All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between alien males and human minors. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material.
The Sneath Seduction - Part 1
By Trevor Martindale
Laura Webb switched off the light, stepped into the hallway and closed the bedroom door behind her. She was pleased her eight-year-old son had gone to bed without the usual temper tantrums: this was the third night Simon had not begged for a second bedtime story, or asked for the 'big light' to be left on.
Nothing stirred in the bedroom for several minutes after Laura had left. The night light cast the usual spooky shadows across the ceiling, walls and curtains, and only the odd click from the water pipes leading to and from the radiator broke the eerie silence.
Simon lay perfectly still in the gloom, waiting with bated breath for his new friend to arrive. His tiny cock twitched with excitement as he recalled the fun he had had over the previous two nights with Sneck.
The creature known as Sneck was not of this world. He was three feet tall, humanoid in form and looked a lot like an emaciated goblin. His hairless, jet black skin was drawn taut over his willowy frame, and like all Sneath, his bulbous eyes had yellow irises and large, black pupils.
Sneck's fingers were long and thin, as was his yellow, round tongue and black penetrating rod. He never wore clothes and enjoyed playing with the small men of this world. They, like him, had no hair round their genitals.
For two years the creature had enjoyed the fruits of his nocturnal labours. He had seduced and fucked a whole gaggle of eight to ten-year-old boys. The pyjama-clad youngsters had no defense against his exhilarating touch, and once they had been kissed by the Sneath, they were under his spell completely.
The chemical contained in the alien's saliva and sweat had an extraordinary effect on human beings. It turned them into compliant sex pets for hours on end, making them the perfect prey for a sex tourist from Kell.
Without any warning, Sneck appeared in the centre of the room. He hovered in the air for a short time - to ensure that all was well - before deactivating the transportation device. The device, which resembled a bracelet made from elephant hair, lowered him safely to the floor before shutting down completely.
Simon sat up and opened his mouth - the wide-eyed youngster was eager to be kissed again by his new friend.
'You look bright and clean,' said Sneck, in a guttural and creepy voice, 'and in need of some suck-suck, yes?'
Simon opened his mouth a little wider and nodded his head.
'You smell nice, too,' he continued. 'Let's kiss-kiss.'
Simon felt the tip of Sneck's tongue glide over his nose and upper lip before entering his mouth. He became dizzy with excitement as the two tongues made contact and his thirst for the alien chemical was quenched. The Sneath then coated the youngster's tonsils with more saliva to ensure a trouble free sex session.
The eight-year-old boy was pulled from his bed, stripped naked by a pair of expert hands and licked all over by an insatiable tongue. His tiny cock, which had been fully erect for some time, was sucked into the alien's mouth and treated to an invigorating massage.
The Sneath stayed between Simon's legs for almost an hour, which ensured that the boy experienced one dry climax after another. The tiny cock was rubbed red-raw by the time the hour was up, but still it remained hard-standing and game for more.
Sneck rolled the youngster's ball-sac between finger and thumb and smiled a crooked smile. He knew that most Sneath would now peel open the sac and nibble on the content - the testes of young humans were regarded as a great delicacy on Kell. However, Sneck was not interested in eating Simon's genitals; or spit-roasting him over an old-fashioned fire; or cracking open his skull and scooping out his brain. No, the boy was too valuable to him alive.
'Bum-hole time,' rasped the Sneath. 'Stand up and bend over for Sneck.'
'Is it jigger-jig time, Sneck?' asked Simon, smiling.
'No. You are too-too eager, boy,' rebuked the alien. 'Bum- hole time is not jigger-jig time. Now, stand up.'
Simon closed his outstretched legs and sprang to his feet. He stepped quickly over to the bed, spread his legs and bent over, placing his hands on the bed for support.
'Now, stand still and let Sneck probe your bum-hole, boy.'
Shiny black fingers eased apart the youngster's arse-cheeks to reveal a pretty little anus. The eight-year-old boy gave out a low moan of pleasure when Sneck's tongue pushed its way into his rectum. His tiny, hard-standing cock bounced up and down beneath his belly as the chemical-rich saliva overloaded his senses and sent him reeling.
'My bum-hole is on fire,' cooed Simon. 'Just like last night and the night before. It burns. It burns.'
The Sneath ignored the comments, as he always did, and continued to probe the boy's inner sanctum.
'What was that noise, Laura?' asked John. 'Did it come from upstairs?'
'Simon is fast asleep by now,' said Laura, 'so stop fussing and get on with it.'
John looked over at his wife as she squeezed Martin's hard- standing cock and sucked it back into her mouth. The cock he held in his hand belonged to Alan, Martin's bisexual friend.
'How old is Simon?' asked Alan, suggestively. 'Is he old enough to get down and dirty with us?'
John looked up at the man and gave him a disapproving look.
'Easy, boy,' laughed Alan. 'You wouldn't want to upset the man who gives you so much pleasure.'
John adored being a cock-sucking wimp, especially when his twenty-six-year-old wife allowed him to suck on a cock that had just fucked her brains out. However, Alan and Martin were far more dominant than Laura's previous lovers - the two men liked to tie him up and punish his arse-cheeks with a leather tawse. The idea that Alan might now want to have sex with his eight-year-old son was well beyond the pale; and yet it did make his hard-standing cock twitch.
Sneck removed his tongue from the boy's rectum as the four naked adults continued their orgy downstairs. Simon almost fainted with joy when the long, thin organ was replaced by an even longer one.
'Jigger-jig time,' said Sneck, as he grabbed hold of the boy's hips and pulling them toward him. 'We fuck now.'
The pale white skin of the human contrasted well with the shiny black skin of the alien. The youngster was raised a few inches off the floor and impaled on the Sneath's hard- standing member - the penetrating rod slipped effortlessly into the rectum as Simon drew up his knees and let his friend take him for a ride.
'No noise now, boy,' rasped Sneck. 'Put fingers in mouth to stop noise.'
The sex tourist from Kell fucked the eight-year-old human in several different positions, his favourite being to let Simon bounce up and down on his rod as he lay flat out on the floor.
The hoc-la [political establishment] on Kell would have him arrested and locked up for playing with his food in this way. They were far too strait-laced to appreciate his creative bent. Anyone could seduce a boy and gobble him up for breakfast, lunch or dinner; it was so old-fashioned and boring. It took flare and imagination to see that a boy was more than just a tasty delicacy. So, trailblazers like him were forced off-world to pursue their lustful interests on Earth.
Simon's body was glistening with sweat by the time his friend had climaxed for the third and final time. The hot, alien seed flooded into his inner sanctum and mixed with the previous two deposits. The chemical surging through his bloodstream was still keeping his cock flagpole stiff, as well as overriding the discomfort from his bumpy ride - the cloud nine buzz would last for some hours, so he had plenty of time to get over the anal soreness.
'Lick cock clean,' rasped the exhausted creature.
The boy was too puffed out to stand up, so he maneuvered into position on his hands and knees. The Sneath's shiny black cock had no knob-head: it simply rounded off like the end of a wooden broom handle, with a small slit in the centre of its domed end. It felt like polished glass and slipped easily into Simon's little mouth.
There was no ball-sac as such, just two hairless descenders that resembled a pair of large butter beans. They hung, one beside the other, beneath the base of the creature's cock.
Simon liked sucking on the Sneath's 'broom handle' cock. It tasted nice, like a lollypop, and twitched a lot when his tongue licked the domed end.
'Ah, nice,' cooed Sneck. 'You good cock-sucker, boy.'
Simon ran his tongue over every inch of the hard-standing cock, including the two 'butter bean' descenders. The alien lay on his back with his arms and legs fully outstretched.
'Boy will suck on two cocks tomorrow night, yes?' asked Sneck, raising his head off the floor to look at the eight- year-old cock-sucker. 'I bring friend. We fuck you good.'
The boy looked up and smiled with his eyes, there was no way he was going to remove the cock from his mouth to say, 'yes'.
'My friend wants blond boy, like you,' Sneck continued. 'We have big jigger-jig party, yes?'
Simon smiled again with his eyes as the tip of his tongue found the most sensitive spot on the alien's cock.
Sneck was pleased he hadn't succumb to the temptation of gobbling up the boy that had given him so much pleasure. His fellow Sneath, apart from a few like Atture Gant, were philistines when it came to such things. They would have a boy's genitals in the palm of their hand and see only a mouth-watering snack.
Atture was young and inexperienced, so it would be Sneck's job to see that his apprentice didn't get carried away and snack on Simon after the fun was over. Restraint was the key word in these situations, so Sneck was thinking of tying up Atture during the sex romp - he though it looked quite sexy when the humans did it downstairs.
'Stop now, boy,' said the Sneath. 'Sneck must go.'
Simon ignored his friend's request and continued to suck on the shiny black cock.
'Sneck must go,' repeated the alien. 'More suck-suck later. More jigger-jig later. Sneck must go.'
The boy needed to be prised off his friend's hard-standing cock; and looked so sad when Sneck touched the bracelet and began to float in mid-air.
'You get dressed now, boy,' rasped Sneck. 'More kiss-kiss, suck-suck and jigger-jig tomorrow.'
The Sneath then disappeared into thin air, leaving Simon to put on his pyjamas and gingerly nurse his red-raw cock and sore arsehole.
(c) Trevor Martindale, November 2007
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