out both hands, grasped that huge phallus and instantly felt heat emanating into his hands as he slowly stroked Phaltron's thick cock. For several minutes he slowly massaged and stroked that huge member. Surge then leaned forward, opening his eager mouth. As he guided that large cock head into his mouth, Phaltron let out a low moan.
"Yes, oh yes," he sighed as Surge took him into his warm, wet mouth.
The heat he originally felt emanating into his hands was now invading his lips, tongue, and mouth. Surge was experienced in the art of sucking cock and slowly began to bob his head over that monstrosity before him. He cooed and sighed as he felt the fullness of Phaltron's large cock growing ever more as he gobbled him inside.
"Mmm, this is my first Hugenine cock," Surge commented as he finally pulled away.
"And you are my first Phancerian," Phaltron said as he looked down and watched Surge lick up and down the length of his swollen cock. "This is going to be quite an adventure for both of us. But, first you must get me ready for the other pleasures to come," he added as he reached down, grabbed onto Surge's head and forced him to take his cock back into that luscious mouth.
Phaltron smiled as Surge groaned, gurgled and began to bob even more earnestly over his hardening cock. With his hands still grasping Surge's head, Phaltron slowly begun to buck his hips. Knowing the pleasures that awaited him, Phaltron began to push ever more forcefully. Surge seemed to be taking this action well and Phaltron knew it was time to delve even deeper. With a tighter hold on his head, Phaltron shoved himself forward and drove his massive cock down Surge's throat. He chuckled to himself at the sight of those bloated cheeks and the gasping sound that escaped those lips wrapped tightly around his thick cock. But the feel of that constricting throat squeezing tightly around him made Phaltron eager for more. He pulled hard on the back of Surge's head and fully forced his whole length inside.
"Yes, yes, take it all!" Phaltron demanded as Surge winced and squirmed before him.
Sensing Surge's need for fresh air, Phaltron pulled out, allowed Surge to gulp in some air, then quickly forced his cock in balls deep again. For his part, Surge was amazed at his ability to swallow Phaltron's entire shaft. This was definitely the biggest cock he had ever encountered in all his various dalliances. Surge freely let his new companion forcefully face fuck him. He began to feel a small degree of pride at his ability to take it all as that huge cock fucked his throat. The feel of that large, hot poker was overpowering! Then there was also the taste of the pre cum as it dribbled out and invaded Surge's taste buds whenever Phaltron's cock head rubbed over his wriggling tongue. It had a profoundly sweet tasted. That pre cum was nectar he readily devoured. All the grunts and groans coming from that muscle bound Hugenine spurred Surge on even more. As his saliva flowed ever more freely, it provided even more lubrication for Phaltron's huge member to continue this wild face fuck. Finally, Phaltron pulled away.
"It is time," he simply said as Surge looked up to see those green eyes staring back at him with an eerie glow. "I must now fuck your ass," Phaltron said with an understated hint of authority.
Surge eyed Phaltron's glistening cock as it jutted out from his crotch. It was now as thick as his wrist and seemed to have grown to a full 12 inches or more. The bulbous head flared out with a thick ridge around it. The piss slit was now leaking a rather copious amount of cum. Surge stuck out his tongue and lapped up some. Again amazed how sweet the Hugenine's cum tasted.
"I am willing," surge sighed. "But, I'm not sure my ass can accommodate such a huge cock," he added as he stared at Phaltron's glistening cock.
"Trust is all you need," Phaltron said. "Trust me and you will soon have an experience that you will never forget. I will be up so deep in your ass. When I get up in there it will be so good and so hot that you will be begging for it," he said. Then as he reached for his chain mail suit, he continued, "I have some salve that will add to your enjoyment," Phaltron added as he grabbed a small packet from a pocket of his suit.
Surge watched as Phaltron opened the packet and slowly squeezed the contents onto his huge cock. The gooey substance was a milky white gel like fluid and seemed to turn to reddish brown hue as he rubbed it over his swollen cock. He then squeezed out a small dollop onto his fingers.
"Now it is time for your ass to feel true pleasure," Phaltron said.
Surge, his curiosity piqued, got up and turned his back to that Hugenine stud. As he stood there, one of Phaltron's hands quickly wormed between his ass cheeks. Surge felt that hand spread apart his ass cheeks and a tingle ran up his spine when he felt a finger press up against his puckered hole. It quickly poked inside as Surge forced his ass muscles to relax. As that finger began to probe inside, Surge felt a unique, strange sensation. As Phaltron continued his ministrations and poked yet another finger into Surge's hole, an unmistakable warmth and tingling sensation overcame Surge. It emanated from his ass and began to spread throughout every sensory nerve in his body. An acute sensation of pleasure overtook Surge as he pushed his ass back to fully envelop those probing digits. This sensation was unlike any he had ever felt before.
"Aaah, man, what is that stuff?" Surge asked.
"It is called Mydox," Phaltron answered as he continued to poke inside of Surge's tiny hole. "It was discovered on Desirada many, many years ago. It is made from the sap of a succulent plant found on our planet. Mydox provides a slight numbing sensation, but then seeps into the flesh and creates an intense pleasure sensation. That feeling is even more enhanced in our erogenous zones when the flesh it comes into contact with is rubbed by any other flesh that is also plied with Mydox. That is why, when my cock is inserted up this tight hole, you will feel a pleasure unlike any you have ever known."
"Sounds intriguing," Surge said as he felt pleasure already spreading throughout his body.
As Phaltron poked yet a third finger inside, Surge pushed his ass back to get every ounce of pleasure he could out of this intoxicating moment. Phaltron smiled knowing he would soon have his cock buried balls deep up this hot hole. When his fingers had sufficiently pried open that tiny hole he pulled them free. Surge suddenly felt strangely abandoned and poked his ass back, wiggled it, and squeezed his ass muscles. Phaltron saw that inviting hole winking back at him and quickly guided his cock into position.
As the head of his cock made contact he, too, felt that familiar tingle and warmth. Surge then felt a pang of pain as Phaltron forced his huge cock head inside. But, as their Mydox coated flesh made contact, Surge almost swooned.
"Ah, yeah, that feels so goooood," he moaned. "Yes, yes, fill my ass, Phaltron."
The muscular Hugenine slowly pushed and shoved as he maneuvered his swollen cock into that tight, hot ass. The sensations were unbelievable. The feeling of a tight love hole gripping so sweetly around his cock was always hot, but, with the Mydox, the sensation was ever more exponentially pleasurable.
"Yes. Give up that ass, Phancerian," he demanded. "Then I will fuck it good."
As his cock was now getting even harder and more immense Phaltron forced himself deeper up Surge's burning ass until he was finally buried balls deep. With a slow, languorous motion, Phaltron dug himself in deep. His rigid cock was now exploring every last nook and cranny of the Phancerian's proffered ass. Phaltron groaned as Surge's tight ass gripped him. For several minutes he ground himself in tightly up Surge's ass. Then with fully penetrating hard and deep strokes he then began to slide in and out. As the Mydox did its work, both the Hugenine and the Phancerian were writhing in pleasure.
"Yes, yes, fuck my ass. Give me that big cock!" Surge cried out. "Harder. Harder!"
"Take my cock. Take it up your hot ass!' Phaltron gasped back.
In minutes the strong, muscular Hugenine was banging away. His body slammed hard against Surge. As his cock pumped away at that ass and his ball sac slapped up against Surge's thighs, Phaltron was whipped up into an ass busting frenzy. Surge squirmed and braced himself to meet every ass quenching thrust of that powerful, driven Hugenine. At the height of this hot anal assault, Phaltron grabbed roughly at Surge's hips and then leaned backward. Then he lifted Surge off the floor while he continued humping away. Surge's head nestled in the crook of Phaltron's neck and his back rested against his massive, heaving chest. With overpowering strength, Phaltron proceeded to thrust while at the same time pushing and pulling on Surge's hips. At that point Surge gave himself up fully to the incredible sensations he was now experiencing. He reached back to hold onto the back of the Hugenine's bulging neck. His ass was being used royally by that hot stud. Phaltron's biceps flexed and strained as he literally used Surge's tight ass to jerk off his blood engorged cock.
"Aaah...aaaah...aaaah," Phaltron grunted in a low growl.
Surge's body flopped up against Phaltron and his legs flailed out in mid air. He was in total awe as his ass, and indeed his entire body and mind, was now putty in the hands of Field Marshall Phaltron. As this hot, wickedly pleasurable session continued, Surge felt his cock swell and harden. The Hugenine's huge member was now being forced deep into Surge's guts. With his hands still clinging desperately around Phaltron's thick neck, Surge was amazed to feel his cock begin to spurt a rich load of cum up over his stomach and chest.
"Aaaah. Aaah, oh yes," he gasped as Phaltron continued impaling his ass with that thick, red hot poker.
"Yes. Yes. Yes. Take it. Take it. Take it all," Phaltron grumbled aloud as he continued his frenzied humping and pumping. This Phancerian ass is sweet!"
For what seemed like an hour or more, Phaltron drilled away at Surge's hot ass. Surge felt the strength and power of that thick cock as it sliced in and out at a dizzying speed. He could feel every inch of his love hole gripping tightly around that huge, rigid shaft. Eventually, Surge was at the cusp of yet another orgasm and now in true amazement of the power and longevity of this Hugenine stud. He gasped as yet another blast of cum spewed from his cock.
"Damn," Surge simply groaned as he felt another load of cum splattering against him.
"I...am...close...too," Phaltron suddenly grunted.
With amazing strength and dexterity, Surge felt Phaltron leaning back even further. Surge lifted his head and let it fall back onto the left side of Phaltron's face. In this position as he glanced to his left, Surge could see their image in the aluminum door of one the helm's supply closets. He watched as Phaltron's head and shoulders came to rest against the bulkhead. With sheer amazement, he stared at the clear image of Phaltron humping his hips, driving his cock deep into his now burning and pleasure filled ass. With his back almost in a horizontal position, Phaltron's strong hands held Surge's hips tightly as he continued to pummel away. Surge, still maintaining his grip around the Hugenine's neck, watched as the muscles in Phaltron's arms and legs flexed and bulged while he continued driving his cock hard and deep. Surge smiled as he watched his body seeming to bounce up and down over the Hugenine's nearly prone torso. In amazement Surge watched as that huge cock plowed away, disappearing up his ass in quick, desperate jabs. The feeling was unbelievable!
"More. More. More," he heard himself whimper.
"Yes, this is hot," Phaltron said. "It...is...time," Phaltron then gasped.
With that, the sexy Hugenine drove his hips upward, fully spearing Surge's ass with his thick shaft of pleasure. Surge glared at their image in the shiny surface of that supply closet. He saw Phaltron's ass muscles tighten as his cock dug up deep inside of him. Then, in a wild orgasm, Surge felt that massive cock, now crammed up his ass, begin to twitch and spasm as it pumped a rich load of cum into his bowels. Phaltron's taut ass seemed to be flexing in syncopation with the spasms Surge felt in his ass and, indeed, throughout his entire body. This quickly sent shivers up his spine. In no time, Surge was once again spurting another load of cum. Then, seconds later, Phaltron's whole body seemed to quake as his cock spurted out the last of its load.
"Yes. Yes. Phancerian ass is the best fucking ass I've ever had," Phaltron finally grunted as he lifted Surge off his spent cock.
While Phaltron stood upright, Surge's body slid down until he was standing on his own two feet. He felt drizzles of cum leak out of Phaltron's cock as it rubbed down his back. Surge suddenly felt a bit wobbly and leaned back against the strong Hugenine. Phaltron once again wrapped his strong arms around Surge and pulled him in tight.
"So, we still have several hours, do we not?" Phaltron whispered in Surge's ear.
Surge immediately felt a yearning in his loins. He was certain that his ass would be sore for days judging by the size of the Hugenine cock that had just fucked him. But, instead, he felt himself inextricably drawn to have that cock once again filling him, drilling him mercilessly. He twitched his ass muscles as he felt that cock wormed in between his ass cheeks.
"Yes. You know what you want, don't you my little Phancerian," Phaltron said.
Over the next couple of hours, Phaltron pumped several more loads of his Hugenine cum up Surge's willing ass. By the time he was done, Surge could feel cum drooling out of his ass. As this fond memory flooded his mind, Surge was suddenly brought back to reality by the sound of the portal on Raven opening. As he looked up at the small monitor, Surge spied the dark silhouette of a Hugenine in the now opened portal of Raven. Tense and wary, Surge watched as the Hugenine entered.
To be continued....