Dominic peered at Earth from his home in outer space. He had a quaint bungalow in the panhandle of Ursa Minor. It was prime real estate for his job, really, which required periodic travel to the blue and green planet for long periods of time.
As Dominic observed the planet's inhabitants through his telescoping window, he had to blink away a bright glare, the universe's signal to him that there were humans who needed intervention, that his break was over and it was time for his return to Earth's atmosphere. The whole process was quite routine. He’d been traveling to and from Earth for quite some time now, and he would continue for a while more.
He closed and shuttered the window. He put out the final embers in his fireplace, and set out a bowl of food for Luna, his grump of a Sphynx cat. She only appeared to him when she missed him. This was when he returned after having been on Earth for some time, but once she got her fill of him, she would slink away and keep herself busy with grooming, a game of chase with some of the rodents about, or eating vast quantities of the food he left out for her in heaps.
He never knew how long he would be gone. It all depended on the mission at hand, to which he was never availed beforehand. This was the plight of celestials. (Not to say that he often complained about his circumstances; after all, he thought that he had it much better than Earthlings.) It was just that his life was bound to his purpose, and he could afford himself no personal indulgences, no distractions.
He nestled into his bed, closed his eyes, and released his mind to the tide of time. It pulled him out to sea, tumbled him dizzily forward into a swirling gush. His consciousness spun until he found himself in the body of a man. (It was always a man, and while he never knew much about the occupant initially, the universe would fill in gaps along the way.) Apparently, this one belonged to a movie theater attendant, the cashier of the candy, popcorn, and soda bar. No matter. It was Dominic’s for now.
The male body donned close-fitting black trousers, a cotton button-down uniform, and white under-briefs. They pressed down on his muscles, sculptural shapes padded down on his neat physique. He felt tight and powerful in this vessel. He slid his hands across the armor of his chest, around his cannonballs of shoulders, down the grooves of his back, and into the naughty place between his ripped legs where his fingers dared to explore the moist and dangerous nooks and adjust the heavy appendage cramped there.
This process was ritual for Dominic. For each new body he occupied, he needed to know what he was working with. And this time he very much liked what he wore. The movie theater lobby was empty for all he could tell. The next film wouldn’t be over for a half hour. This will be real quick, he thought. He pulled the stool out from under the counter where the popcorn machine still popped away. He propped himself against it and unzipped the crotch slip of his pants.
From them, he conjured the shaft of his penis. Even just the thought of this man’s body hardened him: the power and confidence it afforded, the masculinity and risk it suggested. As he wrapped his fingers around it and rubbed, it swelled and throbbed. He could feel the beat of his heart in the vein of his cock. Soon enough, his limb had grown to the size of a cucumber, heavy and outsized in his grip.
Suddenly, Dominic heard the rustle of clothes, footsteps, and the creak of a door behind him. He turned away and tried to fit his dick back into his pants, but the rock hard length would not yield to return to its pocket. It was too late anyway. The other attendant stood in shock, mouth agape at the risky behavior of his coworker.
Somehow Dominic knew that this coworker was the younger brother of his best friend. He knew his name, too, and upon speaking, conjured it thoughtlessly from his tongue.
“Ray,” he stammered.
“Jimmy what are you doing?” Ray asked, disbelief played out in his voice.
“It’s not what it looks like.”
“What else could it be? Your cock is hard and out and…”
“I know, I know.” Now Dominic, or Jimmy rather, was actively trying to return his cock to the curtain of his pants. Still, it was too hard to fit. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t tell anyone. Look, I--”
"It's so big…" Ray said, as Dominic continued to fiddle trying to find a way to tuck it behind the fly. “Do you need help with that?” Ray’s gaze had dropped downward.
“Huh?”
“Here, let me show you a trick.” Ray walked over and into the light. Dominic could see him well enough now. He had an olive complexion and dark brown hair. He was built like a twink, with the vague outline of small muscles taut against his lean frame. His eyes were a warm oaky brown. His features were soft and kind, and his expression indicated to Dominic that he truly wanted to help. Dominic knew that Jimmy had helped Ray get this job, that Ray was as kind as his eyes suggested. He was thoughtful and selfless. Jimmy liked having the rascal around, though he wouldn't have told Ray's older brother that. He had been weird about Jimmy offering to help Ray out. Jimmy had done it anyway. He wasn't sure why.
Ray hiked up his similar black trousers and took a knee. "Let me see if I can…" He took hold of the zipper and started to tug the fabric downward. He used his fingers to angle the cock behind the waistband, but as he did so, he paused with the cock in his hand. It twitched. Ray’s eyes trailed from the appendage flickering in his grasp to the blushing face of Jimmy, the best friend of his older brother. “Is this ok?” Ray asked.
Dominic nodded. Ray allowed his hand to rub Dominic's cock back and forth, to squeeze, to linger at the head where his fingers tap danced on the precum pooling there. There was something magnetic about the penis. Ray may have always been curious about the cocks of men. He may have just had his eyes opened to them. Or maybe Ray found this cock and this one alone particularly compelling and demanding. He knew only that it deserved his attention and affection.
He wondered how it tasted. He brought the precum to his tongue, savored it there. He leaned forward for more, bringing his tongue straight to the source. He licked and licked and massaged the head with his tongue. He closed his lips around it and sucked. He wanted, needed more.
His lips inched further down the shaft of Jimmy’s cock, sucking and pulling along the way. Halfway down, the tip pushed against the back of his throat. Saliva gathered in his mouth and began dripping down the shaft as he fought his gag. Ray still needed more. He pushed deeper, continuing to rub the base as he did.
Dominic released a groan of satisfaction, "Damn, Ray, that feels good." He wrapped Jimmy's hands around the back of Ray's head. He wanted him to keep going, but also he just wanted Ray to know that he was doing a good job, that he was thankful of his effort.
Ray wasn't able to get the whole thing down his throat, but it wasn't for lack of effort. Jimmy's cock was just too big. Even still, Ray impaled his throat with the rod, dragging his lips across the veiny skin and lubricating it with his spit. Eventually, Dominic pulled Ray off, spit stringing off with him. As he pulled him up, he looked at him in his adorable brown eyes and brought their lips together.
His cock twitched from lapping up the saliva dribbling at the corners of Ray's lips and tasting the musk of Jimmy's enormous member there. "Follow me," Dominic said.
He took Ray's hand and, with his cock out, took Ray to a storage room, where he knew there'd be a bit more privacy. Apparently, they were the only two on shift at the moment. Dominic wondered if this encounter was part of the mission for Jimmy's body, if he was supposed to bring him together with Ray.
"Come here, sexy," Dominic said, tugging him with extra force into the room where they kept buckets, bags, cups, ticket rolls, and the like. Ray let himself be handled, practically skating into Dominic's arms. Dominic pulled the door closed, whipped around, and lifted Ray's smaller frame up against Jimmy's larger, muscular body. Ray wrapped his legs around Jimmy's hips. Dominic pushed the two of them against the back of the door, and they smashed their lips together in passion.
As they made out, Dominic could feel Jimmy's latent lust for Ray. He could sense, too, that Jimmy was confused because of it. He didn't understand why he wanted to scoop up Ray, to take him out on the town, to treat him to the things that made him happy, to court him in the traditional way so Ray would let him get into his pants. He had dated girls, he liked girls, right? Something about Ray captivated him.
Pressing the solid weight of Jimmy's body against Ray's, Dominic positioned his hips under Ray's so that Dominic could free his hands without putting Ray down. Ray squirmed and moaned as Dominic set to work on Ray's belt and zipper. He tugged the black trousers down to his knees and peeled off his shirt. He scooped his hands under Ray's thighs and lifted him up so he could take this man's cock in his mouth. It didn't match up in size to Jimmy's, but it was nice all the same. It had an unexpected thickness to it and he couldn't quite easily get it all in his mouth in one go.
He worked Ray's cock by lifting him higher and lower, flexing the ridiculous bulges of his arms. He was feeding himself Ray's meat, milking his cock and hoping to be rewarded with his come. Ray threw his head back and practically yelled in pleasure. His hands, which had been fiddling with his trousers to get them off, came at once to Jimmy's head. "Please, Jimmy, wait."
Dominic pulled off. "Hm?"
"I don't want to come yet. I want you inside me."
Dominic smirked. He loved his job. He brought Ray back down the door as they had been before. He leaned into Ray's ear, "How badly do you want me inside you?"
"So bad, really bad, I'll do anything," Ray whispered back in a tone leaden with pleasure.
"Good." Dominic brought his forefinger up to Ray's mouth and pushed it inside, their eyes locked as he did so. He dragged it along his cheek and under his tongue, letting it become wet. He pushed the wet finger against Ray's tight, shaved hole, which quivered in anticipation.
At first, the sphincter resisted, closing back so tightly that Dominic couldn't find any give. Dominic leaned in and kissed Ray gently. "Take a deep breath. Relax," Dominic cajoled.
Ray inhaled sharply as Jimmy's finger slipped just barely inside. Dominic poked and prodded until there was enough elasticity to be able to properly finger him. As it drew in and out, Ray looked sweetly into Jimmy's eyes, his arms draped around his neck.
Eventually, Dominic withdrew the finger. He showed Ray the two fingers, and Ray silently nodded. So Dominic went back for more, fucking the twink with his two fingers. This time Ray moaned, the exhale a mix of his pleasure and pain. Dominic pulled his fingers nearly all the way out before pushing them up to the knuckle. Jimmy's fingers were long and masculine, thick but not bony. They made Ray wiggly and hard and leak onto the flat of his stomach. They were ideal in getting Ray ready for his cock.
"I'm ready," Ray said. "I want you to fuck me."
Dominic removed his fingers and braced Ray by the hips. He lowered his ass down and lined up his cock to his hole. Just as Dominic moved to enter, Ray extended his legs, squirming lower, sending them both into a moment of euphoria, the former's tip now inside the latter. Dominic pushed deeper, and Ray whimpered at his girth.
"Fuck," Ray drawled. "Please," he pleaded, feeling Dominic plunge deeper inside.
Dominic paused and withdrew to the edge before slipping back in. He repeated this motion until he felt Jimmy's balls pressing against Ray's ass.
"Fuck me," Ray repeated.
And Dominic did.
In one fell swoop, he fucked him from base to tip to base again, evoking another whimper from Ray. He began fucking Ray just as he wanted to, unleashing Jimmy's body to full throttle. He relished this human vessel, with its rippling strength and engorged cock. Jimmy clearly put much attention into his body, and Dominic appreciated it. Now Ray could too.
Ray's back was sliding up and down the backside of the door from the momentum of Dominic's thrusts. His arms were wrapped up around Jimmy's rounded, firm shoulders. Dominic lifted him away from the door to fuck him unhindered. Ray was much smaller, but Jimmy's arms still strained, his veins throbbing beneath the skin, as he fucked the twink by his own strength.
The tightness of Ray's hole felt amazing on his cock. Each thrust, followed by the slap of Ray's ass against Jimmy's powerful thighs, was met with a grunt from Dominic. He could feel the tightness of come rising inside him. He knocked one more thrust into Ray before slowly pulling out.
"I want you on your feet against the wall," Dominic said as he let Ray's feet to the ground.
Ray leaned in for a kiss, a token of tenderness for Dominic to remember, before setting it aside for physical gratification. He put his hands high above his head on the wall and arched his back. It was dark in the store room, but enough light filtered through the door for Dominic to see the curves of his butt. It wasn't the biggest butt that Dominic had ever seen. But Ray's glutes were at once firm, perhaps lean like the rest of his legs, and supple: big and rounded off enough at the bottoms such that his cheeks jiggled ever so slightly.
Ray was adorable and sexy posed there, offering himself to Dominic. Ray deserved appreciation, worship even. He was too good for this world. Then it hit Dominic: this was his mission. This is why he'd been sent to Jimmy. It wasn't about Jimmy at all, or maybe only tangentially. Ray had been pining for Jimmy, his older brother's best friend, the hot hunk who'd gone out of his way to help get him this job. But the risk was too great. Ray couldn't talk to Jimmy about it without the risk of getting beat up or outed. And while Jimmy had feelings, they were hidden deep behind a revolving door of girlfriends and a life that hadn't set him up to even acknowledge same-sex attraction.
The universe had decided that Ray deserved more. The universe had sent Dominic to make sure that Ray got what he always wanted: a chance with the man of his dreams. And who knows–maybe this encounter would lead to a life together? Dominic hoped so.
Dominic didn't know how good Jimmy was at fucking, so in that moment, Dominic resolved himself to give Ray the best damn fuck of his life.
Dominic slunk to his knees beneath Ray, pulled his cheeks apart, and feasted.
Ray's back arched deeper and he released a moan. "Oh, fuck, Jimmy. Where'd you learn to do that?"
Dominic answered by fucking Ray with his tongue. At this point, Ray's hole had been loosened some, but it was still tight and slightly damp with sweat and pre-come. It was Ray's musk, and for that reason, it tasted of goodness, of selflessness, of thoughtfulness. It tasted of someone who made a point to take care of everyone around him. The least Dominic could do was to make sure Jimmy pleasured Ray the best way he knew how.
Ray responded with more moans of pleasure. Dominic had been rubbing Ray's ass and began to kiss and lick all over it too, dragging his tongue across the olive skin, pausing only to impart loving kisses here and there and between his legs, on his perineum, beneath his balls, up his back, and on the creases of his neck, which caused him to tilt his head and moan especially fervently.
Dominic inserted his cock and fucked him more. The whimpers and grunts he brought out of Ray made him proud and extra hard. He focused on the spots that seemed to drive Ray particularly wild. He started out steady and worked up his pace and his vigor. He found himself channeling the full force of Jimmy's virility into each thrust just to hear Ray's sweet, sweet cries of pleasure.
"When you're ready, I want your come inside me," Ray said at one point between thrusts.
They switched to missionary on the floor, with Dominic towering over Ray. Dominic tucked Ray's legs tucked over his enormous shoulders and powered away once more. At times, lifting himself off the ground to get a better angle, to get deeper inside. Dominic used Jimmy's coordination to kiss him without ever stopping. Small moans escaped Ray's lips between kisses, and he seemed to melt looking into Jimmy's eyes.
"I'm… going… to–" And Ray went silent as his body shook. He shot string after string of come onto the both of them. The hard fucking from Dominic had sent him over the edge, and there was no going back. Dominic didn't dare stop, didn't dare ruin this moment for Ray.
Seeing Ray so pleased, so satisfied with how Dominic had used Jimmy's body, Dominic couldn't help but unleash his faucet, and come poured from Jimmy's long, hard, and fat cock into Ray. He never stopped his forceful pounding until a few moments after his last shot. He gradually slowed down and carefully exited Ray, globs of come dripping to the floor and stringing to his cock.
Jimmy draped himself over Ray, and Ray nuzzled into him. They kissed, this time with no goal in mind. They simply kissed, tasting each other and caring for each other with tender lips. Jimmy caressed Ray's cheek, moved a bit of loose hair behind his ear. Ray gingerly kissed Jimmy's muscular chest.
They had connected. Ray had gotten a chance with a stud who might not have had the courage to pursue his feelings. And Ray deserved that. He had put out enough true and honest goodness in the universe that the universe had decided to return the smallest favor. Dominic smiled as his consciousness receded and he let Jimmy take full control again. As was usual, the orgasm had ended the mission, had solved a problem.
Dominic felt the tides of time sweeping him away. He held on for a brief moment to cherish what he had created. He wished he could've stayed longer to see what they said to each other. He envisioned the two of them confessing their long-held secret feelings, deciding to go on old-fashioned dates like Jimmy wanted. He imagined a cute diner with burgers, french fries, and a milkshake with two straws. He wished he could know how they'd end up. But this wasn't how the universe worked. So he let himself get swept away on the tide of time to his next mission, whatever it would be.
