Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

His bushy, black pubes did nothing to hide his cock which sprang to attention, hard and ready for action. "I thought you'd never ask."
    Rory couldn't believe his eyes. If the lad was beautiful with clothes on, he was a stunner with his cock out. He was well endowed. A nice, thick cock complete with red, ripe balls that hung proud between his legs. He was semi-retracted, his foreskin clinging to his engorged head. Pre-cum oozed from his cock to make it glisten like a wanted jewel. Plenty of nice juices to lick clean out of there, he'd wager. What's more, Rory couldn't wait to drain the lad's balls of his love fluids. He would then pound his sweet, twink hole. He couldn't think of a better way to spend his time until Kyle sent someone to fetch him because the man's precious mayonnaise and mustard mix had turned rancid under the studio lights.
    Before Rory could get on his knees to start preparing Pavlos for his first audition into manhood, a strange metallic rolling noise rang out. The sound came from above him. He looked up, only to see the prop of a space warrior's helmet from his last movie fall from the shelf to strike him on his head.
    Rory was knocked unconscious.
    When he woke, grumbling under his breath because he had been disturbed from some good boy action around his dick, what struck his eyes wasn't a cute naked twink with his rock hard and ready cock ripe for sucking, but a lurid desert landscape filled with every conceivable piece of flotsam from the film industry he could imagine. Everything from a gothic table they once used in a film to a half completed cockpit for a now axed series. There was even the old metallic and clunky space warrior outfit he had to endure for hours in the baking sun during his last shoot. He remembered the outfit was so ill-fitting and uncomfortable that he needed three nubile and extremely horny twinks to help soothe away his aches— starting at his cock— when he finished acting for the day.
    "Where the fuck am I?" he screamed. An echo his reply.
    He turned, examining his surrounds in more detail, picking up bits of bric-a-brac. One such object was the photon phaser prop he had used in his old Wormhole Adventure TV series days. He threw the gun onto the sand. The thing was as useless as the ratings he received for that shambles of a show. Yep, he was in a strange place. A stranger in a strange land with some familiar objects thrown in to help confuse the matter.
    Rory went to the space warrior suit. The sky above turning a deeper shade of purple as the minutes wore on— or were they hours? He couldn't tell. All he knew was that he was confused, hungry, thirsty, and had blue balls from the promise of sinking his dick into a tight boy hole which never eventuated. Damn. Not a good combination to have at any time, let alone when lost.
    He was about to reach down and touch the suit, see if it was really there and not a figment of his imagination, when something moving in the distance caught his eye. He stared at the spot— the crest of the hill— where he thought he saw the movement, when a wind kicked up and the desert sands began to swirl around him.
    Rory shielded his eyes.
    A voice rang out. "Ogh se hwe plaetus Fjpxaz, darlung."
    "What?" Rory yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth to help project his voice. Not impressed by the fact he had to squint from the dust storm and there was now someone approaching him to help complicate matters even further. What if it was an alien wanting to breed a new species with him? Then again, it was a male voice.
    Rory contemplated such a notion for a moment. How hot. A male alien. Perhaps they could skip the breeding part and just fuck like love-sick teenagers while their parents were out. Did alien men have the same equipment humans did? Or would the alien be endowed with a weird cock that could suck out his insides while he pounded Rory from behind? Rory smiled. He liked the idea of getting down and dirty with an alien, vacuum cocked or not.
    The dust storm eased.
    When calm returned to the junk desert, much to Rory's surprise and disappointment the approaching man turned out to be none other than Kyle of all people. Talk about a letdown. Anyone would have been better than his director right now. Heck, he'd even prefer a woman for company over him.
    "Why are you here?" Rory said with a distained snort. "And what the hell were you jabbering on about before? You didn't make sense. I thought you were some alien or something come to