Eighteen year old Colin lived with his work-at-home mother in a small, second story apartment. Since his mother was omnipresent, Colin rarely had time to himself. He was a nerdy kid without many friends and didn't really have any experience with romance or sex. Aside from his job, he didn't have much of an opportunity to get out of the house. So he relished certain chores, because they gave him a reason to get some solo time away from his mother. Laundry, for example, allowed him to get out of the apartment and hide out in the basement for a few hours.
After arriving home from work one evening, Colin was feeling especially horny. He grabbed a quick bite to eat with his mother, then gathered up his dirty clothes and headed downstairs. Once in the basement, he shucked off his t-shirt and dropped his shorts, dumping them into the washer along with the other laundry and set the machine running.
Now wearing only his snug pair of black briefs, the chilly basement air caressed Colin's slender teen body as he retreated to a dusty corner. Dropping to one knee, he pulled out a beat-up cardboard box from under a rickety old table. Colin reached into the box and pulled out a blanket. He laid it out on the floor and then laid himself on top of it. He pulled a few more strange objects from the box while groping at his growing bulge. His cock filled out the front of his tight undies as the young man anticipated this next activity.
The first unboxed item was rubbery and about eight inches long. It had a wide base and it tapered off towards the other end. There was a hole running through the core, creating a long, semi-flexible tube. A veiny, fleshy texture covered the outer surface, resembling some sort of alien anatomy.
There were also several translucent, amber-colored eggs. These, too, were rubbery. Then there was a solid plastic stick, wide enough to fit into the tube. And finally, he placed a bottle of white, gooey lubrication on the blanket next to the other strange paraphernalia.
Colin's briefs stretched tightly over his stiff teen cock as he lubed up the long, floppy tube. He was so horny. After a long day of work, he was ready to enter his fantasy land and jerk out a load all over his own naked body. Colin pushed his undies down his thighs, letting his boner bounce free. He laid back, lifting his legs up. He conjured up images of his Alien King. Reaching around with the tube, Colin pressed the tip at his tiny puckered butthole, imagining that it belonged to his master, the King, who wanted to lay his eggs inside his body.
This is when Hank, the landlord who lived in the downstairs apartment, arrived. Colin heard the man's footsteps in the stairs, but made no move to hide his activities. In his lusty haze, he gazed straight at the man while manipulating the toy towards his asshole.
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Hank was a middle-aged man who rented out several properties for a living. This evening, he was descending into the basement of one of his buildings to retrieve some tools when he noticed movement in the far corner. He had heard the washing machine going, so he was prepared to run into the a tenant. But the sight that greeted his searching eyes stopped him short. Colin, the son of the woman who lived upstairs, was sprawled out on the floor of the basement, naked, legs in the air, trying to push something up his ass.
Hank knew that he should have turned and left immediately, but he was entranced by the intense eye contact from Colin. The teenager just stared back while continuing to struggle getting that thing into his butt.
Against his better judgment, the landlord took a couple steps towards the younger guy. The young man was naked, except for his underwear around his thighs. In the dim light, he could just make out a glazed-over expression on his youthful face, behind Colin's glasses and strands of long-ish hair. The man surveyed the long, slender form. The kid was kind of nerdy, but his body wasn't half bad. Not an ounce of fat visible, Hank noted. Hair lightly lined his shins and thighs, and a sparse, dark patch grew along his ass crack and around his balls. That's all Hank could see, with Colin folded awkwardly as he tried to push that thing into himself.
He stepped closer and finally spoke, "You alright, kid?"
Colin just stared back, as if in a trance.
"Do you need help with that?" Hank asked. WIth every step, his cock grew bigger in his pants.
Colin lowered his legs and abandoned his pursuit. Laying flat like this, Hank could see the teenager's stiff rod, long and straight.
"Yeah," the teenager finally croaked out. "You really want to help me?"
"Sure," Hank said, kneeling beside the teenager, glad the young man was communicating an affirmative. He reached for the boy's undies and asked, "May I?" Colin nodded, so Hank tugged the briefs down his skinny legs and tossed them aside.
Now Hank had a good, up-close view of Colin's completely naked eighteen-year-old body. His chest and abs were flat and firm. His slender torso led the way to his pulsing, hard cock, which was surrounded by an unkempt bush of wiry hair. His balls were packed snugly in their tight pouch. At his side, Colin held into the freaky dildo-tube.
"What is this thing, anyway?" Hank asked, retrieving it from Colin's hand.
"It's called an ovipositor," Colin explained. "This end goes up my ass, then put these eggs in the other end and push the plunger..." Colin handed Hank the plastic rod. "...till they go all the way through."
"Okay. I gotta admit, that's pretty weird. Is this one of those Japanese things? Anime or something?"
"Not really," Colin replied. "It's just a fantasy. I like to imagine a King Alien kidnapped me and wants to lay its eggs inside me."
Colin hadn't flinched when the landlord caught him trying to shove the thing up his ass. But now that he was coming down from his horny stupor and explaining his secret fantasy, the teenager had become shy. His face was bright red and he had averted his eyes.
"Hey, that's cool," Hank said, placing a reassuring hand on the teenager's bare chest. "I think that's really neat. So, this end goes up inside you?"
"Yeah," Colin said, a smile starting to appear at the corner of his mouth.
"You wanna turn around and bend over? I can be your, uh, alien king."
"Seriously?" The young man's face was plastered with joy like on Christmas morning.
"Yeah. Let's get this thing up inside that ass of yours and start laying eggs."Hank couldn't believe he was saying this weird shit. "Is that right?"
"Yup!" Colin answered, flipping himself over onto his hands and knees. Hank drank in the sight of this skinny teen's super-hard cock wobbling as he shifted positions.
Hank smiled to himself. Victory. He moved behind Colin and filled his hands with the perfect globes of the kid's ass. Prying them apart, he was greeted by Colin's tiny pucker. Hank placed a thumb at the teenager's bud, brushing across it lightly several times before pressing down on it.
Colin moaned, pressing himself back onto the landlord's thumb. Hank reached for the bottle of lube and drizzled a stream of the slick liquid down Colin's rear channel. The goo pooled around his pucker and Hank returned his thumb to that spot.
