Defense

Alfonso de Castro was wondering. For years, he had longed to be in the position he recently obtained: working in the Institute for Research in Innovative Techniques. He did like some of the work, true. But, what first seemed attractive, to work in an all-male environment, was also getting on his nerves.

Correct that: it was working on his dick. And because there was no way to check what the institution’s rules were about sexual encounters nor how other workers felt about man-to-man sex, he was quiet about the erections he felt and a bit concerned. He wondered how and if he should proceed working here.

Alfonso was in his late twenties and had no reason to be concerned about his professional skills. He also had no reason whatsoever to be shy about his body. He displayed a handsome Latino face with a full goatee, a firm chest, plus a nice dick with two full balls that seemed to produce more sperm than Alfonso could ever spend during his private jerk-off sessions.

Yes, there was enough privacy for that in the institution. But, the privacy also meant that the chances of having any insight in the sexual habits of his co-workers were nil. As a consequence, Alfonso had developed some special techniques of masturbating by himself. During these sessions, he liked to fantasize about some of the guys he was working with.

One was Paul Shuman, a guy working on nanotechnology. He was taller than Alfonso, had a Scandinavian appearance with a full blond beard, and a pleasant smile. Paul intrigued Alfonso. He’d tried to get closer to him, to sit next to him in the restaurant. He had looked at Paul’s massive body and had wondered if he would be as hairy as he guessed. Once during the summer, he had seen Paul in a short-sleeved shirt and plenty of fur was showing.

How he would like to crawl with his fingers through those hairs. He wanted to start in that luscious beard, going down along the chest, that wonderful belly, the navel, further down to find a cock at full mast. He wished to grab that rigid pole, to feel its firmness, slowly start to jack it. Alfonso would add some spit to enhance the feeling of flesh. He could see it releasing the first drops of fluid, almost crystal clear. Then, using the precum as man-made lubricant and strengthening his grip, he would move upwards and downwards with his hand, bringing Paul to a full orgasm. Heavy volleys of thick white sperm cream would spew forth.

Of course, he also needed the tenderness in the act, too. This was not about rape. This was about mutual attraction, mutual pleasure, mutual enjoyment and mutual lust. These thoughts had him almost cumming.

Alfonso was brought to reality by a knock on his door.

He called out, “Just a minute!”

Alfonso tried to bend his dick along his body, slipped into some shorts and gown, and stuck his head around the corner. Now, who would disturb his reveries in such a crude way? In the four months of his stay at the Institute, no one had ever knocked on his door unexpectedly. He had tried to make friends with some of his fellow workers. But, it seemed that they did not fraternize easily. Only Jack Demiro had been at his quarters. Ah, Jack Demiro…

As if one of his daydreams had become reality, Jack Demiro was standing at the door. He was smiling, as if he knew all along what kind of daydreams Alfonso just had.

Jack seemed to be of Italian origin. But, there was some influence in his physical appearance of other backgrounds, too. Long dark hair covered his shoulders. Beneath his deep dark eyes was a small and very dense moustache that seemed almost unnaturally dark. The smile under that moustache was now getting broader and broader. Neither one of them had spoken a word.

“I thought I might still find you at your quarters,” said Jack, breaking the silence and seemingly knowing a lot more about Alfonso’s habits than he could have deducted from their small talk they’d had until now.

“Just thought I might invite you to come over to the auditorium in ten minutes. Seems that John Varchas will perform some show about his latest research. He is persistent that everyone show up. I just warned Michael and Paul.”

“I…I need to get dressed,” Alfonso said, stating the obvious. “But I can be there in ten. Auditorium 3, I guess?”

“Nope, Auditorium 1. John Varchas is really expecting all of us. Must be something like a breakthrough he will present. See you in ten, then.”

Obviously, Jack needed to warn more people. Should he have stayed, he would have seen how Alfonso undressed, caressed his thick pole for a moment, just checked in the mirror if he was looking OK – which he did – and redressed, now in a way that he could attend this meeting.

Not that the dress code within the institute was strict: he could wear jeans and a T-shirt, which he did. Not able – or not willing– to find something to wear under his jeans, he decided to wear them over his naked flesh. It felt good. Almost too good, going to that mass meeting, and having his dick growing again.

But then, a lot of good-looking guys would probably show up. And not only the young guys could raise sexual desires in Alfonso. Take John Varchas himself, who was in his mid-fourties. He looked great, like some powerful czar. You could see that he had some experience in life. And, that made him all the more attractive. Not a slim body, but a belly just in the right size, a dark and sometimes mysterious way of wandering around, but also an attractive way of clumsiness. And from what Alfonso had seen, he was richly endowed in the manliest parts of his body.

Alfonso had to hurry. From his desk he took a notebook and a pen. Closing the door behind him he had no idea whatsoever that the next meeting would change his life. In fact, it would not only change his life, it would change the life in the institute. It would, on the long run, change life on the whole planet.

He arrived three minutes before the start of the presentation. Not too late to find a seat, but definitely too late to be in the front rows. The large auditorium was built as an amphitheater, with the front rows at the speaker’s level, the back rows high up. From each position, you could almost read what the guy before you wrote, since the seats were not directly behind each other.

Alfonso took at seat in row twelve. He was pleasantly surprised to see that Jack, who had been standing along the side-wall chatting with guy Alfonso did not yet know, now joined him. It was nice to see that at least Jack kind of expressed his friendship in this way.

There were still some moments of undefined mumbling around and then silence. John Varchas entered at the front side of the auditorium. It seemed as if everyone has holding his breath. Would this really be so important, Alfonso thought?

He looked down. He looked to his side. It would be nice if he could lay his hand on Jack’s leg. Of course, he could not. But, the mere idea of having his hand there, maybe massaging the leg, maybe moving a bit upwards towards the focal point of his sexual attention…

No, he told himself. He struggled against a new increase of blood pressing to enter his manhood. This is out of the question. I must pay attention. I am here to listen.

Fortunately, John Varchas started. He switched on the microphone, welcomed everyone, and explained that he’d made a discovery that would change the whole strategy of warfare.

Well, haven’t we heard this before, Alfonso thought cynically? He did have feelings towards John Varchas. But, these few months at the Institute had made him a bit skeptic about groundbreaking discoveries.

“To show you how it works, I will need a volunteer,” said John Varchas.

The silence in the audience was broken. A kind of adolescent humor suddenly filled the room. Guys were trying to push other guys forward. Jokes were made about what the guinea pig would have to endure.

“You’ll just be deaf and blind, Pete!” Alfonso heard.

He was quiet and so was Jack. Jack even turned his head, smiled at Alfonso. What did he mean?

Then, Paul was walking to the front of the room. Alfonso was thrilled, but did not know now whom he should concentrate on. Sitting right next to him was Jack, with a wonderful smile, who seemed to know more about Alfonso than Alfonso realized before. He was quite near, easy to touch, if Jack would allow that. But in front of the room were two persons who were certainly worth some wet dreams, too….John Varchas and Paul Shuman.

He just had to adjust his growing dick inside his jeans, and in doing so noticed that Jack boldly followed the gesture with his eyes. No comments. Just the smile getting broader. What did he mean…contempt? No, this smile was friendly. Understanding? Lust perhaps? Alfonso did not dare to look down at Jack pants, at hat moment.

A guy who was new to Alfonso entered the front side of the auditorium, struggling with a heavy glass container with some bluish fluid. John Varchas seemed to be annoyed, said some things to the guy who tugged his shoulders, and went out.

John Varchas and Paul had to work together to get the container on top of the desk, so that it was easier to see, and to reach for the coming experiment.

Alfonso and Jack looked at each other silently, eyebrows raised. What would this large bottle contain? Would it really make Paul deaf and blind for some time, as remarks from his friends had suggested?

John took the mike again, explained that he had hoped for a more practical vessel, but that he would do the demo anyway. He took a tissue, tried first to turn the container in such a way that he would pour some out some of the liquid, then, deciding that the container was too heavy to be lifted, dipped the tissue in the container, and took it out.

“You all know how some substances such as pheromones enhance erotic attraction,” he explained. “You know that some substances improve the blood stream into the pubic zone. And you may know that some substances decrease the thresholds of individual shame, at least momentarily. But, now watch the impact of this new liquefied concentrate.”

He seemed to have everyone’s attention as he let Paul smell the tissue. Nothing happened. Silence.

“Yeah, that would be nice. A sex bomb… “ Jack whispered. Did Alfonso really hear that? Did Jack have the same dreams as he had?

Then, all of a sudden, Paul came alive. He was breathing heavily, came over to John and began to hug him, just in front of everyone. He was undoing John’s jacket, tie and shirt within just a few moments. John stepped back, somehow taken by surprise, and hit the desk.

That was the moment of the chain reaction.

The large glass container fell off the desk, and broke. Suddenly, the first rows of the auditorium were no longer visible. Next went the third, then the fourth rows. As the grayish-blue cloud mounted along the rows of the auditorium, it became noisier. There were some sounds of whispering, some moans, and there was a sound of textiles being torn. The sounds were growing.

Alfonso stared at Jack, who was expressing his amazement, but kept smiling. As the fog became denser, Alfonso felt Jack’s hand on his knee. He felt excited. He felt damned horny! He was giving in to his urges, bending towards Jack, putting his hand on his knee, then on his groin. They kissed. At first just a tender lip touch, then suddenly they were French-kissing as if there tongues were having a duel.

Jack softly told him that he would like to feel Alfonso naked. This was a surprise to Alfonso.

“What, right here?” asked Alfonso.

“Look around, stud.” said Jack, as he began to peel off Alfonso’s T-shirt. He began sucking his man-tits…and then Alfonso understood.

Through the fog he could now discern many naked bodies in the front rows, he hard the sound of continuous moaning, bumping, sucking, fucking, he realized that this was no longer an auditorium. It had become a sexatorium. Then, opening Jack’s fly and liberating the hard and wanting cock, he thought that the environment in which they were did not matter anymore. He would have had sex with Paul right now anywhere, in a full train, in the middle of a crowded street, before the eyes of his grandfather. All inhibitions were gone: this was sheer lust.

He ferociously kissed Jack again, tried to get his hand everywhere on Jack’s body and to tear away any textile that was in his way. He felt other hands tearing away his jeans, lifting him, slowly bringing him down and caressing him. He was naked, he had Jack naked, there were all a bunch of naked bodies, feverously exploring, loving, moaning, stroking, lusting for another. He felt hands stroking his chest, his belly. His legs were laid wide open, someone was sucking his dick.

Extending his arms he felt two thick man-poles easy to reach, begging for action. He grabbed them, lovingly, massaged them, rubbed them. He also needed to suck, he needed to feel man-flesh everywhere. Mouth open he bent forward to Paul’s ready cock, and now his tongue made little tours around the glans. It felt wonderful, but he wanted even more.

“And this guy, too”, he heard someone say, and he was lifted, his body now suddenly feeling lonely, then carried to the front of the room, and completely surrounded by flesh. He saw John Varchas again, now completely naked and without the dignity of the senior expert, fucking Paul, while Paul was sucked by Abdelaziz, one of the front desk personnel.

He felt more hands, more cocks, more tongues than he could ever have imagined he could. This was sharing. This was eternal lust. He exploded in a geyser of sperm, but did not loose his hardness. He saw that Paul was now also in the orgy, could not move towards him but noticed that Paul was carried his way.

Paul was now also moaning loudly, the whole volume level in the room was still increasing, sometimes with peaks when simultaneous orgasms were reached. Alfonso was now sucked while he was watching Paul being masturbated by Abdelaziz. He came again, and As Paul came, he shot his volley right on Alfonso’s belly. He loved it, he loved it, he did not want it to end…ever.

The rest, as they say, is history. You all know how the World Peace Treaty was signed only three years later. You may know that the world’s first president who was elected came from a family who earned some credits in the so-called United Nations Organization.

And you all know how the invasion of the Qlry changed life on earth dramatically after the Peaceful Decades. Don’t you? Maybe that’s worth another story.