Down on the Boat

“You know this is probably fake, right?” Jonathan said for the hundredth time, “I’ve told you about the women who worked at the San Francisco one; she said it was just elaborate costumes.”
“Shh,” I whispered, “She never explained how the costumes worked. And she was caught embezzling.”
“You just want it to be real because this cruise sucks otherwise.”
“Shhh.”
He was right about the cruise, even though he was probably just bitter that he got so seasick last night. It hadn’t been much of a cruise. The accommodations were bad motel-like, the food was terrible, and there wasn’t anything else to do but watch shows like this. It really was the show that was the whole reason for coming on this cruise. Still, I was feeling somewhat regretful that I had basically ruined my marriage for this.
Now my husband didn’t immediately leave me because I brought tickets to this cruise. It may not have been a factor at all in the divorce. Still, he was incredibly disgusted when I brought tickets for the both of us. Since he refused, I decided to bring my gay friend, Jonathan. Three months later, my husband filled for divorce. To put it lightly, it had been a melancholic cruise. Still, I felt I had done my mourning for my lost marriage and it was time to have some fun without him.
Jonathan and I were seated in a large theater with heavily sloped arena. There were little boxes with monitors in front of them, as well as drink holders. It was a little thing I had splurged for (well the whole thing was a splurge). We were high up, but I hoped the monitors would make up for that. The stage was completely covered from view by a large red curtain.
The theater darkened.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the announcer called over a loudspeaker, “Extramarinal Cruises presents: the Enkidians!”
The traditional red curtain lifted up, revealing a large glass plate, with a black foyer in front of it on the left side. Behind the plate glass was a stage, and on the stage were stairs, and those stairs lead to a great throne with rather cheesy marine embellishments, like this was a production of the Little Mermaid. Then, with pre-recorded regal music, the stars danced onto the stage. The aliens had arrived.
“They look like humans,” Jonathan whispered.
It’s true, they had the bodies of humans, though more graceful and lithe, like ballet dancers but with wide hips. However, their skin was a brilliant blue-green, and instead of normal heads and shoulders they looked more like crabs. No, crab isn’t the right animal, but I don’t know how to describe it. They wore no clothes, and instead of human genitalia, they had a slit and none of them had breast or nipples (I had read in the program that the Enkidians were hermaphrodites). I wanted to take a picture, but on entrance we had been stripped of everything that could take a picture, cell phones included. We weren’t even allowed paper and pencil.
The Enkidians started to dance around in a frenzied manner. They jumped around, reaching out their four fingered hands into the sky. A tinny tribal music played. It was exciting to me, but I could feel the boredom radiate off of Jonathan, who probably still believed they were in elaborate costumes.
To tell the truth, I wasn’t sure that they were really aliens. Universal Fruit, who ran Extramarinal Cruises, kept their secrecy so well it was easy to doubt that they had a secret. They claimed they found the Enkidians, as they named them, crash-landed in their private waters near their private land, and with an army of lawyers refused to give them up to any government or any other organization but theirs. Instead, they used them for tawdry cruises like this one, using international water for both legal reasons and for the health of the Enkidians. I knew in my heart it was wrong, but like bullfighting, you just had to see it for yourself.
With a regal trumpet, the dancing stopped, and the Enkidians fell to the ground. From the left came a large Enkidian, barrel-chested instead of lithe, with spiky shoulder plates and little silver ornaments on his antennae. He (there was no other pronoun for him) walked like an alpha male: chest out and with long strides.
“The King, the Ruler, the Head Honcho of the Enkidian…” the Announcer cried, “King Enki!”
The audiences clapped, though nervously. They knew from last night what sort of show it was, if they didn’t know when they signed up for the cruise.
The King paid no mind to the audience (he probably couldn’t hear through the glass) and just walked up the stairs pasts his prostrate people. He sat down on the throne, legs sprayed. Everyone could see the slit between his legs, and it was throbbing. This was why the cruise was adult-only, and couldn’t be anyway else. The Enkidians were too sexual, like the Bonobo, or perhaps, more like humans.
“I can’t believe you brought me here,” Jonathan whispered to me.
“They’re hermaphrodites,” I whispered back.
“I know,” he moaned.
The King gave a look, if such a thing can give a look, which seemed self-satisfied, and took his frog-like hand and started to rub his slit. His slit grew moist and glistened in the light. It might even have turned a little green if the monitor was right. The audience started to moan, and probably quite a few people started to masturbate. I know I was feeling tempted, but felt too self-conscious. It would have been better to come here with a lover, though I knew my ex-husband would have been a cold fish like always. I did start playing with my ear like I do when I’m turned on.
The King started to shake with passion, and he arched his back, thrusting his slit toward us. He placed a finger on both sides of his slit, and a green phallus popped out. It was huge, it was thick, and it was erect.
“Oh my god,” both Jonathan and I gasped.
“Yes,” replied the Announcer to some unasked question, “The Enkidians have the best of both, and none of them have the best like the King.”
I looked closer at the phallus on the monitor. Again in some respects it looked like a human’s, but again there were some differences. There were two ridges on it, like the alien had two heads, and there were little circular bumps all along the shaft.
“Subcutaneous implants,” Jonathan explained.
Thought Jonathan was pretending to be unfazed now, I could tell he was impressed and probably despite himself turned on. The alien had that body type he liked, and who wouldn’t be amazed at that phallus? Jonathan was rubbing his long legs excitedly.
The King rubbed his phallus briefly, and then pointed to one of his subjects. The subject, one that seemed particularly lithe and graceful, pranced over to him. The subject took something from a compartment in the throne, which was revealed to be a large cosmetics jar. The subject opened it, and spread the gooey lotion all over the powerful legs of the King, down to the King’s flipper-like feet. Jonathan looked longingly at those muscular thighs and strong calves and strangely elegant feet. The subject then rubbed the huge phallus of the King. Those four-fingered hands gently but firmly stroked up and down that long shaft. In my opinion the bumps were not simply implants. The Phallus seemed to grow even bigger.
“Wow,” murmured Jonathan.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, do you like what you see?” the Announcer asked, “Who wants to be a subject of the King?”
Many hands shot up, including from some of the few women in the audience. I didn’t dare raise my hand, though to my and probably his surprise, Jonathan slowly raised his hand while keeping his eyes on the monitor.
An usher started walking around the audience, looking for the right person.
“Probably going to choose a plant,” Jonathan said with some sadness. He did not put down his hand.
However, the usher pointed to Jonathan.
“You,” he said, “with the black curly hair. Come here.”
Jonathan looked up at the usher and pointed to himself in disbelief.
“Yes, you. If you don’t want to, I can pick someone else.”
“No!” said Jonathan, “No, I want to go.”
So Jonathan stood up, uneasily, since he was obviously trying to hide an erection.
He turned to me and said “I just have to see it up close and personal.”
The usher lead Jonathan down to the black box. The usher opened the door, and Jonathan entered.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, don’t be impatient!” the Announcer said, “This will only take a moment!”
It did only take a moment. A minute later, Jonathan emerged on the other side, naked as the day he was born. I gasped at the sight. Jonathan, naked? I had always had a little crush on the tall, skinny man, but I never expected I would see him in the altogether. Though skinny, he was rather wiry. He must have been working out. I took a look at the cock swinging half-erect between his hairy legs. It was pretty long! I thought he was circumcised but I was apparently wrong. Now that he was naked he didn’t seem self-conscious. He didn’t have that dorky nervousness but he walked like a man on a mission. I could tell I wasn’t the only one admiring him. Everyone was looking at my cute friend. A cruise employee in a plastic suit escorted him to the King.
“Don’t worry, folks,” the Announcer said, “Everything is perfectly safe. Read the program for more information.”
The subject moved out of the way and let Jonathan go to the King’s crotch. Jonathan put his head in and just let loose. He energetically bobbed up and down on that huge shaft. I don’t know how he deep-throated that thing, especially with those tricky bumps and that double head, but he did. The King threw his head back and made a sound that reverberated through the sound-proof glass. Here was Jonathan, who barely wanted to go on this cruise in the first place, giving first-class fellatio to an alien! Maybe thinking it was all fake helped him get the courage to do such a strange thing in the first place. Then again, it also seemed like he was in a trance. If he was in a trance, so was. My hand started to drift down my skirt, which I lifted up. I pleasured myself, not thinking about the fact I was in a public place.
The King, perhaps sensing he was getting too close, pushed Jonathan off his glisten cock. He pointed to his subject, and the subject embraced Jonathan. Jonathan kissed the subject’s neck and shoulder, though this apparently didn’t do much for the alien. The King nodded and made some gestures, and the subject led Jonathan down the stairs. I thought this meant Jonathan was leaving, but then the subject got down on its hands and knees and presented its slit to him. Jonathan seemed as confused as I was, but then he kneeled down behind the alien and grabbed its wide hips. He took one hand, and started to rub the slit moist. My slit was pretty moist too, and I wished that he would do that to me. Jonathan stroked his hard long cock a few times, and then gently penetrated the moist flesh of the alien.
Everyone gasped. I was amazed at what I was seeing: my friend was fucking an alien before me and an entire audience.
At first, he was gentle with the alien, taking long, slow strokes. He took each stroke at a time. He rubbed the alien’s feet and legs as he made love to it. After a while, though, he started to go faster and faster. He was getting rougher and rougher with the alien, pulling the slight alien on and off his hard cock. The alien’s eyes widened, and you could here the moan reverberate through the glass. The King was enjoying his subject’s pleasure, and was pleasuring himself to the sight. I was close to coming from watching all this.
Jonathan as he furiously fucked the alien was rubbing the alien’s dripping slit. Right in the middle of thrust, the alien’s phallus popped out. I could not take it anymore at that point. I had an intense orgasm right there with my hands in my panties. I could never believe I could do such a thing in public.
Tired but still aroused, I watched as Jonathan made his last hard but slow thrusts, shook, and came inside the alien. He stood still for a moment, before sliding his long dripping cock out of that slit.
The Announcer said, “Thank you for your participation, brave volunteer…Wait, what’s this?”
As the Announcer spoke, the King started to shake. He grabbed his huge phallus as it started to spray a thick white substance everywhere. If it was cum it was more cum than any man could ever produce. I heard some orgasms in the audience in reaction to this explosive orgasm before us.
“Well,” said the Announcer, “That’s why they call him the King.”
After the show, I talked with Jonathan about his experience. He said while he wasn’t sure they were extraterrestrial, he wasn’t sure they were human either. The orifice of that alien wasn't like any he'd experienced, male or female. He thought maybe they were an undiscovered earth species. They seemed to have some sort of telepathy, since he felt like they communicated, or perhaps even controlled him, without words. He also said they smelled like brine.
That night, I found some guy and had sex with him. If it weren’t for the show and my pent-up energy, I wouldn’t have gone with a guy like him, but I did, and it felt good.
The next morning I disembarked back in Baltimore. I knew I would have to go on the cruise again. Maybe next time I could volunteer.