Meteor Shower
A Story by Brooklyn_Kat

It was 1961, and he was eighteen.

In what seemed like no time at all, two years had passed since Chuck Baker, an alien from another planet had landed in the yard next door and changed the course of Lem's life.  The human had only been on his planet for a bit less than three days, but in that time he'd had a profound effect on those around him.  General Grawl had become interested in creating their own space agency in the pursuit of exploring space, now that they knew it was larger than 500 miles across... Skiff was now spending more time outdoors and away from his comics thanks to his new companion Rover, and Eckle was determined to become the planet's first astronaut.

As for Lem, he'd been shown that sometimes the less you rigidly plan something out... the better it could be.  Having met Chuck, he'd been given a boost of confidence and decided that he should try to be a bit more adventurous.  With two years of High School still standing between him and Graduation, he'd decided to have a go at one of the athletic sports the school offered, something that Nera and his parents met with encouragement.

He knew he was too small in build for Football, and that he wouldn't be any good with a Baseball bat, but one of the things he'd learned during the events of two years before, was that he could run quickly and far before he tired out, and with that in mind he'd opted for the running track.  He quickly learned that he had "the right stuff" for track, which eventually led to him bringing home a modest collection of medals as the final two years of school progressed.

And that was where he was now, the boys' locker room of Glipforg High, standing beneath a shower of relaxing, warm water after a long track session.

He was thankful for the warm water, which washed away the fatigue in his muscles, the sweat on his skin and the tension in his joints.  Letting his green skin become slick, he began to run the bar of soap over his stomach, enjoying the soft motion as it glided over his flesh leaving bubbles in its wake.  As he worked it over his body with his right hand, he spread the suds with his left.

Running the bar upwards, he slid it over his pectorals, feeling the solid mass of muscle and the warmth within.  He spent a few moments sliding it through a circular pattern before he slid it back down to his abdomen and spread the suds on his chest with his free hand.  Almost as quickly as they'd appeared, the suds and mini bubbles were obliterated by the jets from the double-headed shower nozzle, running down his body and pattering the the circular tiles beneath his feet.

Rubbing the bar around his pelvis, Lem took a quick opportunity to slide it across his cloaca, spreading the pleasant liquid across the fleshy folds and then taking another moment to run his fingers inside to wash what was inside.

Lem's face flushed slightly at the contact, but he carried on washing himself, taking the soap across his arms and his legs.

That was as far as he'd gotten before he realised he was aroused, his pointed penis poking out of his cloaca and emerald precum dripping from the tip.

Lem's face became flushed again.

Great, he thought bitterly.  I can't go outside as long as it's sticking out like that.  Deciding there was nothing else he could do, he set the bar of soap on the shower tap and gripped his erect penis between his four fingers.  Rubbing the palm of his hand over the head, he stimulated more precum, using it and the water to lubricate his cock he began to run his hand up and down the shaft.  Causing it to become fully erect, it grew in size and moaned quietly as his testicles were tugged out of his cloaca.

Nestling the two orbs in his free hand, he squeezed them gently each time his hand reached the tip and the base of his penis.

He repeated this for several minutes, the athletics had been the last class of the day and football practice wouldn't be over until seven, he had plenty of time before he had to be home at eight o'clock.  Allowing himself to become more in tune with his masturbation, he closed his eyes and began to quicken his pace.  Before, he was getting a tingle of pleasure as his hand rubbed the head of his cock and each jerk of his shaft made his testicles momentarily tighten.  Now, he could feel that he was slowly building toward something, precum dripped from his penis again and his free hand rubbed the inside of his cloaca before tugging one of his Lekku.

He could feel it now, something building at the base of his penis and getting stronger with each slide of his hand and each grope.

"uh... uh.... ugh... ah... uh... ah... ah..."  He grunted, unable to suppress the sound of his passion as he masturbated toward climax, he could feel it coming now, a greater tightening of his testes, a quickly building warmth in his hard-on and the feeling like a hose being suddenly opened.

Closing his hand over the head of his penis, a strange pleasurable sensation occurred as he came, and the sticky, creamish-green liquid splurted out of the gaps between his fingers.  Using the cum as more lubricant, he continued to masturbate, letting the ejaculate splatter against the wall and the floor as he experienced a second orgasm.  As he'd done this he'd been rubbing his chest, and once the flow of cum had stilled, he used his free hand to first brush back his hair and then wash the hand he'd came into.

As the product of his loins vanished down the drain, he watched his penis become flaccid, and begin to retract back into his cloaca.  No longer aroused, ran the soap once more over his body before washing it off.  Turning off the faucet, he turned to grab his towel and became aware that he wasn't alone.  He recognised them, they were both members of the Glipforg Meteors, the High School football team, the emblem of which was on the wall behind them.  The one to the right was large and stocky, with one of his Lekku wrapped up in a roll of bandage after a injury last game.  Despite wearing a blue and yellow towel, Lem could see that he was erect by the tent-pole effect caused by the teen's cock poking against the towel.

The teen to the left was leaner in comparison, with a chiselled chin, longer hair and looking a bit more flushed in the face.  Despite this, his towel was completely off, dangling from his right hand as he massaged his own erection with his left.

"You're Lem, right?"  Tent-pole asked.

"Uh, yeah."  Lem replied nervously.  Concious of the fact he was quickly becoming aroused again.

"Right, well... we've got a problem here."  Tent-pole smirked.  "See, my buddy and I were hoping to get a shower in after practice, but now we're all going to be distracted."

"Sorry about that."

"Don't worry, I think I know just what we all need to fix our problems."  Tent-pole smirked, unwrapping his towel and dumping it aside.

"What're you doing?"  Lem gaped, backing up against the wall.

"Don't worry, you'll enjoy it."  Tent-pole smirked once more, before grabbing both of Lem's arms and spinning him around.  Facing toward the other Jock, his head and back were forced downward as a thick-fingered hand probed the puckered entrance to his ass.

Lem gasped as Tent-pole pushed his thick erection into him, sending a mixture of discomfort and pleasure causing through the smaller alien's abdomen.

"P-please..."  He winced.

"It'll be over in a few minutes."  Tent-pole smiled as he adjusted himself.  Meanwhile, Jock had positioned himself in front of Lem and was stroking his hair.  He was consciously aware of the second erect penis that was just inches from his face.  He was also concious of the fact that he was now rock hard again, and was desperately wishing he wasn't.

"Try go with the flow", Jock suggested, not seeming to be taking as much pleasure as his team-mate.  "Try not to swallow, it'll taste weird."  Tent-pole seemed to take that as a cue, as he slowly started to push toward Lem and then pull away.  Immediately the young alien felt the large mass moving back and forth, rubbing against his anus and sending quick pulses of that discomfort/pleasure feeling shooting up his spine.  After a few moments of this, Jock took his cock and pushed it toward Lem's face.  Knowing he had no choice, Lem opened his mouth and took the thick lump of meat and closed his lips around it.  "It'll be over quicker if you suck it, like a lollipop."

"lollipop, lollipop."  Tent-pole smirked.

Face flushed, Lem began to suck.  Unprepared, a loud slrrr sound escaped from his mouth and Jock laughed.

"No!  No!  Slowly, use your tongue."  Lem tried to take this in despite the situation.  By now he was becoming adjusted to Tent-pole's movement and cock, using the momentum to move his head back and forth smoothly along the shaft of Jock's penis.  "That's it..."  Jock sighed contently, closing his eyes.

Tears ran down Lem's face as he carried on.

"Unh... ugghhh... tight little boy, aren't you?  Where've you been hiding?"  Lem almost replied with 'the observatory', but he knew that anything he tried to say would've come out unintelligible.  He let out something approximating a choked yelp as Tent-pole reached a hand around his waist and grabbed his boner.  "No sense you not getting any fun out of this", he said before he began to stroke him off.

The three of them remained there for what seemed like forever, Lem being fucked in the ass by Tent-pole whilst being masturbated by him, and giving Jock a blowjob.

Just as it seemed like it was going to go on forever, Tent-pole suddenly pulled away, sliding his penis out of Lem's anus, but not before its head caught the puckered rim, causing several gobs of precum to flow from the younger alien's erection.  Noting his partner's change of tactic, Jock removed his own cock and stepped back, allowing Lem to straighten up.  The three boys stood there for a moment, Lem with his back now against the wall whilst the other two blocked his escape.  They were all breathing deeply and sweating from the exertion.

"It's almost over, but first we need to get a bit more close."  Tent-pole smiled.  Placing both hands on Lem's shoulders, he pushed him down into a sitting position before placing him on his side.  It unnerved Lem how the Quarterback leered at his penis which stood stiff, poking out of his cloaca.  Laying down in front of him, Tent-pole nestled his head beside Lem's crotch whilst his own was near Lem's face.  Pulling himself closer, Tent-pole began to lick his tongue around Lem's testicles, and the base of his penis.

Whilst this was happening, Jock lay down behind Lem and probed the younger alien's anus.  Precum ejected from Lem's erection and splattered against Tent-pole's mouth as Jock slid his hard cock inside.  Tent-pole laughed and scooped up the liquid before sucking his fingers dry.

"Take my dick into your mouth like I'm about to do to yours, and keep sucking."  With that, he engulfed Lem's penis, seeming to take most of the shaft so that only an inch between Lem's balls and the Quarterback's face was visible.  Using the Jock's pelvic thrusts like a metronome, Lem began to suck Tent-pole's erection.

Each time Jock pushed into Lem's anus, Lem sucked Tent-pole's penis toward him, and in turn Tent-pole sucked Lem's in similar motion.

Lem could feel it now, the familiar sensation of butterflies stirring in his stomach and of parts of his body going into motion.  The three of them moved as one, a vast array of pistons thrusting away on the tiled floor.  As each alien served the other, their pace steadily grew.  He could tell by the growing sound of their grunts that his two captors were slowly working their way towards climax.  With his free right-hand, Lem grasped the uninjured Lekku on Tent-pole's head.  Tent-pole immediately moaned and shuddered, welcoming the additional stimulation.

The three quickly reached the culmination of their threesome.  Jock was the first to cum, injecting a warm stream of liquid into Lem's ass, causing it to spurt out of the small gaps between his cock and Lem's sphincter.  As he came he gripped Lem's back, shaking it as he climaxed.  The strange, enjoyable sensation, combined with Tent-pole's blowjob was too much, and Lem ejaculated next, tugging hard on Tent-pole's Nekku as the Quarterback eagerly gulped down Lem's warm cum.  Moments later, thanks to Lem's handiwork on his Lekku, Tent-pole spasmed as he came, creamy, salty ejaculate splattering into Lem's mouth, taking him by total surprise.

Releasing Tent-pole's penis from his mouth, further cum splattered across Lem's chin, neck and chest as he pulled backward.  Moments later Jock pulled his cock from Lem's ass, causing a fresh stream of cum to first pour into Tent-pole's mouth before he released Lem's erection, where it then splattered like a ray gun along his freckled chest.

The three of them lay there for a few minutes, saying nothing, doing nothing other than breathing, sweating and taking in what they'd just done.  Silently, they helped pick each other up and proceeded to turn the showers back on, rinsing away the sweat, lethargy and creamish-green ejaculate from their bodies.  Clean and refreshed, they each donned their respective towels and vanished back into the boy's locker room to get dressed.

Epilogue

 As Lem unlocked his bicycle from the rack, he could feel a pair of shadows fall over him, looking up, he could see the two boys from the showers standing above him, both now dressed in matching red and white letterman football jackets.

"Um... hey."  He grinned sheepishly, his face becoming flushed again.

"Frigar Glort"  Tent-pole greeted, holding out a hand.

"Jaku Regar."  Greeted Jock, doing likewise.

"Uh... Lem Korpidg"  He shook their hands back, not sure what to make of it.

"Look, I just wanted you to know that... appearances otherwise, we didn't really mean to hurt you."  Tent-pole, Frigar said, looking a lot more friendly compared to before.

"It was an initiation, an overdue one... for getting on the track team."  Jock, Jaku explained.

"You do that to everyone?"  Lem asked incredulously.

"Kinda."  Frigar smirked, bemused.  "We're all kinda scared when it first happens."

"No kidding."  Lem raised an eyebrow.

"We just wanted to know if you were alright.  Cause... sometimes a few of us get together in private and..."  Jaku trailed off, leaving the ending to Lem's imagination.

"How'd you think I got this?"  Frigar pointed at the bandage wrapping his right Lekku.

"Okay..."  Lem nodded, grimacing slightly.  He unlatched his bike, stuffed the padlock in his bag and began to walk away.  He turned to see that Frigar and Jaku had begun to walk the opposite way, but within moments he'd casually caught up with them again.  "So, if I were interested in doing that again... would you?"

"Be interested?"  Jaku raised a playful eyebrow.

"You're on the sports team."  Frigar exclaimed, friendly clapping a hand on Lem's shoulder.  "You're one of us, you just need to ask."  The three boys smiled between each other, after a few moments the two Footballers turned and began to walk off toward the Cinema, waving at some girls clustered beneath the marquee.  Lem watched them walk away for a few moments before he turned, aiming to make his way home.  As he pushed his bike his mind retraced what'd happened only a short time ago.

No matter what happens, Neera isn't going to find out about this.  He thought himself.  It had been unusual and uncomfortable, but he knew that a whole new world had been opened to him, and weirdly, it was all thanks to Chuck.