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'BOYLE'S NIGHT OUT'

Simon Dessloch

      It was the Siazi year 6991, third season. Boyle had forgotten the name for the third season, si-something, it was always si-something with the Siazi. Si meant three, third, whatever, and everything was always three with the Siazi.
     Boyle had discovered them about ten years ago and had been visiting their home world regularly since then. Business was a good enough excuse to come here: trading in Siom and other Siazi goodies, not to sell on Earth of course, but to humans off-world. If some of it found its way back home, so be it.
     Few humans had explored this far, but the natives knew what he was and were courteous to him. Boyle had doubts about this new friendship treaty. Many humans would get a taste for the good life, and spoil his paradise.
     Even now Yago still filled the blue stained streets and cobble stone paths. By the end of the season they would be gone. The temperature never sank below freezing on this planet, but the Yago detested even temperatures of about 10 degrees C, anything below they found unbearable. Boyle had taken the Hitler to the Yago home world occasionally: a climate comprising of dry heat, humid heat, any kind of heat you could imagine, and some you couldn't.
He'd always stayed on board the Hitler if at all possible. He much preferred visiting this planet. The ripe air of dying everywhere. It was only beginning. That's what he liked, still alive but dying. The Siazi sun directly ahead, about to set, casting long shadows. Dusk came earlier now, but the warmth lingered far into the night. Similar to autumn on Earth, only sweeter. It would be a nice death. It would hurt a
little, but there would be so much pleasure.
     While the light was still bright Boyle sat outside, no need to hurry, but time to prepare. He ordered Siom: triple length, triple strength, the third one didn't work on humans.
     Two Yago joined him at his table in the sun. Taller than human males, on average by about ten centimeters, their skin was thick and leathery and so black as to have a bluish tint. Large eyes, protruding and almost curved across their faces, a red, orange, yellow mélange that had a crystal-like glow. The first Yago was bluer, the second taller. Before long a sweet Siazi joined them.  It settled on the first Yago's lap, who held it by it's bony pelvis, to which clung a sort of skirt, like a red Indian or punk mini ,
open at the sides, open all the way, except where it gripped at the hips. Boyle ordered Siom for everybody.
     The sun disappeared centimeter by centimeter at the horizon and the two Yago petted and poked the little Siazi, and poured quantities of thick, blue Siom down its throat.  He was near enough to experience the creature's scent, intense and heady, like Jasmine, but not Jasmine. That, and the effects of the Siom, made him want the thing even more. But Boyle held back for the moment.
    Soon the sun vanished and the three Siazi moons were in ascendance. Boyle sat and watched the two Yago having the Siazi  between them. Both Yago and Siazi were shameless about their sexuality. Their garments had zips and buttons in the right places to make genitals easily accessible without having to remove any of their clothes. This applied even to the Yago uniforms. The Siazi was sucking one of the Yago, while the other fucked it. It was a scrawny little thing, that's what Boyle liked, very typey. 
   Its straight, yellow hair fell either side of its head, obscuring the action.
Bent over, facing half up, it moved to and fro. Its spidery fingers embraced the first Yago's pelvis. At his demand it dug its nails in. The first now grabbed its profuse mane and dragged its head to control the motion, and Boyle could see even less.
     He stood up. As soon as the Yago finished, it would be his turn. The second was getting into it now, and between them they were pulling and pushing at it violently, and it made a sound, a little like purring. Boyle
had to look away for a moment. He didn't want to shoot his load.

    "Haven't we met before?" The Siazi turned to Boyle and studied him briefly. It hadn't understood, of course. Like a cat that knew it had been addressed, waiting for - clarification? A gesture. He kept eye-contact. Slowly Boyle reached out and touched it, carefully at first, not in the face or genitals or abdomen. He caressed its shoulders, then moved in with the other hand stroking its hair.
    The Siazi came to him, and Boyle sat it on his lap, face to face, its legs gripping his flank. Oh yes. He held it close, and it put its long, thin arms around him. It was so easy. The Siazi were fast getting used to him.
    It rocked back and forth, rubbing itself against his hard-on. Sheer heaven. The warmth, the pleasure still mild, it could go on for ever. He kissed the thing's mouth. Their tongues met. He had to close his eyes or he'd cry. The way they kissed.
    A little more now. He embraced the Siazi's pelvis, indicating it to slow down and stop so he could undo his flies. It understood and opened its magic zippers.
    "You're beautiful."  The Siazi looked at him again with those questioning eyes.
     It pressed itself against him, and Boyle stroked it and took the rest of its clothes off. He wanted to see and touch all of it before fucking it. Translucent hair lightly covered its pale tan skin, taut and thin, not rough like a man's, but not soft like a woman's, it had no pubic hair, and he could feel the hard muscle and harder bone underneath.
     Having removed all of its clothes and his own, he went on his knees in front of it and held it still at arm's length, then turned it all the way round to examine it. He kissed it, not its mouth but its body, and caressed
its chest and abdomen, then stopped. It was looking at him expectantly, and he nodded.
     'Heshe', he said.
     'Sijy', it replied.
     He dragged the Siazi towards him and reached between its legs. Then he pulled it down completely, but it was so tight that he couldn't penetrate.
Boyle held on to it and forced his cock in.  The Siazi grimaced and tensed up, and for a minute or so they both felt exquisite pain. Lying on his back Boyle left it in control for a while. It barely moved but its pelvic muscles did the job. Within just a few minutes of this he could no longer resist the urge to be on top. How did the aliens stand it, he knew they could go on for hours like this. Thank God he'd had some of that Siom, he wouldn't have lasted this long without the stuff.
     He got the Siazi on its back and fucked it properly which required all of his strength. He thought he had it securely jammed beneath him, but somehow it  wormed its way out from under him and scurried away. Before he could get up it was already pinned against the stone wall by the second Yago.
     He got to his knees and found his view blocked by the first . The Yago sang his melodious yet incomprehensible song, and Boyle embraced him like the little Siazi had done earlier, took the alien cock inside his mouth. The Jasmine scent opened up his throat.
    He sensed the delicious, familiar taste, then the eruption came, the Yago cock spouting metal blue. He had to use his hands to save some of it from dripping to the ground.
    The Yago left him and Boyle sucked his fingers and licked the alien spunk off the ancient cobble stones. The little Siazi had disappeared with the two Yago. Damn! Boyle had planned to fuck all its orifices. The Siazi had three.
 
 

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