While stalking a group of hot alien-hunting dudes, Connor, ironically, gets hunted down by aliens himself. He is abducted. Taken off planet. To be sold to slavery in the far reaches of the universe. During the unplanned trip out of the galaxy, Connor finds out though, to his immense amusement, that his d*ck has a power. It’s a real force of nature too! Back on Earth it wasn’t anything, just an average d*ck. Nobody gave a damn about it back on Earth. At the distant frontiers though, his d*ck can do magic! Bending alien minds. Getting advantage over extraterrestrial species. Etc. But will it be enough to get his ass back home? And would he even want to go back?
Genre: FICTION / Gay4.5 out of 5
Excuse my grammar and punctuation, or lack thereof. I’m tapping this on my iPhone screen and my hands are shaking. The whole spaceship is shaking.
I could have waited until I was back on Earth, I guess, to write this, but I’m afraid I’m gonna lose it if I don’t do it now. I need to vent, get this out of me, put it in writing or something, while the memory is still fresh. There’s a big load, get ready! Also, I’m not even sure I’m gonna make it back to Earth to write it later, the Memoirs of a Star Traveler. Where I am now, I don’t think a lot of people made it back, honestly. God, how many must be out there, somewhere, strewn across the universe, homies, lost in space, forever. Damn! I never thought about it like that. I do now!
Where do I begin? Fuck!
It all started a couple months ago when I’ve stumbled into a group of UFO hunters on Facebook, or at least they identified themselves as such. It was a group of hot guys really, which I’m not gonna lie, I was looking for porn when I found them. They kinda fit the search parameters. Then there were aliens, of course, me being a nerd. I drool over that kind of stuff. Also, I drool over hot boys, a lot.
I’m also a homebody. I don’t get out a lot. I don’t go to the gym. I don’t have Grindr. But I guess I’m not ugly. I’m just underexercised, by the gay standards. And I get shy around boys too. I never developed a circle of friends when I was younger, which I hear was all my peers were doing. My parents were my friends. They were biologists. We traveled all over, South America, Africa, Indonesia, searching for colorful bugs and stuff, snakes, lizards. You have to have a certain set of mind to be into that, I admit, which my parents both did.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Clécio Lopes
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Josmar Figueras
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