He saw two men lying in a coital position on the edge of town and decided to land there, on the sly, and check them out.
He landed in some bushes nearby and skillfully peered noiselessly out at the pairing. For a couple of guys having sex, they weren't looking very happy about it!
"Yeah, come on, fuck me." one of them said lackadaisically.
"Oh, yeah, you're my bitch now." the other said in the same lackluster tones.
"Yeah, man, yeah." the first one droned.
What the fuck was this? They weren't even moving. It was like they were..were doing a script reading, for a part they had no interest at all in.
Nobody else was around, and he decided to move in closer and speak with them. If they weren't allies of Wikkar, maybe they would be friends of the old U.S.A. God knows the country needed friends right now!
"What are you two doing?" He asked as he stepped up.
The man looked over, and apparently didn't recognize him, despite his rather flashy green-and-black costume. Oh, well, he bet Superman got a lot of "who the hell is that?" in the early days, too.
"We're fucking, what does it look like?" the man on top said. He was in his early thirties, light-skinned, dark-brown haired, nice body on the hairy side, and his butt looked like a couple of apples ready to chomp. Cleavon found his teeth making a mock bite as he looked at the ass.
"You look like you're bored to death." Cleavon said.
"You got that right." the first one said. He was younger, blond-haired and blue-eyed, looking like one of those too-damned-pretty white boys they liked to use in all the commercials. A button nose, smooth cheeks, skin pale enough to be near true-white, and had his lanky legs wrapped around the thighs of his partner.
"Is the guy that bad a lay?"
"Hell, I didn't used to be!" the man protested. "I was a regular stud!"
"You sure were." the other said.
"You were good, too, in your time."
"What's all this ‘used to be' and ‘were once' shit?" Cleavon asked. "You forget how to fuck?
"No, man! It was the machines. They came and took them all."
"Took all of what?" Cleavon asked. The man rolled over and Cleavon said, "Oh!"
Neither of these men had a dick! Just smooth skin and a tiny piss-hole, it looked like. No scar tissue.
"You're practically looking like women there."
"Don't I wish." the blond haired man said. "Even a pussy is better than what we got now."
"What do you have?"
"Memories."
"Memories?"
"Yeah, the memories of all the sex we used to have. When the machines came along and, uh, harvested the crop for one of their big ships, they gave us this panel that lets us share our sexual memories with our partner. We can play the missing partner, or we can trade fuck memories with each other, and run them at the same time. Bill and I were playing one of his favorite fucks here. For about the umpteen-and-fifth time."
"You used to love it." Bill reminded him.
"I did. I do." the man said. "It's a fantastic fuck, it's amazing how much I can feel of what that other guy felt. But hell, you run through any show a hundred times, you get tired of it, you know? Bill's only got about seventy-five of them, and that's all, that's it, that's all she wrote. But the only other choice is to take some sort of dildo to your butt and tickle your prostate with it. Only new kind of orgasm you can get. But that's no fun, either, not really."
"You can't get some dicks back?"
"Like we haven't tried? Everybody who has a dick now hangs on to them. Not that I blame them. The machines are keeping the few whose owners are gone entirely and they aren't keen on sharing it, especially when installing it would be a pretty permanent job. They'd rather keep it and garner all the mana for themselves."
"That's tough." Cleavon said. "So why did you guys ask for me when the Ricos came to visit you? I only got the one cock, and it's not for sale."
"You're one of the six?" the blond said, eyes wide.
"Six? Yeah, there are six of us." Cleavon said. "I'm Cleavon."
"I'm Lurton." the blond said. "This is Bill. Man, oh, man, are we glad to see you."
"What did you want me for? Rico said it was for a movie."
"Oh, you bet!" Lurton gushed. "We want you for our new sex features."
"How's that again?" Cleavon frowned and tilted his head.
"Want to fuck my butt for me?" Lurton laid back onto the ground and raised up his legs. "I've been among all these no-dicks so long it's practically virginal."
"Before that, it was a wide alley any number could use at one time." Bill said. "The more, the merrier."
"Bitch." Lurton said without heat. "It's tightened up a lot, been more than two years since I had anyone on it. I tried a cucumber on it and it hurt me, even. So come on over and give me a good, hard fucking, man. I need it. A bit of the real thing after all these years."
"Why use a public toilet when you got a private bath." Bill said. "My butt has never been fucked ever since I got my own mind back into it. I haven't been desperate enough to try sticking carrots or celery sticks up there like blondie here, but right now, a fuck sounds pretty good."
"I was just admiring that fine ass of yours." Cleavon admitted.
"So, want to be the first one to take it?" Bill said.
"You bet." Cleavon said. "Get back down like you was before. Your ass was in a prime angle then."
"Why should I?" Lurton asked.
"Because I'll link and let you share it." Bill said.
"Yeah? Gee, man, that's great!" Lurton said. "It'll be like we're both getting our virgin butts plugged."
"Two guys at once, huh?" Cleavon said.
"It'll be like you're swinging a double-dick." Lurton assured him. "Come on, Bill, let's hurry before the others spot this piece of man-meat and demand a share."
Bill lay down on top of Lurton and that round, taut ass was again teasingly upwards. Only this time, it was matched with Bill looking at Cleavon and grinning.
Cleavon grinned as he took out that prod.
"Oh, my God, it's huge!" Bill said in alarm.
"Yes!" Lurton said, one hand turned into a fist and a jerking move of the arm, a "pulling down" of triumph. "Come on and let's par-tay har-day!"
"I don't know about this." Bill dithered.
Cleavon knelt down and said, "I'll put some spit on it first."
"Hey, let me." Lurton said. "I used to be a real pro at this. I'll lube that fucker up in ten seconds flat and you'll love every second of it."
"That's big words." Cleavon said and presented his prong with a waggle of the fat, heavy head.
Lurton scooted both Bill and himself around and dove onto it with an eagerness that could not have been faked. Bill just watched, eyes wide as Lurton slurped on Cleavon's prod with an agile slathering of moisture that accomplished exactly what he had promised.
"Oh, yeah, yeah!" Cleavon groaned. "Suck that mother, suck it good, man."
And Lurton was done, and a thick sheath of grayish saliva covered the long, brown prong.
"Time now for some cherry digging." Cleavon said.
"Oh, man!" Bill groaned. "Man, I'll never make it. Even with the repair machines they put in us, I'll never make it!"
"Let's find out, shall we?" Cleavon said.
"Ulp!" Bill said, followed by a heavy swallow. "Okay, I'm ready. I think."
Cleavon pushed his cockhead into those paired orbs and Bill immediately groaned. "Oh, oh, oh!"
"Ah, let me feed you some experience!" Lurton snarled in frustration. Something happened, for their faces went slack for a second, then Cleavon found Bill's butt more receptive.
"Nice." Cleavon commented. "No experience necessary, you can learn while you earn." For Bill's ass, once tight and uptight, was now sucking at his prong, pulling it in like a living creature.
Cleavon worked his pud into that still-too-tight ass, and Bill only grunted along with Lurton as they took Cleavon's cock, Bill directly and Lurton by proxy.
"Yeah, man, that's a monster schlong, all right." Lurton groaned. "I haven't felt one this fat and hungry in so damned long! Man, better than any of Bill's memories, or hell, any of mine! Just fuck me nice and hard!"
"Hey, this is my butt we're talking about!" Bill grunted. "I say nice and slow."
"Slow it is." Cleavon agreed and slowly pushed his pud into Bill's ass, languidly, shifting his ass so that the cock tickled all side as it slowly pivoted its way into Bill's bowels.
"Oh, man, faster, faster!" Lurton begged.
"Shut up!" Bill snarled. "Yeah, like that, like that!"
"Hey, I'm sharing this fuck!" Lurton protested. "Why should you call the shots?"
"Cause it's my ass, you blond whore!" Bill snarled back.
"Takes one to know one." Cleavon said and he moved faster into Bill's ass, stopping the argument right where it was. Bill was overcome by the sensations of being fucked for the first time, discovering the joys of the prostate massage, not in memories of another, but for himself, that thrill which is the most startling discovery of adulthood.
Lurton was just plain happy at the whole affair. He'd had plenty of lovers Cleavon's size or more. But damn if the big, black man wasn't a damned good fuck.
What the hell was this? He was reading these other guy's minds while he fucked them!
He stopped the thought processes by fucking quicker, and Lurton groaned with happiness. This was what he loved, to be fucked hard and fast, yeah, come on, treat me like your private fuck-hole, don't mind me any, just fuck me like you want to, any way, any time, come on, harder, harder!
Oh, man, Bill was thinking, this is so fucking great! I've been a hard-ass all my life, never letting people fuck my ass even though I would fuck theirs for hours on end, and they loved it. Now I know why!
"Shit, get out of my mind!" Cleavon snarled. He wanted to stop this fuck, end it and get away, but he was outvoted, two to one here, and he kept right on fucking these two men at one time. Bill groaning and loving it, Lurton loving it as always, and he loving the feeling of fucking and being fucked at the same moment, the feel of his own cock inside his ass, plunge-fucking, feeling for himself the sensations at every move and twitch of his buttocks. Soon he had the best fucking tempo ever going, knowing it was the best because he was doing it to himself!
"Ah, shit!" He groaned. "This is the ticket!"
"Yeah!" Lurton agreed. "Nice, just like that."
"You bet!" Bill said. "Come on, make it a long fuck like you want to."
"Oh, man!" Cleavon groaned. "I gotta shoot my wad right now!"
"Yeah, I can feel that come building up in my balls!" Bill said. "Your balls. Hell, you know what I mean. Come on, fuck me with that sweet, hard pud. I want to feel one of those long-playing orgasms you get."
"Yeah, yeah!" Lurton begged. Somehow he took over Bill's body enough to clamp that ass and give Cleavon's cock a little twist-and-tickle like Cleavon had never felt before, and Cleavon howled, and so did Bill and Lurton, three voices singing the same lust, and Cleavon hit his peak and along with his passengers, rode the roller-coaster of climax over its wild path through the air!
"Uh, uh, uh!" Cleavon groaned out.
"Uh, uh!" Bill agreed.
"Uh, uh, uh-uh!" Lurton chipped in.
"God, take, it, the same, fucking, come, I can, feel it, boiling, in my, ass!" Cleavon clenched out as his ejaculation poured into Bill's ass. He felt that heavy flood swamping Bill's ass, flooding him completely, and he pulled back and his jism squirted under heavy pressure out of Bill's ass and splattered his costume, soaking him through it, and still he pumped his jism and still they were all three wracked by the same height of passion, a mountaintop that held three!
Cleavon squirmed and fucked and shot and shot, and shot, and his three partners kept right up with him all the way to the very end, the very last dregs of his passion, the last droplets of sperm into Bill's overflowing ass, and Cleavon felt the familiar surge of renewed energy, which they shared, for instead of lassitude, there was power!
"Yeah!" Bill said, getting to his feet as Cleavon did, and Cleavon's cock still stuck inside his ass. "Man, that was great!"
"The whole town is going to want some of this." Lurton agreed.