Chapter 2: Phallusius Rising
The following is the second installment of an intended trilogy of fiction. It features the trials and tribulations of same-sex fucking and sucking obsessed aliens in a galaxy far, far away. The author vows to maintain these works in the lowest socially redeemable vane as possible to effectively relay these works.
Every character portrayed here is over 18.
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In "Chapter 1: Race Baiting Factions of 'Lesbitopia'," we were schooled in the doings of that all-female planet. After a long 'HYST-ery' of conflict between the differing muff-diving enclaves, a strained peace was accorded between them. Their unifying concern was the thwarting of the impulsive aggression from the neighboring asteroid of all-male 'Phallusius.' However, and strangely enough, the women inhabitants could not avoid casting a conflicted gaze upon 'the rock,' an oblong-shaped orb alternately glowing and dimming like a throbbing cock. They were happy with their exclusive curvy female lot, yet at the same time, mesmerized by their attraction to the androgynous vision in the sky. They were repulsed at their own weeping pussies when they stared too long, even more so in the company of their kin.
Having only male inhabitants, 'Phallusius' was anything but quiescent. There, incessant brawling, sodomy, fellatio, bukkake, and who knows what else, prevailed. The four factions of 'Lesbitopia' would be far too complicated a feudal society for the single-minded men to sustain. Thus, there were no more than two disparate camps: 'Phagolin' and 'K'wearboi.' Both occupy only the sun lit portions of their tubular cosmic orb. To say they are nomadic would be an understatement. Race was not a defining characteristic of the groups, and both groups had an even proportion of each: black, white, green, yellow and purple.
'Phagosights' (a.k.a., 'Phags', P's, and such) residing in 'Phagolin,' were the more aggressive, and egregious, of the two camps. They would wage war upon 'K'wearboi' (a.k.a., 'K' wear' s, K'.) on a near hourly basis, after they tired from their own lustful in-fighting. Being natural-born cowards, they would only pillage the 'K'wearboi' in large packs, most often many of them against only one or two K's. A 10:1 ratio or more was not unheard of. They enjoyed corralling small bands of 'K's' and make them suck their cocks, bend over for ass pillaging and even to force them to fuck each other. Subtlety was not their forte.
'K'wearboi' developed a diametrically different society than that of the 'Phags'. Brotherhood, respect and paired couplings were practiced faithfully, much to the chagrin of the P's. Their existence was most peaceable, and guided by love for their fellow hotties. What did rarely occur here was physical altercation. Every twink was amenable and demonstrated so through copious group hugs. The 'Phags' were so jealous of them for this that they treated them even more harshly than themselves, which was a feat in itself. This phased not the K's, as they relished their role as submissives.
Despite their obvious differences, a strange form of symbiosis had developed between the schism of 'phag-tions.' And, they shared two self-defeating characteristics: being driven by fragile egos, and retarded development of their emotional maturity. It was no wonder that 'Lesbitopians' had so easily repelled their attacks. The men just couldn't handle any verbal rejection, and instead of mending their ways and adopting inclusivity, they chose to cling to their childish defeatist tendencies. That had cost the men to lose every panty raid ever waged upon the 'Lez's'. Thus ensued the predictable sulk with their tails between their legs and retreat before even starting.
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Here, we are inside 'Phagolin,' early in the day, and already the humping and licking of assholes, and the sucking and hand pumping of insistent cocks, nearly incessant. Within a tent in mid-camp there resides a pair of 'Phagosights', an unusually small grouping. They are engaged in a somewhat playful wrestle for control of their shared dwelling, again.
The mock fight is between a venerable slim-wasted mature black 'Phag' and an average height paunchy young Asian bear with a prominent uncut cock. The yellow warrior commits a fatal maneuver in rushing full tilt at his more experienced elder. 'Uncle Remus' then stoops and restrains his charging opponent by locking his bent left arm through 'Chinky-boy's' undercarriage, and latching onto his hairy balls and long shaft. Unc Rem's right arm is wrapped around his foolish foe's neck. This purchase yields to the short muscular blackie the advantage to lift his yellow-skinned opponent off the ground and flip him face up onto his sleeping mat.
Having triumphantly established topping honors, 'Man-In-Black' says, "Take that, Butt-Boy. Gonna make you my bitch with my fat dick."
Without any hesitation the dark menace squats over the Pan-Asian and squashes his butt split nose-deep over his inferior. He then wiggles his ass side-to-side against his face to exact further humiliation. After half a minute of muffled protest, 'Black Mombasa' relents and 'Charlie Chan' is granted breath once again. This is regarded as a true mercy, as most times the inferior passes out while the top then revives him by vigorously stroking the bottom's cock to full stiffness.
"Fuck you, black man and yo shrimpy stub of a dick!," the black victor then quickly engulfs the loser's full cock head in a single swallow, "Oh! Oooh ...," pants slanty-eyes with pleasure as he's being inhaled, "fuckin' suck it Afro bitch! Eat my cock head and make it feel good. Ummm that's a good darky sucker. Uh huh, lick my balls ... and my Asian asshole. Go real deep with that long tongue ... oh yeah, like that."
"You like me licking yo' dick head?," says the sucker, "maybe you like hand-job and finga' yo ass. Fitty dolla' make you holla,' chinky man."
Black 'Phag' adjusts his grip upon the yellow man's shaft, exposing just the tip to his tongue. He rolls his tongue all around the yellow head once, twice, before concentrating his efforts below the flared ridge of his mushroom cap. Yellow can barely breathe out his rising lust as the dark man works his magic, but is able to retaliate by grabbing a hold on his rival's dick. The pair pull their puds towards themselves and meet on their sides in mutual swaddle for '69'-ing.' Loud and lewd sucking sounds carry to surrounding tents, waking the neighboring somnambulant in a horny haze. In many other tents the occupants follow suit, but in skirmishes of well more than two.
Grunts issued inside the surrounding teepees travel far. The burgeoning sexual decadence spreads like sweaty hairy ass cheeks being pulled wide apart. The sound effects are as effective a morning revelry as any blasting bugle or rooster. Cocks begin to rise like the dawn of the binary suns that ignite their gyrating 'planet.'
Over on the other side of the tracks 'K' wear' boi' also begins to awaken. As you might surmise, it's a much calmer, affectionate and gradual progression. In a gesture of submission kneels a Caucasian man offering up his snowy ass to the other two residents of the homo wigwam. The mixed 'Green' and purple couple sharing the same tent eye the object of sacrifice with great anticipation. They hum their appreciation at witnessing the white cock-empty ass turned upwards, his hard rod and balls sagging below.
The two invitees lift themselves from slumber and saunter expectantly towards their cavernous prize. 'Greeny' kneels behind the alabaster ass whore to admire his generous buns and winking star. Mr. 'Green' Jeans can't help but slide his left hand down the proffered 'ben-dover' butt crack, then licks a slow trail from hole to taint. He caresses the goose-bumped nut sack with his fingers.
