Well, however this turned out on me, I wasn’t going to gripe, not one syllable, and I was going to do my best at it. Since I had to gather oapop pods, I was going to gather more than anyone else! I had twenty boxes here, I was going to fill every last one of them before they picked us up for noon break!
So I went to work with a will. Those boxes filled, though the distance between loads grew. Each tree gave up maybe a half box-full (one of those baskets) and the distance to the next one was up to twenty more feet. By the halfway mark, the trees were a good two or three hundred feet from the boxes, and I was spending more time hauling and less time picking up with each load.
But I gritted my teeth and kept going and when the flivver came up, it came to see all twenty boxes loaded, and Danmic and me waiting for them in triumph.
“Not bad, city boy!” the foreman said. “Let’s see how you handle lunchtime!”
That was peculiar, the way they laughed. “Why, what’s wrong with lunch? Aren’t they going to feed us?”
“Sure, they’ll feed us. Then you’ll feed him.” he gestured at Danmic.
I looked down at Danmic. The first impression you had when looking at a Naveban was you were looking at a child. But then the impressions sorted out and you saw that they were shaped all wrong for a human of any age, the broad chest, long arms and shorter legs made them more simian shaped, like a chimpanzee. The skin was brown with a greenish tint (the way a Caucasian-ancestry human like myself is whitish in tint, that is), the eyes were wider than a human’s and spaced a bit further apart, the nose was flattened against the face, the mouth was externally human in size and shape, but when the mouth opened, you saw the teeth were smaller, flatter and more numerous, over fifty teeth in the average Naveban mouth. The tongue was longer and more agile, and performed part of the smelling ability of the Naveban, who extruded it in the direction of the thing it wanted to smell. A Naveban could whiff whether an oapop pod was ripe or not, which was one reason to use the natives to harvest them, the other was that they could clamber among those tangled branches like it was level pavement to reach them. How we humans would gather the pods without them, I don’t know, it wouldn’t be easy or cheap enough to make them marketable.
“So what’s the problem with feeding them?” I asked the foreman as I boarded the flivver with Danmic.
“You’ll find out!” was all I got from the foreman, that and more laughter. Whatever was coming up, it was my “rite of passage” here, I had to be ready to do whatever it took.
I waited a while (gathering up all six parties and loading their boxes took some time), then I asked on the way back to the camp, “So you’re all not going to tell me what’s up with feeding the Naveban. I don’t get it, they eat the pods. What’s the problem?”
I looked at Danmic, who only smiled at me. He wasn’t going to help.
“Can’t you at least give me a hint here?” I asked after a time. Begged, practically.
“Okay, a riddle. If the Naveban only eat oapop pods and they have plenty of them on their native continent, and they don’t use any of our other goods or technology, why would they come out here and help us gather pods at all? How do we pay them?”
That gave me pause. You don’t question things you grow up with, my grandfather had been the driving force behind the Naveban cooperation with humans, my father had refined the techniques. Naveban natives DIDN’T use Earth technology. Hey, yeah, how did we pay them? “So how do we pay them? With lunch?”
“That’s right.” And that was all I got.
So we had lunch and I still didn’t see it. We humans sat at one table and the Navebans ate their pods at another. The Navebans’ front incisor teeth were perfect for gripping and ripping those tough shells open and then the tender nuts inside were ground up by those rows of molars. We humans ate slower than them, they devoured their portions greedily and I watched them leaving their table one at a time. The talk around me died down a little at a time.
“Uhn, uhn!” the man to my left grunted and I looked at him. He wasn’t eating, he was leaning back against the backrests of the table’s built-in chairs. I’d wondered about the backrests, you wouldn’t expect such a luxury on an outdoor camping table, and these backrests didn’t kick in support until you were about forty-five degrees back, too far to eat. But he was leaning back and I wondered why and then I saw.
He had his pants unfastened and his cock was out and a Naveban was busily sucking at his cock! I looked around and saw other men leaning in that same way and realized that I now knew where all the Navebans had gone. Under our table! I was looking at a group sex orgy with the Navebans supplying the cocksucking!
I looked back at the guy to my left. A big, brawny man (the job built muscles, that was for sure), he was looking my way and grinning, then his eyes closed and his lips pursed and he grunted those grunts again, “Unh, unh!” Then he grinned and said, “Man, I just love these lunch breaks!”
“Best damned perk of the job!” another man agreed.
“Rosslyn? You see what I mean about feeding them now?” the foreman asked me. He was at the head of the table, laid back and he put one foot up on the table in a lewd motion. “You think you can handle it?”
“Or are you going to go running back to Daddy?” another man said, and that was the wrong thing to say to me.
I looked over at Danmic, he was wiping his lips of his saliva from his oapop meal and looking my way.
“I think he’s ready for you.” the foreman said, he could see the table easily from his vantage point. “Are you ready for him?”
“Yeah.” I said, swallowing hard. “I’m ready!” And I reached down and ran my finger along the line of the fly, releasing the cloture.
“You going to do it, Rosslyn?” the one who’d made the “Daddy” crack said. “You going to let that Naveban go down on that royal cock?”
I’m not sure where I got my next remark. “And why not?” I asked. “How do you think my grandfather and father got the Navebans here in the first place?”
That earned a big laugh and in the process, Danmic was under the table and in between my legs. I fished out my cock and flopped it out at him. I was limp, sure, wouldn’t you have been?
“That isn’t going to feed him much.” observed the guy at my right. His own Naveban had just gotten into position, and he was feeding the native a fat, hard cock.
“Don’t worry, it’ll rise for him when he gets started.” I said. Danmic took my prick into his mouth and the warm softness of those lips and tongue combined with their powerful muscles wrapped my dong and forced it to life.
“Ooh, ahhh, geez!” I gasped when Danmic’s lips sunk deep upon me and then stroked upwards, a wave of pleasure wafting in their wake as they rode up my shaft and gripped my glans.
I leaned back and closed my eyes. I’d had sex before (when you’re rich, the women come at you early and often), but this was the best blowjob I’d had by far and then some! Danmic’s mouth was bobbing back and forth with a speed and dexterity that humans can only wish they could match.
“Hell of a job perk, isn’t it?” the guy to my left sighed. “Ah, shit, I’m about to come!”
“That’s how you feed them.” the foreman told me. Breakfast, lunch and dinner are on you from now on. How do you feel about that?”
Danmic was making me lose concentration with his talented mouth, but I rallied and said, “I’m thinking he could use a midnight snack, too!”
The men about me laughed, a broken sound as most of the Navebans were busy under the table now. “Welcome to the plantation crew, Rosslyn!” one of them said.
“Call me Jas!” I gasped out. “Oh, shit! Just don’t forget to call me for dinner!”
“That’s the spirit, Jas!” the foreman agreed. “Uhhh, uh, guhhhh!”
The men left me alone after that which I was glad for, for it let me concentrate on this terrific blowjob. I lounged back with my legs sprawled out, my right leg resting against the lower leg of another man who had a bouncing-leg thing going, but I didn’t care about that. It gave Danmic full range of motion on me and he had unleashed the full fury of his sucking frenzy on me. I was groaning and grunting along with all the other men of the crew, and then the guy on my left hit his climax.
“Ah, hell, here it comes. Here it comes, Tylric, take it for me, buddy, take it good! Ah, AHA, AH, AH, GAH, HAH, UH-GUNNNNNKKKKHHHH!”