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Zak, an alien from the planet Trimmeron, is a member of a race of beings who transform into other species during their years of puberty. It’s customary for the youngsters to be fostered to the worlds native to their new forms, to study and learn about the races who will play an important part in their lives.
When Zak turns into a human, it comes as a surprise to everyone, for only one other before him has ever done so. Nevertheless he is sent to Earth, a world he views as primitive and barbaric. He arrives with a chip on his shoulder and attitude to spare. He does not believe that anyone on Earth could have anything to teach him.
When Zak meets college student Sam he soon discovers he has a lot to learn, not only about humans, but also about himself.
Trapped on an unfamiliar world and in a strange body that seems to have a mind of its own, Zak has no idea what is happening to him—only that Sam seems to be the key to the strange afflictions he is suffering from.
But can an alien find love with a human being?
Zak practically ran from the office, the swelling in his trousers even more painful than it had been before he’d gone into the room.
He dug the map of the college out of his backpack and looked for the showers. He knew they were there somewhere.
“Where are you?” he muttered to himself as he searched the map, finally locating them on the ground floor near the sports complex. “Yes!”
He hurried down the corridor and raced down the stairs. Most of the students from the last sports class were getting changed back into their clothes. A few still lingered in the showers, washing off the grime and sweat of their lesson. Zak stripped off his clothes and hopped into the showers, determined to get rid of this problem once and for all.
Out of the corner of his eye Zak could see a few of the other young men looking in his direction. He ignored them and leant forward, bracing one hand against the wet tiles. He gripped his penis with his other hand and stroked up and down the length in the same way that the man on the computer screen had done. It was too dry so Zak reached across and turned on the shower. The water made it a little smoother going, but he wasn’t entirely sure he was doing it properly.
Zak tried to recall what he had seen on the monitor and remembered that one of the images was of a man using both hands, one to touch his length and the other to cup his testicles. Since he needed one hand to brace himself against the wall, he let go of his dick and directed his attention towards his balls, squeezing them and learning to his surprise that it felt pretty good.
He shivered as he found a particularly sensitive spot. Damn, this human body was like nothing he had ever had before. It was so responsive to his touch. Why hadn’t he tried a little exploration before now?
Of course the answer was simple—until now he had not been interested in the body he was stuck in. It had been merely a vessel and something he had to endure.
Now he saw things differently. He needed to touch every single spot and discover all of its secrets.
Suddenly the image popped into his head of Sam being the one doing the touching. Sam’s fingers ghosting over his cock and touching him intimately. Sam stroking his back and arse and all those places Zak couldn’t quite get to. Were there any more spots just out of his reach that he and Sam could discover together?
He returned his attention back to his erection, stroking the length more rapidly as he strained to reach some pinnacle he didn’t completely understand. He felt out of control, his body no longer entirely his own.
“Sam,” he groaned as he touched himself. “Oh, God, Sam!”
His legs buckled and he braced himself to stop from falling to the ground. His vision blurred as he lost what little control he had left and semen shot from the end of his penis, hitting the tiles opposite him.
When he had recovered himself a little, Zak became aware of the sound of clapping and laughter behind him. He turned to see a crowd of students in various stages of undress watching him with wide eyes and open mouths. He had a feeling he had done something wrong again, even though all he’d done was follow Darren’s advice.