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Jim-Bob Connor was on his tractor, brush-cutting a section of his land he had allowed to lie fallow last year, to give it time to recover its fertility. He had let his small herd of seventeen cows and a bull graze there along with the rest of their usual pasture, but otherwise, it had been given over to nature, and the brush he cut here had been lush with various wild grasses, small trees and other plants as much as they could grow within one year. He did this every three years for each part of his growing land, it let him use less fertilizer and overall improved his crop-land. Any good farmer knew that, and Jim-Bob was a good farmer for his age of twenty-seven.
Jim-Bob was not a full-time farmer, he had to work as well at this job or that to keep food on his table and his bills paid, but the land and his cows and such had been in his family for four generations and he wasn't going to let it go to the bank or to foreclosure just because he didn't keep crops growing. It was a constant hassle and prevented him from yet landing a proper girl for a wife, but that wasn't an insuperable obstacle at his age, if he was still looking at the age of thirty, he'd look in one of them there mail-order brides from Europe or such. One of them countries where a woman knew a good wife worked along with her man to make a good life.
And while he didn't have much money or book-learning, Jim-Bob had himself, he was a large, strong man, standing six feet three inches tall, his chest and arms were massive with muscles like large rocks under his skin, he had labored mightily since he was knee-high to a grasshopper, he had gathered eggs since he was four and driven the tractor since he was seven. He grew and harvested his own hay, and could throw around a hundred-pound bag of feed or potatoes like it was a beanbag.
Sitting on his tractor, bouncing up and down as the tractor suspension seat was worn and not in the best of shape, he was a vision of the hardy farmer, with a straw hat on his head covering his sandy-colored hair, his eyes were a pale blue, his face was tawny gold where it wasn't burnished to a deeper brown by the sun's skin-pounding rays, the face itself was handsome in a masculine, rugged way, a long oval shape with the jowls forming two-thirds of the oval, sloping down to a clean, sharp chin, the mouth a thin slit surrounded by still-pink lips, the nose was a straight, almost arrogant shape of perfection, the cheekbones were there but invisible under the shaping of the jaws, forming the volume of the face without extruding themselves. When he removed his shirt for comfort to weed the fields, he was a symphony of moving muscles, all of them dancing in elegant concert over his body as they swelled and dimmed to let him move with ease and a form of grace that only a manual laborer can attain when he works slowly but efficiently, bent over for endless hours on his fields and plants, helping them to grow and flourish without hindrance from grasses or weeds choking out their nourishment or water.
But today, his graceful athletic body was covered from his neck to his toes in a heavy cotton shirt of red and black-plaid, blue bib overalls, and heavy brown, well-worn workboots plus the plug hat on his head shading his face and most of his neck from the noonday sun. He had the tractor growling loudly in his ears and the brim of the hat blocking his overhead sight, so he never heard nor saw the large silver saucer come nearly silently closer, the soft whining of its antigravitational motors growing stronger as it fought Earth's gravity, it reached a point over him, and the heavy shadow of it as it blocked out the sun gave him notice, he looked up, had a brief look at a huge round thing just a few hundred feet over his head, blotting out the sun and sky, and then a bright light hit him and he went from blinding whiteness clotting out his vision to darkness.
From a side-view of him at a safe distance, he simply vanished from the tractor and it slowly came to a stop as the gas pedal was no longer being pressed, and the motor kept running idle until all the gasoline in the tank was used up and the motor died and there was silence in the half-cut field. By then, the saucer had long ago flown well away from Earth, flying straight upwards as near-silently as it had come.
What happened next to Jim-Bob, well, he knew little of it and much of that was partial, glimpses of this or that, all mixed up and confused, let's just call it an anal probe among other things, and when he finally awoke, he found himself in what looked much like a jail cell composed of solid silver metal. He was lying stark naked on a bunk with a soft area in the middle, but the soft area was part of the bunk which was part of the wall the bunk was attached to. Other appurtenances were also similarly composed, the water fountain kept a steady flow of water in a small jet from which he could drink if he chose, and a small stool which he found doubled as a toilet for him by raising the cushion top. Having explored and found out this much, he did not find a window or door, nor any source of air beyond what he was breathing and wondered if he had been put in here to die of suffocation.
He was checking one wall when he heard a soft "shoosh!" sound behind him. He turned around and saw that a boy of about six had walked in through an ovoid opening that was chopped off at the bottom to give a level bottom. After the boy was inside, the door contracted shut and vanished into the wall without a trace. "Hi!" said the boy cheerily.
Jim-Bob didn't answer, he had rushed for the door as it closed up, but missed its closure, and felt the door all over, trying to figure out how it had been opened or closed, damn it, was there any kind of doorknob on this fucking thing?
"What'cha doing?" asked the boy, as if they were standing in his living room instead of some weird place.
"Trying to find a way out of here!" Jim-Bob said as he kept working.
"Why?"
"Because I want to get out of here, that's why!"
"Oh. You can't get out of here," the boy informed him. "You go outside, you won't be able to breathe."
"Huh?" Jim-Bob looked at the boy. "How do you know that?"
The boy just shrugged and went to the bunk. He touched a few places on the bunk and it expanded out to make instead a full-sized bed. Then he went to another place, a blank wall and touched more places and a couch extruded out. "Come sit here by me."
With no other choice, Jim-Bob did so. "Who are you and where did you come from and where are we?"
"That's three questions," the boy giggled. "Which question do you want answered first?"
"Where are we?"
"On an interstellar vessel headed back to the home planet of the ones who own this vessel," the boy said as if this were a normal thing. "You're a sample of a member of the planet where you came from."
"Earth?"
"If that is what you call it, yeah," the boy said. "Next question."
"Who are you?"
"I'm a companion to keep you company," the boy said. "They want you to be happy. Speaking of me making you happy, how about I get started." The boy had slowly inched over on the couch to sit closer until he was almost touching Jim-Bob. He now reached over and his hand managed to unerringly find and fondle the warm tool between Jim-Bob's legs. Jim-Bob, too surprised to react, watched as the boy gripped his dong and lifted it upwards, and his prick stiffened and extended upwards, then he realized what he was doing in permitting this and reached down and pulled the kid's hand away, "Now just a minute here, kid!" He protested.
"You don't like this?" the kid asked him, looking up at him with innocent, pale blue eyes. His face looked vaguely familiar to Jim-Bob, but only vaguely. Like an old memory. The boy's hair was tow-colored, that lack of pigment that some kids have and the color comes in later, the face was rather cherubic and sweet with simple unlined features, like an unmarked canvas, waiting for life to fill in the details. "I want to make you happy. How about this?"
The boy leaned over and with unerring accuracy, landed his lips on Jim-Bob's pecker and gobbled it down with uncanny agility, bathing the shaft in his drool and gripping him well down the column, drew back up again, his lips gripping and bringing the cockskin back up with them, and Jim-Bob felt a rush of desire unlike any he had felt before. "Huhhhhhhh-uhhhhhhhh-uhhhhhhhhhh, guh-huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he grunted as the boy's lips massaged his dong in a way it had never been massaged before. "How do you do that, kid! I haven't felt this good from someone's lips, ever!"
The boy grinned around his shaft and lifted off as he rose with an audible pop, his lips not wishing to release from their duty. "You were examined most carefully when you were brought aboard, down to your very atomic structure, and some slight improvements were made. Part of that was in your capacity for pleasure. They want you to be happy, as I have said, so they did this for you and they created me, to be with you and to please you. Let me please you more, it is my only reason for existing."
The boy went back down onto Jim-Bob's prong and this time, he did not resist. For one thing, he had already examined the entire compartment and he couldn't get out. For another, the feel of these lips on his honker was absolutely addictive, he was in the predicament of a drug addict or an alcoholic, he knew that this was something he should not do, at least not here and now, but the desire to indulge was too powerful, he had to give in, he HAD TO!
He just lay back on the so-comfortable couch and sighed as the boy's lips worked him so adeptly that he was groaning nonstop. "Guhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, mmmmm, ohhhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhh!"
He could have climaxed in just this way but the boy got him totally slobbered up and said, "See how good they are to you, giving me to you. This is only the start of it! When we get to their home world, there will be so much more they can offer. Everything you need to keep you happy."
The boy had risen from the couch as he said that and he crawled back on as he finished, by getting on Jim-Bob's lap, straddling him and pressing his young, small body up close to Jim-Bob's chest, he reached behind him and guided the stiff, slippery sex-sausage up his warm, wet wanker-wallet. Jim-Bob groaned as he felt the sleek walls of the boy's bowels enfolding his manhood, and he groaned, and said, "Ohhhhh, Jesus, why me, why me?"
"They wanted a typical, healthy specimen," the boy said as he slid his body slowly down Jim-Bob's ten inches of imposing virility and sighed as he buried the entirety of it inside his body and his buttocks rested on the man's hirsute scrotal sac. "Only the very best for their purposes, as you will spend the remainder of your life with them, and be the subject of many observations as to your activities and habits and ways of thought. You won't find their captivity onerous by any means, all forms of entertainment you can imagine will be provided and I will be with you always."
"Always?" Jim-Bob gasped, his pleasure swamping all his senses.
"Always, until the end of time," the boy agreed. He rose up on the prong, his sphincter milking Jim-Bob's tool as competently and completely as had his lips. Jim-Bob groaned and for the first time since the boy's appearance and actions, took the initiative. Grasping the small body pressed so near to him, he kissed the soft, warm lips, and the boy kissed him back, this, as well, was a more intense and joyful feeling than any Jim-Bob had felt before, it contained not only the desire he had felt once for the pretty Chloe Patterson in school, but even the more chaste love he had felt for his dear mother, coalesced and concentrated into this one package, and ramped up to include the passion that his prick pulsing in the boy's butt gave him.
Growling ferally with his need and desire for this boy, to love him and possess him and make him a total part of his life, Jim-Bob stood in all his august masculine strength and glory and bore the boy impaled upon his boner over to the bed and the so-soft cushion, upon which he had awakened to this, his new life.
He crawled onto the bed with the boy and, with the boy clinging to him tightly, was able to get them both centered on the bed. He laid down, which put the boy onto the cushion and the boy smiled as Jim-Bob shifted his body to get into a missionary position to let him pound the young ass with his muscular body.
Jim-Bob smiled into the angelic face of the boy as he began to move his hips and work his body to drive his dong in and out of the soft intestines and the boy gasped and grunted in his pleasure, joining with Jim-Bob in his oral noises of passion and desire.
"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!" Jim-Bob sighed softly as he moved his entire body in a sort of undulating rocking motion that shifted his hips back and forth in a flowing, sensual way.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!" the boy returned to him as the long prong dipped in and out of his bowels, stroking the small prostate and delivering to the youngster the same pleasure that Jim-Bob felt with every stroke both inward and outward, his shaft and glans and especially its flare bumping and stroking the prostate lobes as they passed in each direction.
Jim-Bob's arms shifted and curled in their hold on the boy, trying rather unconsciously to draw the boy deeper into himself, with his arms alongside the boy's body at the rib cage and around the shoulders and cupping his collarbones, he gently tugged the small form as his fingers tightened and his biceps flexed to pull his huge form higher and higher, to drive his schlong inside the lad deeper and deeper, almost as if he wanted to pierce the body and have his glans poke out the top of the boy's head in triumph. But the boy's body held and the deepness of Jim-Bob's thrusts only meant that the cock stayed inside all the time as he fucked away, the strokes never fully withdrawing Jim-Bob's manhood from the anal passage.
"Ahhhhhh, uhhhhh, mmmmmm, ahhhhhh, uhhhhhhh!" Jim-Bob guttered as his passion built up inside of him. "I don't understand what these things did to me, but this is one thing I don't mind them doing in the least, I feel like a tiger in bed, and fucking you is the most wonderful fuck in the entire universe!"
"It was a simple matter of creating additional connections in your neural network to increase the passion you would have felt under normal conditions," the boy sighed. "I'm glad you enjoy having me with you, I want you to like me."
"I do more than like you, I fucking love you more than I love anything else!" Jim-Bob said fervently. "This isn't just fuck-talk, I think they did something to my mind, but I feel like I've known you my entire life!"
"You have, in a way," the boy gasped. "Oh, oh, fuck me harder, fuck me harder, please!"
"Yeah, harder, harder!" Jim-Bob growled and he sped up his sexual assault, the gentleness of his earlier movements were still there but transmuted into an all-out, thrusting, jabbing, ramming joy that consumed both of them.
Jim-Bob moved out of the missionary position, and he had the boy in several positions as he prolonged and relished the unique joy of this sex. He felt (rightly) that they had all the time in the world to screw, and he took that time, pumping and jamming and cramming the lad from behind, above, from the side, and in every position he could manage that a man can fuck a boy on a bed where one side is attached to a wall. Kneeling on the bed with the boy in his arms held aloft, lying alongside him thrusting at him lying next to him, fucking him doggie-style with the boy on his hands and knees on the bed, all of it was just...magical and majestic and marvelous and magnificent!
Jim-Bob was panting and strained to the utmost, and could contain himself no longer, he panted, "Oh, oh, I got to come now, got to come!" He was pumping the body with the boy's shoulders on the bed and Jim-Bob standing above him, ramming downwards into the soft form, as he gasped this. His whole body wavered, and he debated getting down before continuing, but his body screamed "No time, no time!"
"Oh, yes, yes, now, now, please, now!" the boy cried out.
"AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHH!" Jim-Bob moaned.
"HAHHH-AHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHHH!" the boy groaned in concert with him.
"AHH-AHH-AHH-AHH-AHH-AHH-AHH-AHH!"
"HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!"
"AHHHHHHH-AHHHHHH-AHHHHH-AHHHHHH!"
"HAHHHHHH-AHHHHHH-AHHHHH-AHHHHHH!"
"AHH-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Jim-Bob crested the crown of climax and clambered to the cliff and crashed through to collapse into the chasm of orgasm, shooting his heavy load so concentrated from the prolonged sexual session that the outflow loaded and overloaded the boy's small bowels and come exploded out, covering both man and boy indiscriminately with hot squibs of pearly seed.
"HAH-AH-AH, HAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the boy hit his own joyous, wracking, spasming, convulsing, jizzless joy at the same time and his ass twitched and pinched at Jim-Bob's cock, milking and pulsing on it, increasing the man's delight and the chaos of the flying, errant spunk.
When it was all done, Jim-Bob fell over nearly senseless, onto the pleasure-assaulted boy in a similar state and they lay in a disorganized heap for some time as they breathed heavily and their gasps were reverberating around the compartment. Jim-Bob finally was able to roll off of the boy and they lay side by side and as they did, small metallic things fluttered down and gently, softly cleaned them both dry of the sticky wads and left them both as fresh as if they had bathed, Jim-Bob feeling nothing touching him more than if kittens had walked over his body.
As they lay there still, the door in the same wall opened again and a...being walked in, his body not agreeing with anything Jim-Bob could identify, all it did was deposit in the room two trays of what was obviously food and leave back out the door, and the door contracted back into the wall again.
"Don't let the food's appearance deceive you," the boy advised him. "You will find all the flavors to be very familiar to you, this is a dinner of roast beef, mashed potatoes, green peas and a biscuit. Taste and texture will be right, just the appearance will be off, they had no images to use for the foods, so they settled for those only. You have seen how different they are from humanity."
"Yes, very different," Jim-Bob said. He had found the aliens odd and bizarre, but not repelling or frightening. His mind had no context to categorize them, they were just so different, he couldn't have described the alien even now, having seen one! Maybe in time, after he got more used to them, he might manage something. Your brain needs a frame of reference for descriptions.
He tried the food and found it as appetizing and delicious as he had been told. "They're very good at this. I have to taste something to identify it, but it's all good every other way," He ate heartily and then something occurred to him. "Uh, what is your name, child?"
"I don't have a name. I was created here on this ship for you," the boy said.
"Oh," Jim-Bob said. "Sorry. You need a name, let me call you Billy." "Bill" was the name of his now-dead father.
"All right," the newly-christened Billy agreed.
Jim-Bob thought about the food, it had all been just cubes, globes, rectangles and such. "How did they create you, anyway, I mean, how did they know how to make you if they know so little about humans?"
"They used the only template for humanity they had," the boy smiled. "Remember when you said you felt like you had known me your entire life, and I said in a way you had?"
Jim-Bob puzzled, not getting it, and then he did, "You mean they made you...out of me?"
"Using you as the template, they made me as an exact copy, yes. Younger, of course, but that was in the genetic code," the boy went on, ignoring Jim-Bob's astonishment. "They gave me enough of your memories to provide me with your language and knowledge to let us communicate, but I am not a total copy of that, just the essentials to create a companion for you."
"I see," Jim-Bob said. He considered this and after a moment, he burst out laughing.
"What is funny?" Billy asked him.
"I just realized that, for the last few hours, I've been fucking myself silly in more ways than one!"
Billy joined him in the laugh and came over and kissed him. Jim-Bob kissed him back with equal delight. He didn't know about the destination, but he was going to enjoy the trip there a whole lot!
THE END
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