Palmdale on a Saturday Night

When Ralph finished, he looked up at Bill. “You okay? I didn’t get too carried away, did I?”

Bill’s head was moving back and forth, and he couldn’t respond verbally.

“Bill? You okay? Talk to me, man!” Ralph said, chuckling. He saw Bill was breathing, panting really, so he knew he was among the living at least.

“Ralph….” Bill started. He paused, taking in a shuddering breath, and summoned the strength to sit up on folded arms. “I… you…”

“Well, I’ve rendered William Maxwell speechless!”

Bill started again, clearing his throat, his eyes and skin glowing as he looked down at Ralph, perched with his arms over his thighs. His partner’s mouth was inches from his flaccid cock.

“Now that’s something I never thought I’d see,” he commented.

Ralph grinned up at him, then looked around. “I’ve gotta get out of this suit, Bill. Let’s go swim. We bought the trunks, after all.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, that pool was beautiful. I want to swim.”

“Then we’ll swim,” Bill quickly agreed. He jumped off the bed and fumbled for his trunks.

After he pulled his trunks back on, he turned to Ralph, who was lifting his suit tunic over his head.

“Here, I want to do that,” Bill said, reaching under Ralph’s arms. His friend’s head was buried in the tunic, and Bill heard him laugh at the tickle.

“BILL! Careful, you don’t want me to strike out automatically from a tickle, while I’m still mostly in the suit.”

“God, you’re right. I’ll be careful not to tickle.”

Bill held Ralph’s arms up, effectively binding his arms, knowing his friend could pull away any time he felt like it.

Bill whispered, “Stay just like that, Ralphie….” And he continued with a sigh against the smoothe, sweaty chest. He took Ralph by the hips, moving against him, feeling his erection through the suit pants.

He slid his arms behind and up Ralph’s powerful back, pressing his mouth on him, kissing and nibbling at him as he worked his way to one erect little nipple. He pulled it in, teasing it with delicate touches of teeth, lapping at it with his tongue like a tiny lollipop.

“BILL!” Ralph squealed when Bill latched onto him, sucking him into his mouth, his hands reaching down to grasp Ralph’s ass to him, pressing his growing erection into his friend’s steel-hard cock.

“Oh gawd, Ralph, I don’t want to swim, I want you, I want you out of that suit,” he murmured into Ralph’s chest, releasing the engorged nipple.

Before Ralph completed removing half of the suit, effectively rendering the remaining pants and boots ineffective, Bill consciously thought to him, not sure if he could instigate their connection, all that he wanted to do to Ralph, have done to him.

Ralph’s sharp breath assured Bill he’d gotten through, and a caressing touch came back to him.

“Hmmm,” was all Bill could say in reply.

Ralph stepped back and within seconds was out of the suit.

“Impressive,” Bill said, nodding approvingly at how fast Ralph could divest himself of the suit now. He looked down his friend’s lean, tanned body, stopping at the sharp line of his erection so obviously straining against the snug briefs.

“In more ways than one,” he added.

He stepped to Ralph, looking down into his best friend’s face, running his long fingers softly along the jawline as he drowned in the sapphire pools, aglow with desire. He leaned forward, touching Ralph’s mouth with his lips.

Ralph closed his eyes when the diaphanous touch of Bill’s lips reached him. The wave of dizziness was back, and he weaved where he stood, feet rooted in place.

His tall, strong partner held him by the shoulders, bracing him.

“Ralph, let’s take a shower, wash up before we continue. We’ve got all night, after all.”

The aliens, who could only monitor the American team if they were in close proximity to the suit, looked at one another.

If they go into a separate room, we will not be able to read them or influence the mind push function.

Indeed, this could prove most informative, friend. Once they are away from the suit, and only influenced by the mild narcotic, they may realize that something is amiss this day.

Ah, yes. When they return from the inner room in which they refresh themselves, their demeanour will let us know if they were so stunned by their previous behavior that they are no longer allowing the vertigo caused by the drug to affect them.

It will also let us know how resilient this team is in facing such personal desires and one another in the ‘aftermath,’ as they would say.

Let us wait and gather what data we may from the suit transmission, as long as we can. If they are going in there to refresh themselves, surely they cannot be in there TOO long.

Unaware of the data on them being transmitted from the suit, and the aliens’ influence on this most unusual day, the two friends hooked arms over one another’s bare backs, grabbed two towels from the shelf in front of the bathroom, and went to the big shower stall the Palmdale Oasis hotel boasted.

Ralph’s eyes were alight as he watched his best friend slide the trunks off. “Not bad, Bill, not bad at all,” he said with a smirk.

“What? Surprised an old guy like me is rarin’ to go already? I think it was the water, Ralphie.”

Ralph hooked his thumbs in his briefs, and Bill jumped to him, holding his hands in place.

“I want to do that,” he said.

He got on his knees, the thick, plush rug cushioning him. He was so tall that he was eye-level with Ralph’s well-defined abdomen. He slid his big hands into the back of the briefs, covering Ralph’s ass, and slowly slid the briefs down.

Maxwell’s eyes were wide at the sight of Ralph’s hard cock inches in front of him. He gasped, and looked up into his friend’s blue eyes.

“Good gawd, Ralph,” he whispered, looking again, his tongue snaking out to lick his drying lips. “Do you want me to…?” he asked, addressing Ralph’s cock.

“I want you to do whatever you want, Bill.”

That’s all Bill needed to hear, and he eagerly opened his mouth, to return the favor for Ralph’s earlier performance.