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It's late at night.
At least - you think it's nighttime. A ray of sunlight isn't intruding from the window into your dark hobbit hole, so it must be late in the afternoon. You're still trying to understand the ways of this new planet with all the screwed-up time zones, weird weather patterns, and strange creatures.
You've been staring out the windows for a long time already. There was still daylight left in the sky, but now that the sun had set, the city was lit with colorful fluorescent lights, making you wish you had a pair of sunglasses. You never had a use for them - since the only general form of light you accompanied yourself with was your gaming rig: fancy, unnecessary RGB lighting and all. It's too bad there was no Wi-Fi, or else you'd be able to play up some cheap game from the net. But - as it stands - you can barely get any sleep. Your fingers tap against the hard surface of the wooden table you've cluttered with half-eaten food and empty dishes, bunching around you like an annoying swarm of insects.
Accompanied by the table was a wooden chair that had originally been an extra dining chair - but now serves as your exquisite, high-tier, ass-cramping gaming chair. It's currently set up at a decent computer you're lucky enough to breathe at. You used to play 'Buck Thunder' nonstop, and you only got halfway into the second game's tutorial before the news of aliens taking over Earth had reached your ears. It took quite a while before you decided on anything other than 'fuck my life,' though, the thought still occurred.
With a sigh, you lean forward to rest your head on your forearms, feeling the muscles in your back and arms tense with the movement. It's been a few fucked-up days with you trying to discern that you were living in a fantasy land; chock-full of strangle-looking aliens, talking cockroaches, and spiderfrogs - as far as your current reality was concerned. With every passing day, there seemed to be more and more reasons why you just wanted to rip your hair out. It had been just yesterday when your parents left for a business trip (without a proper goodbye from you), and Lizzie was planning on throwing another college party you wanted nothing to do with.
That was four days ago when the entire universe seemed so normal that nothing could've gone wrong. But, before you knew it, you were making a deal with a legless, three-eyed alien to help defeat the G3 Cartel to save your planet, where humans were being sold off for drugs. It was insane, you decided. It was beyond ridiculous, and it was all because of that damned gun. But, that gun was - technically - the main reason you were here and, well... not dead.
The gun... was 'Kerry' his name? You can recall that name while shooting green slime at stumpy, mustard-like aliens. No... it's Kenny. Two n's.
Kenny wasn't exactly a regular gun. Not the kind you usually find. You can distinctly remember him uttering a word like 'Gatlian' after his name, but you weren't listening. You were too bent on noticing how he looked like one of those plastic super-squirters that was also an animal - like a seahorse or something. Instead of a curly fishtail, his tail ended at a point with a little-too-realistic-looking hole at the end - that of which, unsettled you. Aside from his blue, squishy, skin-like body, the most noticeable feature about him was his face. Two large, bulging black eyes and an even bigger mouth with multiple curved teeth: giving him a cartoonish appearance. It was cute... in a strange way. You wondered how a usually inanimate object could have a whole-ass personality and voice - but then again - everything was twisted in space.
You weren't really listening to the story of how he was related to one of the Cartel leaders, but you had to admit you felt a bit sorry for him. It wasn't something you could relate to, but there was a certain charm about how he carried himself. You couldn't deny it - he talked a lot. Even if he was stupid at most times, you still enjoyed his commentary and idiotic jokes through your stress-inducing journey.
But, there was just one thing - one single thing - that always bothered you.
Specifically - whenever you had to feed him.
Gatteral: that spiky, blue mass that Kenny calls food. Sure, you could understand eating fruits on Earth, but it looked nothing like fruit. It was like... a spiky rock, but that wasn't the weird part. It wasn't exactly when you shoved the entirety of a Gatteral fruit down his throat (which was STILL completely weird), but it was the way he begged for it.
That's right.
Begged.
He was always doing it with such a suggestive expression. It was always so... lewd. And it was almost always accompanied by a low moan whenever he swallowed the entirety of the fruit. Sometimes it was loud. Sometimes it was soft. His pleads were so quiet; you almost didn't notice him until his eyes flickered down towards your hand and then back up at you with those big, desperate eyes. You were uncomfortable touching his mouth, and even with the barrier of a high-tech suit, you could still feel the pressure. The warmth. The wetness of his mouth. As much as you hated to admit it, it made you feel some way. A bad way. Sneaky intentions crept their way up into your brain, and you couldn't help but think if Gatteral was the boundary.
Your eyes dismissively glazed over to your black nightstand, where Kenny lay on his side, unmoving. His eyes were closed, and as far as you could tell, he was unconscious. His 'body' rose and fell rhythmically, indicating he was dozing, and his mouth occasionally opened up to mumble incoherent words. You try to switch focus, looking at the alarm clock on your bedside table - the time reads 9:00 PM. And yet the night continues as usual, with you being wide awake. It feels like hours, without even noticing the hours go by. Hours passed without your awareness. Time was passing. Every moment you spent watching him was an opportunity for your mind to wander. And it wandered often.
Too often.
You twitch - trying to stop your heated body - and look away.
But, it doesn't stop your brain.
A deep blush creeps onto your face, causing the tips of your ears to turn red as your stomach twists into knots. You let out a small grunt, gazing toward Kenny's sleeping form. Then, you stare again. You close your eyes and open them again. You blink. Before you can process the thought properly, however, your body has already decided otherwise. You don't know how it goes, but you're tip-toeing closer to the nightstand. Your hand reaches out towards the nightstand and its rugged surface. You sweat, barely reaching your burning fingertips against the hardwood. Your breathing becomes shallow, and your heart beats too quickly.
Fuck - you really wonder what Kenny's mouth feels like.
You hate yourself for thinking this way, but you desperately want to know. You want to feel those flabby lips and tongue - just to find out if they're as sticky and slimy as they seem on your hand. The images flood into your head as if they are coming from a moving film, and you watch them unfold like a movie in your mind. A smile forms on your face, and your heart starts thumping faster as your eyes travel downwards, lightly tracing Kenny's face. You grasp his handle tightly, and his eyes flutter open, immediately widening in surprise.
"W-What the-!? B-Bounty Hunter? What are you doing?" He questions with that stuttery, nervous voice you loved hearing. You say nothing, lifting him to your face with a twisted grin. "A-Are you... are you going out somewhere, or... what? What's going on? Is there a, uh, bug problem? Did your mom - er - sister get captured or something... a-and we have to do a side mission where we go and save her? That'd be really inconvenient, considering we have a lot more things to worry about, so I don't really think you should... I-It'd be bad to waste more time than we already have, y-you know?! Because I mean, your planet's kinda in jeopardy here, and if you don't do something quick, I can't guarantee it'll end well, yeah? No, but seriously, why - why are you up so late? You need to sleep if you're gonna go through the troubles of saving an entire planet!"
Amid Kenny's rambling, you unzip your pants. It seemed that a helpless gun with a mouth had its upsides. "...A-And why are you holding me so tightly? It hurts a lit- aagh! Ooouugh..."
"Shut up, you goddamn cock tease..." You mutter between gritted teeth as you run your thumb across his tongue, leaving behind an unmistakable taste of salt in Kenny's mouth. You firmly press down - opening it further - and like thick spaghetti, multiple strings of green saliva stretched and connected all around his mouth. It looked disgusting, but you're too horny to care. It was so wet and warm from the touch alone, and it caused your cock to tingle. The feeling of excitement began to build up in your chest as you finally you pull down your lower clothing: far enough to see the outline of your dick poking through the fabric. It was already rock hard, resembling a curved tent. Your finger grazes the edge of your head, and you tilt your head back slightly, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to relax under the pleasure.
Oh, fuck yes. It's going to feel good. So damn good.
As you slowly lower Kenny down south, never breaking eye contact, he begins to wiggle in your grasp, doing his best to speak properly.
"Ohmygod... what are you...? I can't...! I-I can't let you do this to me! This is illegal, you know! We're not supposed to be, uh, you know... doing this! It's - it's a law here... I-I think?! Gatlians are for shooting, not for shooting into! C-C'mon, I was just joking about the Gatteral thing! I didn't really want y-you to... uhm..." He trails off, glancing up at you with a helpless stare, which only makes you even harder. Your right hand continues to stroke Kenny's mouth while the other is buried in the deep confines of your underwear. Your breath comes out short and erratic as you stroke your twitching dick, the precum causing a wet patch to form at the front. Then, you finally move your underwear far enough for you to stretch at your fullest, impressive length. You sigh in relief, and Kenny's eyes widen in shock, seeing how (what do the humans call it?) aroused you are. He'd never seen a human's penis before, and it looked foreign compared to most aliens' tentacle-like, spindly ones. It was so mesmerizing to him. Compared to the things he's seen, you were something brand new.
"C-Come on, man! You can't seriously be thinking of doing this! You're just fucking with me, right? This is all one big prank? Ahaha? Right? R-Right?! " When you lazily shake your *thinking* head 'no,' with an unsettling grin, Kenny looks away in shame. His dignity shatters as you rub your other head against his face, smearing it with your pre-cum. He whimpers at the hot stiffness on his cheek, his antennas drooping down in shame. It's hard to pretend someone's cock isn't right there in front of you, wantonly poking away at your face - especially if there's a severe size difference. It's like a goddamn house - compared to Kenny, but that didn't make it any less enticing. He can practically feel the tip of your dick against his throat, imagining your thickness sliding in and out of his mouth like he's sucking glorblenorf on a stick. (That's alien slang for candy.) It felt so hot to imagine. You can feel Kenny shudder in between your fingers. "B-Bounty Hunter... aren't you a bit... uh... worried? I know, I look fuckable, like a realistic fleshlight and all... I-I get the resemblance, truly, but I reeeeally wouldn't stick my schwartz in some toxic-gloop shooting Gatlian! I mean, you shoot me at other things, and they start burning and disintegrating in immense pain! A-Are you really positive you wanna put your dick in that? Because if I were an empty-minded, sex-driven human, I'd do the same thing! B-But... please don't do it! "
To you - all that talking went in one ear, out the other.
You bite your bottom lip anxiously as you glance down at him. He's blushing a light purple and staring upwards at you, clearly flustered beyond belief. Fuck. It was making your whole body shake. It might've been the horny talking, but you want to hear him beg more to you - to suck you off, to do all sorts of things to you. But, alas, your stamina could last only so little. You don't appreciate the unnecessary monologue, but you can appreciate his helplessness. His submissiveness. He sounded embarrassed, and it's adorable. You take a shaky breath before speaking, your voice low and unstable. "Do you want me to?"
You haven't got a clue why you asked - considering you were going to do it anyway.
Kenny gulps, unable to make coherent sentences, his eyes switching between your face and crotch. The room stays silent. The only sound that fills the air is Kenny's harsh breathing as his face grows hotter and his eyes dilate further. " I-I guess, " he says. To that green light, you smile wickedly, removing your thumb and slowly replacing it with the hefty weight of your leaking dick. You pull your hand away from Kenny's mouth, and his lips instantly pucker, and-
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
His mouth was so incredibly moist and tight - it almost made you choke on your own spit. It felt like you'd just been indulged in a warm bathtub. Everything was so hot… so overwhelming. Maybe a little too hot. You shudder underneath the slimy, warm sensation, releasing soft whimpers. Your hips quiver, trying not to blow your load so early on, and you slowly pull out of Kenny's mouth. But, you're unable to prevent brushing against Kenny's strange, textured alien throat, so you let out another groan. A saliva coating covered your now-glistening erection, making it tingle in an odd - but pleasant way. To your immense relief, your orgasm starts to subside.
Shit, you almost came while barely moving. That would've been fucking embarrassing.
When you meet Kenny's burning gaze, his mouth hangs open slightly, revealing the sharp tip of his red tongue. He blinks once, twice, then a third time before turning away, biting his bottom lip.
"W-Wow, you pulled out fast! Should I be flattered? Haven't you put your dick in wetter places before? I g-guess not. No offense, but somebody like you probably hasn't felt anything remotely close to a woman before... o-or a man! I'm not judging you! Otherwise, I'd probably get cancelled for saying something like that... Well, um - maybe I won't, since this is real life, and not Twitter. Am I allowed to mention social media here? A-A-Anyways, I'm just trying to say I haven't met a human who hasn't got a girlfriend - or a boyfriend - or whatever... Uh, technically, you are the first human I've geniunely met. And you're an intersting-looking one, too. I can't say for sure if you're my type, but if you weren't so introverted, other humans wouldn't hate you. Speaking of - I bet you hate me, now. Well... you don't really hate me, b-but you sure don't love me either. You're just angry because of me... a-and the Gatteral... and now you're really horny because of it. R-Right? Y-You're like... angry horny. A-Am I wrong? Am I wrong here? Did I miss a part in the story, or something?"
You roll your eyes. A gun with a mouth can have its downsides, as well.
"Stop talking, damn it! " You snap, pushing yourself back into Kenny's mouth when you see him opening it again for another pointless speech. His eyes narrow as he stares at the hulking cock in his mouth, looking extremely offended at the interruption. You pull out again, leaning forward slightly, and Kenny grunts as he watches you lower your face towards his own. "I'm gonna give you an incentive to shut your big gob, you Gatlian bitch...! "
Kenny looks up at you for a moment, clearly irritated, before reluctantly parting his mouth - a sweet invitation inside. Good.
You let out an involuntary chuckle as you push yourself deeper inside Kenny's mouth, much rougher this time. He seems exclusively bent on pleasing you now, enjoying the taste of your salty flesh as his tongue swirls around the tip hungrily, earning himself another small moan of enjoyment from you. He's really enjoying this. You steady yourself, enjoying the sight of him taking you so beautifully, staring up at you with cloudy eyes - a desperate, yearning look written over every inch of his blushy face. With how much dick he could stuff into his mouth, it almost seemed to vanish. He barely even needed to work; you could feel it. The squeezing and pulling muscles in his throat start tightening around your sex, making you let out the loudest moans of pleasure you're sure anyone in a mile could hear. You move your hand to Kenny's tail, gripping it tightly before pounding into him rapidly. You're almost crying from how nice it is. Your hips twitch uncontrollably as the sensation courses through you - failing to keep a stoic, careless façade - as every moment of this feels like heaven for you. You bite your bottom lip, trying your best to control the intense wave of lust flowing through your body, knowing Lizzie and Gene are still downstairs... doing whatever the hell they were doing. "Oohhh-! Nnnngg..."
With all you've done, you can't stop now, and Kenny seems to understand that, licking and sucking the soul out of your dick, bringing you closer and closer to completion. You couldn't contain the moans escaping your lips anymore. The feeling of your fist digging into Kenny's rubbery flesh makes him whine lightly, the vibrations making it all the better. As much as he wanted to, the fact that he couldn't take more of you in didn't bother him, nor did it concern him - having no idea where your human juices would go. He was happy to do whatever you wanted - especially after tasting the muskiness of your dick. He was craving it a lot more. It was almost intoxicating. With a strange instinct, he wants to be filled with your cum, and he can tell it wouldn't take long if he kept up his rewarding work. He can practically taste the saltiness on his tongue. The overwhelming smell of your lustful scent mixed with his was unmistakably there.
"Mmmmfh! Bnntee... Ooomftrr! " The vibrations from Kenny's muffled talking made you arch your back slightly, thrusting yourself even deeper inside. You block out his poor attempt at speaking, not caring about whatever he has to say. You feel dizzy, drunk off of his delicious feeling. The sensation was intoxicating. And you wanted more - you needed more. Even if Kenny was some freaky-ass alien gun with a hyper-realistic mouth, he still felt good.
In fact, he felt fan-fucking-tastic.
You felt your climax approaching so rapidly it was almost painful, and you were pretty sure Kenny was close, too. His body throbbed under the tight grip of your hands as you clung desperately to him, like life itself depended on it. There was little-to-no gentleness in your thrusts as you sloppily pounded into Kenny's mouth, trying to ignore the fact that this beautiful feeling was only temporary. You look down at him hazily, drooling at his half-lidded eyes staring into yours, his pupils dilating further with each passing second. He's watching you closely - watching your sweaty, pleasure-contorted face - waiting patiently for you to come. His tongue lazily sticks out of his mouth, lines of drool dripping from the sides. He looked so hungry. So desperate.
Yeah, this was precisely what you needed. You wanted Kenny to swallow - to take it all. To fill him with your cum. That's all. Everything. It'll feel amazing.
"F-Fuuuck. K-Kenny..." And suddenly, you're losing it, with your legs wobbling like spaghetti. You hear can Kenny moan through his muffled, wet speech. His eyes roll back, almost showing exclusively the whites, and his mouth gurgles - gluck, gluck, gluck - with every thrust of your hips. It sounds horrendous, but you keep on pushing, wanting to find release yourself. You're having trouble breathing. You're right there. Squeezing your hand impossibly hard, you violently come down Kenny's throat, causing him to gag loudly. You could feel every cell in your body throbbing from the pleasure and adrenaline rush - you feel like you're going to pass out right there. Your muscles spasm as Kenny attempts to swallow as much as he can, greedily swallowing you as you come even harder. The sensation of his mouth engulfing you were both heavenly and nauseating. Then, a burst of thick white cum spews out of his mouth, dribbling onto his chin. You close your eyes tightly, trying to slow down your racing heart rate - which was abnormally fast to the point that it was difficult to think straight.
For a long moment, you stand there, enjoying the tiny aftershocks of pleasure while you relish the sight of Kenny's lips wrapped around you. It was nice - for the most part - but you notice his dazed expression is gone, and his eyes are narrowed - so you could only assume that he was scowling now. A creamy light green liquid drooped out from the sides like a grotesque waterfall, and as he tried to utter something, more fluids bubbled out in two large rivulets. Eugh. Your room probably smelled like a cum dumpster right now, but you didn't care. It was your room, and you could do whatever you wanted inside it... even if that meant fucking a Gatlian senseless - like the horndog you truly were.
The sudden change in temperature makes you shiver as you pull Kenny off, placing him back on the nightstand. The fluids start to spill like a tidal wave, and you watch as it splashes over your softening cock - sinking straight into the carpet. You're probably gonna have to clean that. Questions from your sister were something you did not want to answer. You focus your attention back on Kenny, noticing that he's glaring at you while trying to cough out the excess. "Blegh! Christ... if you were gonna come, couldn't you at least be a gentleman - or something - and warn me? That's usually what people getting head should at least do! I almost choked on that monstrosity that you call your cum! There's an immense difference from that, and my throat, you know! I-I have lungs! I have to breathe! I could've died, you know...!"
Kenny indignantly trips over his words, spitting out more of your seed with exaggerated noises. "I... U-Ugh... Fuck, I...! I-It's all in my mouth!"
"Yeesh, I like you more when your mouth is full. " You ignore the string of insults from Kenny as you turn away, walking over to your table to retrieve an untouched box of tissues: secretly placed under an upside-down bowl. You reach your arms out for some, wiping yourself clean of the remaining thick, gloopy saliva. It's sticky. Very sticky. You can feel it seep out from the other side of the seven - no - eight tissues you used. Tossing the incomparable cotton in your overfilled trash can, you settle on a dirty black shirt that had been lying on the floor for god-knows how long. As you wrap the clothing around your sensitive skin, the friction makes you huff in surprise - as you're still recovering from the previous orgasm. "Listen, you got your gross alien saliva on me. So, we're even."
Once you finish cleaning yourself up, you walk back to Kenny and swipe the article of clothing around in his mouth, trying to soak up all the gross fluids the two of you made. He openly growls in protest, and you smirk cruelly at his irritation. "And besides, you wanted this. You liked it. I know you did."
Kenny doesn't respond to that, but you can tell by his eyes - filled with annoyance - that you are absolutely correct.