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It had all been going so well for Captain Asante and his team, locating this planet called BL9 in the middle of a black hole somewhere, nobody really knew where, but his navigasearchers had managed it. And they had landed and met with no hostility. In fact they had been welcomed into the Presidential Palace, which was where they were now.

Then, after some polite preliminaries the president, Gazpo, had begun to assert himself and had Asante's colleagues takes somewhere for "dinner", leaving Asante and Gazpo alone.

"Yes, my ancestors were great admirers of your predecessors,' he said. "Kirk and so on, the original visitors. Such admirers, in fact, that they remodeled our race on yours. But bigger and better.

Gazpo stood and removed his shirt, to reveal a dark bronze torso which rippled with unnecessary muscles.

"What we didn't like was the tension between the black people and the whites,' he continued. "So we created a sort of blend. Some of the facial features are obviously African, such as the big lips, but we liked the European nose and ears. As for lower down, as I can see you are wondering, yes, we liked the black penises - in the main, that is, because you can't generalise too much about these things. So we modeled ours on them, but bigger. The true problem with the human layout is the juxtaposition of the sex and waste functions. So we did away with the shitting altogether. It's too complicated to explain, even to a scientist such as yourself, but it all disappears to a central waste plant, floating out of the body undetectably and with no unpleasant odor. But we kept the anal cavity, because so many people seem to find it fascinating. And we retained the scent, which also some people like. The scent of a clean ass, Captain. Who can resist that?"

Asante felt himself blushing, something he hadn't done since he was a teenager. Did this guy have access to video of everything he had ever done, or just to thought records? Or was he just playing mind games? He felt he should say something.

"I'm sure it's a vast improvement, Mr President," was the best he could manage.

"We also didn't like the tension between men and women," Gazpo went on, " which led to such heartache and bitterness at times. So we created a system where couples were one of each and did things together, except for sex. Too much trouble."

Asante shifted uncomfortably in his seat and Gazpo noticed, giving a faint smile.

"Yes, men with men and women with women."

"And güvenilir bahis how do you reproduce?" Asante asked confidently, glad to get a sensible question in.

"Laboratories," Gazpo said idly. "You were experimenting with this a long time ago. Anyway, he said with finality. "Enough of the technical things. This is a welcoming party. And the way we welcome visitors is by doing what we do best."

He looked Asante in the eye.

"Which is?" Asante obliged.

"With sex." Again, Gazpo fixed his eyes on Asante's, encouraging his fellow leader to work it out for himself.

Men with men, Asante thought. This guy is going to fuck me. Can I talk my way out of it, or... would it be such a bad thing anyway? Gazpo wasn't threatening, he was offering his traditional greeting.

"Are you proposing that you and I..." Asante began.

"No no no," Gazpo said. "Of course not. I am an old man. I may be in good condition but we have built-in obsolescence. I am giving you an hour with Mugazura. I will merely watch. Come with me."

Asante followed him into a palatial bedroom in the center of which was a huge white bed. In one corner a large man stood up as they entered.

"Captain Asante, Mugazura," Gazpo said formally.

The two designated partners nodded politely. Gazpo sat in the chair while Mugazura led Asante to the bed and pushed him down on it.

"Call me Muga," he said. "And you are...?"

"Andy."

"Well, Andy, the President has described to you our attributes and I am going to show you what he meant. But first please remove your clothes."

Asante considered the options. Run for it (probably futile) take his clothes off like a good boy or tell Mugazura to do it himself.

If this really was a traditional formality it would be rude to refuse or be uncooperative.

Asanta undressed and was disturbed to find an erection starting.

"Just as we saw in the history lessons," Gazpo interjected from the sidelines. "Pale, slightly hairy and reasonably well endowed. Have you ever had a homosexual encounter?"

"Err, one or two," Asante admitted.

"Penetrated?" Gazpo pursued.

Asante nodded bashfully.

"Excellent," said Gazpo, beaming. "Now please watch as Mugazura undresses.

Muga, who was wearing a Roman-style toga, pulled it over his head. There were no underclothes. His splendidly contoured body gleamed in the light and a penis nearly a foot long began to crane itself to uprightness.

"How türkçe bahis would you like to do this?" Mugazura asked politely. "On your knees or on your back?"

"Whichever is traditional for you," Asante replied in the role of diplomat.

"I will give it to you all ways," Mugazura said with a friendly smile. "Let's start on your knees. Doggie, I believe you call it."

Asante got down on all fours.

"First I will lick your ass," Mugazura informed him. "That will lubricate you. Would you like to kiss?" Seeing Asante's hesitancy he grabbed him around the waist and flung him onto his back, then climbed on top, shoved his knee between Asante's legs and lay there. Overpowered, Asante allowed himself to be kissed and found himself marveling at the sweet, thick saliva that Mugazura's big, powerful tongue was painting all around his mouth.

"Kissing," Mugazura said. "Humankind's greatest invention. Kiss me like you want me inside you."

With that he thrust a big, firm finger into Asante's ass and the earth man pulled his greeter's head down and kissed him passionately.

"Now you want to suck my penis, don't you?" Mugazura said matter-of-factly. "That is the human preference."

"How do you know so much about human preferences?"

"We research, we study. And we have visitors occasionally."

"Had any recently?"

"Last year I fucked a man from North Korea," Mugazura said proudly. "Mr Kim."

"What?" Asante gasped.

"You didn't know about that? Yes. He sucked my cock and he wanted me to cum in his mouth but I had to say no. We can't do that."

"Why not?" Asante wanted to know.

"Because when my people cum it is like having a toilet flushing in your mouth. Gallons of it. Nice and sweet but too much for a human mouth. Your ass could take it, or I could give you a shower with it at the end. We will see what you want."

"What did Kim want?"

"He wanted mainly to lick my ass. Couldn't get enough of it. As the President explained, there is no nasty stuff in there so you can get your tongue right inside and it's great. Do you want to lick my ass, Andy?"

"Let me suck you first," Asante said and quickly got down to the monstrous cock, playing with balls the size of duck eggs and loving the sheer bulk of the knob in his mouth. The slit in the end was more of a circle, which made sense if it was true about the volume of spunk that flooded from it.

Mugazura's shaft was like leather-padded steel and güvenilir bahis siteleri Asante was concerned about his capacity to accommodate it when the time came. He could barely get his hand around it. The thick, stiff pubic hair had an intoxicating aroma.

Soon he found himself with his face buried between Mugazura's buttocks, the normal ass smell turning him on even more as he gave his host as much pleasure as he could. He wasn't sure how much of this he would put in his report but if it was off the record there was no harm in licking this human-like man's asshole as if he wanted to live up there.

A masculine man who was used to calling the shots, Asante felt his dominance flooding away and all he wanted was to be fucked by Mugazura.

"I will lick your ass now," his space lover announced, flipping him onto his knees. "You are probably worried about the size of my manhood. My tongue will get you ready."

And with that, Mugazura unleashed that vast tongue and it was like being licked by a St Bernard dog. Mugazura licked Asante's ass as if he wanted to take the skin off it, then stiffened and rolled his tongue and plunged it into Asante's ass, dispensing easily with the sphincters that automatically tried to keep it out.

Asante was glad he had had a good dump and a shower before the descent to the planet, because Mugazura's tongue was further inside him than he would have believed possible.

And this was all preparation for the main event.

"Fuck me, Muga," he found himself saying, and then he felt two big arms around his waist as the monster drilled him and thrilled him. He was delirious with feelgood chemicals as Mugazura's enormous cock filled him to ecstatic bursting point. He was powerless in the grasp of this man/thing and shivered with excitement as he was ploughed relentlessly. He knew he was whimpering and he wished he could man up a little, but this was the most overwhelming, liberating experience of his life.

"Do you want me to come inside you?" Mugazura asked gently.

"Oh shit yes," Asante begged. "Shoot your stuff into me as deep as you can."

Mugazura trembled and grunted and finally gave a roar as he pumped his spunk into Asante's cavity. It was like receiving the attentions of a pressure washer as the spunk gushed into him. Mugazura pumped and pushed and pulled and writhed and roared as still more of his stuff bathed Asante's innards. Then he withdrew and a torrent of his semen raced from Asante's anus onto the sheets, which quickly absorbed it.

Asante lay face down, a beatific smile on his face as Gazpo approached.

"Welcome to our world, Captain," he said with a bow. "I will let you rest. Muga will be around all night if you get lonely."