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Ah well, I’d never had the best track record with money. “If I could only pick one, which would you recommend?”
“These are the last ones I have in stock, Yarrisan. And they are both important. If I were you, I wouldn’t want to be without either of them.” A sly look spread over his face. “If the credits are the problem, I can trade with you. I make many of these products myself, and how exciting would it be to have the firsthuman sex toy? If you can model for me, perhaps we can work something out. You help me, I help you, hey?”
“Dude, you are way too eager to see a new species’ junk.”
“Of course! I am passionate about my craft, my new friend. Come. Let me show you.”
He took me through to the back of the shop and, somewhat dazed, I followed, only to be greeted with the biggest wall of dicks I’d ever seen, which, okay, I’d never seen a wall of dicks before. But, if I were to imagine a wall of dicks in an alien sex shop, it wouldn’t have come close to the array of different sizes and shapes, in a rainbow of colours. Where I once might have felt relief I was pretty average across the board, now it was only a detached observation. My size wasn’t the problem.
God, the tight clasp of her cunt. Remembering the way she rippled and sucked those orgasms out of me had my dick hardening again. I wanted to be able to bring her the pleasure she expected, the pleasure she deserved.
“See, this is a kri’ith prick.” Sokoosa gestured with one of his top hands at what would be an average human dick, if it wasn’t for the nodules on the top side of the length that moved under the surface where he touched it.
Right. They would work perfectly with her ripples.
“This is nebaru.”
Predictably similar to human.
“This is gylaorli, my people,” he continued.
Wow.The dude was packing someveryinteresting equipment, and I tried not to stare. How did that even work?
“Here we have hetrega. Some only have a mating arm, but we live in exciting sexual times, hey. Very exciting. Some have taken non-hetrega mates and have developed bipedal cocks.”
These guys had grown a whole new cock type? Seemed unlikely, but maybe in however many hundreds or thousandsof years, if we fucked enough aliens, we’d develop funky cock abilities too.
I peered closer and realised the circles on both lower and upper sides looked like octopus suckers.“It looks like a tentacle.”
“Yeah, hey, obviously. That’s their whole thing.” He waggled all four arms down by his legs as if that explained everything. “Look, I’ve got a matching wall of pussy too.”
But of course he had. I spotted the kri’ith one straight away in the scores of more familiar and less familiar vulvas, all mounted in fleshlight style tubes, and I grinned. Not only did we still use the tried and tested format our ancestors developed, but across the galaxy, a fake pussy in a tube was still the solo sex toy of choice for those of us with dicks. Nice. “So, you want to add a human cock to your wall?”
“That is very right, hey.Yourhuman cock, no less. And you can boast to your friends, ‘mine was the first human cock ever to be immortalised by the great Sokoosa from Aurora Five.’”
Was I actually considering this? I cast my gaze over the walls again. I guess I was. It was a good dick. Good enough to be representative of humanity? That was subjective, but I’d never had any complaints. More importantly, these toys might help Shohari get the stimulation and attention she deserved. “What exactly would I need to do?”
“Utterly non-invasive holoscan. Very boring. You won’t even feel it.”
Right.
“Can you explain how the cock sleeve works? I’m still a bit hazy on the details.” I could only afford one of the toys, and even then, I shouldn’t. Shouldn’t be spending valuable credits on sex toys I’d likely never need again because this was oh-so-temporary, but the sleeve sounded promising, and I wanted to get it right for her.
My heart stung. If I could smooth over her uncertainty, her self-consciousness? Priceless.
So that was how I found myself sitting in the back room of an alien sex shop with my pants down, with a six limbed popinjay scanning my boner. Just another evening in the far flung galaxy.
“All done.” Sokoosa docked the scanner with his computer unit and leaned forwards. “For complete research, I’d very much like to observe the mechanics of a human orgasm and emission.” The look he offered me was eager and beseeching. “What do you think, hey?”
Despite being achingly hard from the thought of using these toys with Shohari, I was determined not to come until I’d made her come. Not that doing it in front of him was ever an option.
“I’m not jacking off so you can see what happens. Dude.” I pulled my trousers up, inwardly cursing at how tight they were as I crammed my dick in there. One day, I’d learn to choose the unsexy, comfy leggings, but that day wasn’t today and, if I was honest, probably wouldn’t be tomorrow, either.
Dismay spread across Sokoosa’s face, as if I’d kicked his kitten.
I rubbed my hand across my forehead. “Fine. I guess I can tell you about it, at least.”
His eyes lit up, and he leaned in, firing questions at me like the answers could be the meaning of life. “You will? You are a good, good human, Yarrisan. How far can you shoot your cum? What colour is it? How many times in a row?”
