Corporate Behind the Scenes

You guys are all hitting on the core question that is central to ALL the films including Prometheus, which is: How did the company know of the existence of the xenomorph? That is the single most important question that Scott has to answer, and if he doesn't the entire franchise falls apart. It is obvious from the Special Order that the company KNEW the creature was on LV-426, and they knew what the creature could do. Scott must make that bridge or connection from Promethus to Alien. My theory from the beginning of Alien: The Company selects what basically amounts to 6 misfits to run the Nostromo, a commercial vessel that as Parker says this is not in his line of work. Look at your 6 crew members. A captain who is very weak and just wants to go home, he has his moments of authority but really is not strong. A first officer who is to eager to do everything, it is suggested in Aliens from his record that he was a drug user. He leaps without thinking. A navigator who is useless, I love Lambert, but she is useless. Then two misfit engineers. one of which over reacts and is very impulsive and the other who is a couple of IQ points shy of Jonsey. Then you have the only stable crew member who can think clearly..Ripley. Add to that a robot with his own agenda and the company has what it needs to pull this off. Think about it, individually they are a mess...put them together and its a disaster. I honestly do not believe there ever was a signal from the ship. I believe that from Prometheus the company will find out about the creature. Then the derlict is found on LV-426, the same looking derlict from the trailer. Mother fakes a radio signal to the crew, wakes them up and they go investigate. Interesting how after Ripley discovers that it could be a warning, we never hear of the radio signal again. While on the surface of LV-426, Ash does his calculations, all of that data is transmitted back to earth. The company sets up the false colony on Hadley's Hope for a breeding ground for the xenomorphs and you have Aliens. What no one ever brought up was, how far away was the colony from the derlict? How far away was the "outer ring" as the employee said. We all assumed that the ship was destroyed with the colony, but as Bishop said the blast radius of 30 miles may not have been enough to destroy the derlict. Anyway the company knew all along what was going on, Scott needs to let us know, how the company knew it.

well i think the signal was sent by the remaining survivour of prometheus that could be david or shaw before they are destroyed in a chest bursting sequence inside the jockey suit or possibly the blue guy we assume is the engineer/or affected crew member.

Ok....there's so much to address here, it's hard to know where to start so I think I'll come at it sideways and hope it sticks.... We're reading way too far into all of this...there's nothing wrong with exercising a little imagination, but we're allowing it to run away with us here.... Snorky asked a question that I think answers, in itself, the conspiratorial mess we're all so curious about....and to your original idea @Rick, I'm sorry, but I can't buy it because it's way too involved and it creates far too many holes to fill itsel;f....back to Snorky; here's what he or she posted: "That is the question that needs answering for me, who or what is not allowing WY to directly acquire xenomorph specimens in a controlled fashion, and more importantly why the prohibition?" Now I'll answer Snorky's question with Rick's own words: "There is no way you can go in front of the Interstellar Commerce Commission and your Insurance company in Aliens and say yeah we sent them there to get a specimen and we sent an Android in to protect it. Man the ramifications would be endless." This is all a bit simpler than we're making it out to be. 1 - The Interstellar Commerce Commission's rules and regulations would force the company to approach aquiring any thing like the xeno in a less than straight forward manner. Its Customs regulations would prohibit the trafficing of a hostile organism like that. Having the tug Nostromo investigate rather than an R&D vessel would allow them the chance to "bring back lifeform", as the order suggests, under the radar; smuggled by Ash. Sending an R&D vessel complicates things for the Company with the ICC. Besides, the Nostromo is on its return journey to Earth. Why send a ghost vessel to go all the way out and back with the Nostromo or have it wait for them there at Zeta II Reticuli? They could just land and investigate themselves anyway. And what about the Nostromo is cheap or expendable? That massive vessel, plus the 20,000,000 tons of payload that could be lost? 2 - Whatever happens in 'Prometheus', the Company knows something is out there. Whatever that something is, they're not exactly sure where it is or they would have sent another ship to investigate in the years between 'Prometheus' and 'Alien'. 10 months from Zeta II Reticuli to Earth is a short enough period to warrant something happening between films IF THEY KNEW the exact location....it follows that they don't know an exact location, but it's possible they know a general location or quadrant of space in which the events of 'Prometheus' take place. 3 - Why insert the corporate spy Ash at the last second?....very curious....In 'Aliens', Burke states that "we always have a synthetic on board". It's possible that the insertion of Ash is a covert, company wide roll out of this policy and without the knowledge of its crews; synthetics on every ship to protect company interests, whatever they may be. Also, having a general knowledge of where to look would justify the placement of Ash with the understanding that were any contact made with a '"signal" or evidence of an exact location, Ash would be in a position to act. This also suggests that the clause in the contract, forcing them to investigate "any signals of possible intelligent origin", exists with the Company's assumption that they will eventually be in a position to "hear or pick up" something, a signal...anything at all. 4 - If they did know exactly where to look, then the colonists of Hadley's Hope would have been sent to investigate a Hell of a lot sooner than 30 years in a terraforming project. And if they knew exactly where to look, it certainly doesn't make sense that it would have happened right after Ripley's discovered, right after she gives her depostion and is swept under the rug. It follows that Burke is aware of the corporate secret of "Special Order 937", and now that he knows exactly where to look, thanks to Ripley, he has the colonists look at that particular grid referrence, because he sees $ signs. And also, why would they set up a colony, that massive atmospheric processor and the whole rest of the place just to have it be a rat maze for the infestation of xenos? It's illogical and financially irresponsible. Besides, Burke freaks out when they suggest nuking the site, and not just because of the "new species", but because of the "substantial dollar value" of that piece of machinery; which is the first point he leads with in his objection. 5 - Bishop as spy doesn't track either. If it did, he never would have come back for Ripley and the rest of them once he had the drop ship. He has in his memory, plenty of information about what happened and what he examined in the lab; and knowing that the place is going to blow, there's no reason to go back for anyone, especially the one person in the universe Hell bent on wiping out the xenos that has the balls to stand up to the Company. As to the time alotment he gives himself to bring down the drop ship...Let's see you crawl 140 yards in a pipe that size in under an hour....the 5 minutes to link up?....It's called movie magic or in this case, elapsed time? the 2.5 hours as whole only happens in less than half an hour screen time. It's a pointless nit-pick to suggest he's shaving time on his estimation for sinister reasons. And outside of all of that...with everything he does and everything he says, betrayal is totally out of character for Bishop in this film and would be the greatest covert portrayal in cinema, if it were true. 6 - The marines are not Company agents themselves. They're there as a response by ICC to the loss of communication with the colony having occured chronologically with Ripley's rescue and warning about the xeno. Let's not forget, her deposition is not solely in front of Company suits...you have Company suits, of course, but also ICC agents, insurance reps. and reps. from the Colonial Administration. In light of the timing, they sent marines in to check it out. The Company would be beyond stupid to send a second vessel behind the Sulaco, a government vessel on joint goverment/company/ICC mission. ------------ At the end of the day, if the Company knew exactly where to look, all of the details you refer to, then 'Alien' and, to a much greater extent, 'Aliens' would be so full of plot holes that I think it would be depressingly diffuclt to salvage either in any respectable, reasonable way. All suspension of disbelief in terms plot viability is gone...they would both come off as ridiculous stories.

Also....with such an involved comapny conspiracy...as you've laid out here...why would they ever invite Ripley to come along? That makes absolutely no sense....AT ALL.

@ craigamore - as usual everything that you say makes sense bar one thing, didn't Burke say that Weyland-Yutani had 'influence' throughout the 'board' such as seats on the ICC, funding the USCMC, co-funding the ESCA and their 'shake and bake' colonies across 300 surveyed worlds with their own manufactured atmosphere processors. Surely they have done this, not only for the power and influence it allows, but also to allow unseen passage of any required specimens they manage to obtain. I find it difficult to believe that WY would be part of the mechanism that prevents them from attaining their goal. P.S. I is a he my friend

True Snorky....but even with that influence, I get the sense that there's still enough governmental control in place to prevent trafficing of something like that easy....either way, some official customs barrier has to be in place for these plot points to make sense....you know?

And thanks Snorky...glad to know I make sense to someone other than myself....

Craig, I think we'll have to agree to disagree on this one. You did bring up some good points though. I think the company would micromanage this from the top down and would be that deeply involved. I've had a little bit of time to mull over some information. 1. Communication: Takes 2 wks. (1wk to and 1 wk back LV-426 to Earth Round trip 57 years post Alien) 2. Ash replaced 4 days prior to Nostromo leaving Thedus 3. Since the xeno smoked the crew in 24hrs. (per Ripley in Aliens) 4. SO 937 had to have been a. already in place based on significant knowledge from prometheus and about the xeno b. tailing ship to give Ash orders (why else collate with MUTHUR?) Number 4 pretty much clinches this for me. The company knew from beginning to end. If the Special Order was already there then the company had to have known about the alien and what was aboard the derelict and thus needs to be hands on. If the SO came in during Ash's study and transmission of information to Network (or Corp) then there would be no way for Ash to receive information since everything on the Nostromo took place inside 24hours if there wasn't a ship tailing to transmit orders back to him from someone that was in charge. Its one or the other, but the bottom line is they knew and were hands on. On the conspiracy and corp knowledge would tie all the alien franchise together which is what I thought Ridley was planning on doing with the prequel. The corporation is the only common element that will be present through all of the movies. Ripley isn't born yet, xeno's aren't present in prometheus (not as we know them anyways), Droids ARE present that could be a tie into Bladerunner since I recall someone saying Ridley wants to tie those universes together. Could be xeno DNA that helps reprogram the age barrier with the replicants. (That's just a possible theory, not real conjecture). Anyways just some half inebriated thinking outloud. Regards, Rick

Hi.... My name's Caleb and I'm a fifteen-year-old boy.... I guess you could say I'm you're typical teenage guy...I tend to think about three things: food, sleep, and sex, and not always in that order.... I lead a fairly average life in American Suburbia.... My parents are pretty well-off, and even after my mom died when I was little my dad has still been able to make ends meet, with a lot left over to make life more enjoyable. I have three brothers.... James is the oldest.... He's 17 and will be a junior in high school this year.... He plays soccer and lacrosse and is pretty good at both.... He's about 5'11'' and 135lbs or so with curly brown hair that he wears slightly long- just enough that he has to brush it back from his face every now and again- and blue eyes. He's pretty thin since he does so much running, but he's also lithe and toned.... He's a good older brother I guess. Next is my favorite.... My twin Kyle and I are almost inseparable.... I mean, come on, we are twins and all.... Apparently even when we were sperm and egg we had to stick together, and we've been together ever since.... He's my best friend and my brother all at the same time.... Like me he's about 5'8'' and 120 lbs or so with dark blonde hair that he keeps relatively short and green eyes.... We both have long eyelashes and toned, lean, smooth, and almost completely hairless bodies.... We're big in to swimming and soccer, and we do both as much as possible. Last is my little brother Justin.... He's thirteen and is in 7th grade this year.... He's pretty good sized for his age, standing about 5'5'' and about 110 lbs.... He takes after my dad the most, with brown hair that he wears spiked and Dad's gray eyes.... He's not bad as far as little brothers go.... He's in to swimming too, so he hangs around us a lot at practice.... He also does baseball, which none of the rest of us do, and he's a good student.... He doesn't whine too much, and he's not too bad to hang out with when we HAVE to. Well, now that you at least have a fuzzy picture of us, let me start with the real story.... It all began when my dad told us he was going out of town for a week on business.... He works for a pretty big-name law firm that handles a lot of corporate litigation and shit.... Usually it meant a lot of conference calls, late nights in the office, and a few weekend trips here or there.... These weren't a big deal, and usually my aunt (my dad's unwed sister) would come and watch us.... This time, however, some big client needed him to fly out of the country to help put together some sort of deal.... I'm a little vague on the details, but hey, I'm only fifteen.... I don't have to worry about shit like that. We were sitting around the dinner table on Wednesday night when it all came out. "Well boys, it looks like I'll be off again this weekend.... The Firm needs me to fly out of town for a while; probably for the better part of a week.... Do you think you guys can handle it?" Dad asked. "Sure," James replied.... "Where you going, pops?" "Bob said something about London, but with him you never can be sure, " Dad replied with a wink.... "He's not too good with that whole geography thing.... You give him a piece of paper with numbers and stuff on it...he's your man.... You give him a map...and you take your own life in your hands." We all had a good laugh at this.... Bob was something of a byword around the family and the office.... During the last company picnic the partners rented vans for a trip up into the mountains.... Bob was supposed to drive the lead car in the caravan and, instead of arriving at our destination 30 minutes later, we ended up lost in the forest.... It wasn't a good trip. "Sounds cool," Kyle and I said at the same time.... We stopped to look at each other and Kyle just rolled his eyes and gestured for me to continue.... We do that a lot. "Is Aunt Catherine coming to stay with us?" "I put in a call to her this afternoon, but I haven't been able to get a hold of her," Dad replied. "I don't want Aunt Catherine to stay," mumbled Justin.... "She always makes crappy meals and watches soap operas all day.... AND she doesn't even let me play video games." "Well, I don't know about the crappy meals and soap operas parts, but the no video games sounds good to me, " Dad smiled.... "I know she can be a little rough on you guys, but she's really not that bad." The four of us exchanged glances.... I just put another piece of pizza in my mouth and chewed thoughtfully, waiting for what was coming next.... Kyle pushed a wayward olive around his plate with his finger and tried to look innocent.... Justin excused himself to grab another soda.... We were waiting for James. ... Ever so casually, James picked up the salad tongs and dipped them into the salad bowl.... "You know, Dad," he began, scooping up some salad and depositing it on our father's plate, "We could just stay home alone.... I am 17 now.... I have my license and the twins can help me manage everything around the house. I think it would be good for me, for us, to have some more responsibilities." Justin returned with his new soda, hearing the gist of what James had said.... I looked across the table to find Kyle's eyes exactly as his rose to seek mine.... We all looked at my father. "Hmmm," he said, chewing his salad carefully.... "I don't know about that, James.... I know you're old enough, but I wouldn't want to worry about the four of you being here without some adult supervision.... If anything were to happen..." "It won't," James interrupted.... " And besides, even if it does, we can call Aunt Catherine to wake her up at her apartment as easily as we can to wake her up off the couch.... And don't forget the neighbors.... Mr. and Mrs. Walker are always around, and I'm sure they'd be willing to help if we need it.... Plus, I'm sure Johnny's parents wouldn't mind checking in with you every once in a while if you asked." Johnny Spencer was James' best friend.... His parents were really nice and had looked after all of us when Dad was dealing with Mom's death. Dad speared a tomato, brought it to his mouth and, after chewing a while, replied, "That's as may be, but it doesn't change the fact that you boys would be here by yourselves. I know you can probably manage the household and whatnot, but what about sports practices? What about homework? Groceries? Laundry? Cleaning? It's a lot to manage on your own." "We're not by ourselves.... There are four of us, Dad, and we're more than old enough to stay home alone. What I can't do by myself in getting the twins and Justin to practices we can figure out with teammates. It's no big deal." James put both hands on the table and leaned slightly forward towards my father. "I think it's time you began to trust us a little bit.... You keep saying you wish we would grow up some and help you out more.... Well, this is a perfect opportunity.... We're trying to grow up, and we're trying to help you out, but you have to let us!" I couldn't believe my brother was laying it on so thick.... I thought he was doing a pretty sick job.... We had called a Bro Meeting before dinner to talk about the possibility of Dad going out of town and how to handle it, but James was really going for broke.... Kyle's mouth hung slightly open, so I kicked him under the table.... He shot me a look that I promptly ignored. "Well Dad, what do you think?" asked Justin.... "Can we stay home alone?" Dad just looked at us all. "You're right, James," he said slowly.... "I have asked you all to grow up and help out more...and this is a good opportunity for you boys to show me that I can trust you."... He picked his napkin off his lap to wipe his mouth and placed it on the table.... "But I want you to understand something." He stopped and looked around the table, gathering four sets of eyes to his. "I'm trusting you with the well-being of this house and of each other.... Be safe, make good choices, and above all take care of each other.... I don't want to come home to broken bones and a house that looks like it's been through some sort of natural disaster.... You need to make sure you take care of your work in school and on the fields or in the pool. No wild parties and no craziness. Is that understood?" He waited as we each nodded solemnly in turn.... I could barely contain myself.... I looked across at Kyle to see him shoot a grin at me.... He had mischief in his eyes.... I could hardly wait to find out what he had planned. Satisfied, Dad continued.... "Very well then.... I'll call your Aunt and let her know the deal.... Now, Justin, you and I have dishes tonight.... Caleb and Kyle please clear the table.... James, grab a washcloth.... Tonight's a school night, so I want you boys upstairs and doing your homework as soon as we've cleaned up." -- ~ -- Later that night I lay in my bed thinking about all the delicious possibilities.... A whole week with just us boys.... No Dad around.... No Aunt around.... Almost no supervision whatsoever. This was the first time I could remember when we had a modicum of freedom. Oh, don't get me wrong- my Dad did a great job respecting boundaries and all that shit. But there's always that desire to be on your own, to do things your own wayÉand sometimes, the desire to just break the rules. I heard a soft sound across the room as my brother shifted in his bed. We had a pretty sweet room, all things considered. It was more like a two-room suite than a bedroom. You see, up until my mom died the plan was for Kyle and me to have separate rooms that shared a bathroom. In the weeks and months after she died, though, Kyle and I became even more inseparable than we already were. I guess you could say that after the trauma and tragedy that we felt, we found comfort in being together. After about the fourth morning in a row finding Kyle in my bed or me in Kyle's bed, it just became normal that we slept in the same room. My Dad insisted that we at least have separate beds, and we did (enormous queen sized ones), but whether we actually slept in them, wellÉwhat he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Consolidating bedrooms allowed us to turn the extra room into a playroom. When we were younger it was a great place to hang out, have some fun, run around, and generally be loud. Now that we were older, it was definitely more of a place where we could chill, play music or video games, and have friends over. It was our crash pad and the teenage boy equivalent of a man cave all at the same time. Kyle rustled his sheets again as he shifted. "You still awake?" he whispered. "Yeah," "What are you thinking about?" "What do you think, dumbass?" "I can only guess.... Why don't you get your ass over here so we can talk about it." I climbed out of my bed and padded across the room.... Moonlight coming through the window shone on Kyle's bed, highlighting his tousled hair, grinning face, and bare, smooth upper torso as he sat up watching me. Kyle and I always slept in nothing but our boxers and sometimes ankle socks.... T-shirts and pajamas or shorts just get in the way of more important things. Lifting up the side of the covers nearest me, I climbed into my brother's bed. He shifted slightly to give me some room on his pillow. I put my head next to his and lay on my back, left arm tucked beneath my head- my right side shoulder and hip close enough to feel the heat coming off his body. "Now, what were you thinking about?" he asked, after I had finished settling in. "I was thinking about all the fun we can have when Dad is gone," I said. "What kind of fun were you thinking about?" "I think you know." I looked over to see him grin in the moonlight like a Cheshire cat and his eyes twinkled.... He chuckled low in his throat, and I felt him shift himself slightly, pressing his left leg against me and brushing his foot against mine. I gently pressed back and playfully draped my right leg over his left, our feet engaging in a languid and lazy dance under the covers. "It's pretty awesome that Dad's leaving us alone. I almost can't believe he went for it," I said. "Yeah, but I meanÉhe almost had no choice. James did a great job of putting everything out there. And besides, it's totally true. We should be on our own." I idly scratched my nose with my left finger and pursed my lips. "Well yeah, I guess. I mean, I don't know. I just thought he'd put up more of a fight or something. Especially with Justin only being 13, and us having to work on carpools and homework and food andÉshit. It's going to be a lot of work." Kyle's foot pushed back hard against mine. "Stop that!" he said, "It's going to be great. Knowing him, James will have a plan for everybody by tomorrow morning, all color coded and shit, and he'll put it on the refrigerator or something." I smiled at the thought. "Yeah, and he'll make us fucking memorize it, quiz us on it, put it in our phones, and carry copies in our backpacks too I bet." "Dude, totally!" Our footsy relapsed to gentle stroking. I sighed contentedly. "Mostly, I'm looking forward to a little fun time with the bros. You know, hanging out together and whatnot. It's going to be awesome. We can stay up as late as we want, sleep in if we want on the weekend, we don't have to do the dishes, or clean our rooms, or shower, or do laundry, orÉfuck that. We don't even need to wear clothes if we don't want to! We can have friends overÉ" Kyle elbowed me in the side. "Éouch! The fuck, dude? I'm not talking about a party. Just a couple of friends. Or we can just keep it to us bros." A thought suddenly occurred to me, one that had been floating around the back of my mind for a couple of days, but just now took shape. "Do you thinkÉno." "What?" "Nothing." "No- come on." "Really- it's nothing." Kyle stopped rubbing his foot against mine and rolled on to his side, facing me. He held his head propped up and tilted on his left hand and draped his right out over the covers. The moonlight made a ridge of silver down his side. Even without flexing I could make out the shape of his triceps, the dip and then bulge of his bicep, and furrows of his forearm. Fuck he was beautiful. "Out with it." "WellÉ" still I hesitated. This would be weird. Cool- definitely- but weird. "Do you thinkÉthat maybeÉwe might have some Fun with them? With James?" In the dark I could barely see his forehead crinkle as he realized what I meant. I stressed the capital "F," and he heard it loud and clear. He lay back down and grunted. "Huh..." "Fun" is what we calledÉwell, I guess you could say what we called what started to happen when Kyle and I were around 10 or so. With all the time we spent around each other, sharing a bedroom and bathroom, and quite often our beds and showers, we constantly saw each other naked. Around that age, we started to get interested in what kept happening to our dicks every time we were naked around each other. They would get hard. REALLY hard. Erections were a pretty big deal at that age, and we were definitely curious. When you combined that with almost always sleeping in the same bed and often bathing and showering together, being fascinated that we looked exactly the same, and the fact that we were constantly touching each other, wellÉwe started to have Fun. At first it was just rubbing. That felt good, especially when we started producing jizz when we were 11 or so. We would rub each other to climax and then play with the sticky fluid, often using it to arouse ourselves again and lubricate another session. The next step was pretty natural I guess. With all that cum floating around, some of it was bound to end up in a mouth. I was the first to discover that, not only was our cum extremely slick and a great lubricant, but its smell was intoxicating too. Naturally this made me get off on smelling it. Once, when I bent down to sniff a particularly pungent puddle of it after a marathon session, I don't know what came over me. I flicked out my tongue and lapped some into my mouth. Its taste was creamy, slightly slimy, but a wondrous mixture of salty and tangy, with just a hint of boyish sweetness. I was hooked. Immediately, I shared my discovery with Kyle, and we both became avid cum eaters afterwards. It became an even contest to decide whether we would use the loads we shot after jacking each other off as lube for our next session or just eat them. Eventually we realized that you didn't need to jack off first to get the cum. It was often easier, and a lot more fun, to do it "hands free" instead. I mean, if the ultimate goal was to get cum in our mouths and down our throats, why not just suck the dick? Once we combined that with the fact that we both had mouths and both had cocks, and we could suck each other at the same time, 69ing became our preferred method of jizz consumption. This, in turn, led to the final consummation of our relationship and the ultimate level of Fun: Fucking. As my father would often say, "Idle hands are the devil's playthings." Well, I don't really know about the devil part, but they definitely became our playthings. We used them to caress and explore each other's bodies while our dicks were buried down each other's throats and our noses were buried in each other's just-manifesting, wispy blonde pubes. It was only a matter of time I guess, before one day Kyle's finger found my ass and starting probing. It was immediately apparent that, once his finger went knuckle deep and started pressing something deep inside me, I went crazy. Simply crazy. My dick was twitching all over the place, and my precum started literally gushing into his mouth. He withdrew his finger from my ass and his cock from my mouth so we could talk about it. Well, if his finger was good, we thought, his dick would be better, right? Turns out that my tight preteen ass drove him as crazy as his cock punishing what we later determined (after some steamy internet searches) was my prostate drove me. After our first explosive session, and the fulfilling sense I got when he blew his load in my ass and I nearly passed out as I shot mine across the room, I told him he had to try it, and we flipped positions. I fucked him while his warm load trickled out of my boyhole and he was delirious with pleasure, mumbling how much he loved me and begging me to pound him harder. It was magical. And the rest is history. Soon we came to term any and all of these sorts of things- rubbing, sucking, fucking, as simply "Fun," and we used that as our code word. I could hear him breathing next to me. Eventually he started rubbing his foot against mine again, and he reached down under the covers to lightly run his finger up my thigh draped over his leg. "Why James?" he asked. "Huh?" "Why James. What made you think about that? I know why we started having Fun," his hand stroking my thigh slid to cup my junk before moving back to just my leg, "HehÉI can feel why, tooÉbut why James? You've never said anything about it before." My dick was already chubbed from the footsy and thigh action, and it twitched when my brother groped me. I smiled as I thought about his matching dick. I loved his dick- I'm not afraid to say so. I mean, think about it. I love my own dick- it's a little over 7 inches and cut, with no awkward angles or anything- just that beautiful, natural curve. When I'm really hard and pull my dick out from my body, it will thwack back to hit my stomach. Most importantly, the head is in proportion to the rest of the shaft. It may sound picky and OCD, but when I watch porn or perve on other dudes in my gym class, nothing disgusts me more than a cock obviously out of proportion: either with a teeny head (or none at all- I HATE those uncircumcised ant eaters) or with a giant fucking dome on top. Ew. Since Kyle's dick is exactly like my dick, I love his dick too. But enough about our dicks. I thought about my brother James. He had been entering my thoughts a lot more recently, and not in a pure brotherly-love way. I'd idly fantasized about him when I was younger, a couple years ago probably. When I was about Justin's age and he was about our age now. But I never did anything about it aside from jack off a couple times. More recently, though, the fantasies were anything but idle. Let's be honest- the dude is attractive and a catch no matter how you look at it. Aside from his outward good looks (a family trait), he's also one smart fuck, pretty funny, and is always confident. I love that. However, I must confess I learned something new about my brother recently that kicked my adolescent hormones and imagination into overdrive. James is a stud. A fucking hung stud. Yup- probably 8.5 inches. This isn't a porno guys- he doesn't have a 12 inch dick the size of a 40oz malt liquor bottle. But he does have one fucking beautiful tool. And I saw it last week. Here's the scene. I'm sitting in our room on my bed playing a game on my iPhone. My smokin' hot older brother walks in wearing just mesh shorts with the rim of his briefs showing and footie socks. Nothing else except a sheen of sweat and a wave of musk that follows him into the room. He smells like boy sweat and grass- obviously just back from soccer practice. He asks me if he can use our shower. He has to ask three times because I'm staring at his 6 pack, flat pecs, and tapered waist. There's a laser beam from my eyes boring into his belly button. Flummoxed, I stutter out something that he takes to mean, "Sure dude. Go ahead." 25 minutes later, Stud Brother comes out with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. It dips suggestively in all the right places, but doesn't grant me full access. As he walks through our room to exit, one of his socks falls out of the bundle of dirty clothes he's holding in his hands. He stops and bends down to pick it up. His towel, loose to begin with, is undone with his extra motion. It slips to the floor. Lights. Music. Angels sing. I get a glimpse of heaven in the form of my older brother's beautiful cock, surprisingly fleshed-out and, more surprisingly, I see a clear drop of fluid spill out of the tip. Fuck me. "Oh shit!" he shouts, and grabs for his towel while also reaching for his socks and trying to hold on to the rest of his clothes. But it's to no avail. Everything falls to the ground and he stands naked before me. It only lasts about 20 seconds total before he's scooped everything up. What surprises me most is the way he casually gathers his things. "Sorry about that, bro. Towel just slipped off there for a sec. Thanks for the shower!" He stands there calmly returning my gaze, oozing confidence, totally oblivious that I'm about to cream myself after his exhibition, before he leaves the room with a little wave and a half-smile. Or was he? Was he totally oblivious? My mind runs wild. My imagination WANTS to believe it might not have been an accident. I get up and go into the bathroom to inspect a suspicion. Looking into the huge shower that I share with Kyle (with dual heads and a bench to sit if you want), I can smell that James used my shampoo and body wash. I climb into the shower and look towards the drain. I remember that one clear drop spilling from the tip of my brother's cock. I remember that sometimes after I blow a load, my dick will leak juice for a while afterward. I bend closer to inspect the drain. Sure enough, there's a viscous white fluid on it. I gather some and bring it to my nose. It smells right. I stick my finger in my mouth and close my eyes, savoring the flavor. It tastes right. Fresh spunk. My brother dropped a load in our shower. Fuck me twice and piss all over me, but that was the hottest thing I'd seen in a while. Instinctively, I ripped down my cargo shorts and pulled my polo shirt off. Tossing my shorts and shirt on the rug (no boxers or socks for me), I knelt down on the still-warm tiles of the shower. I scooped up what was left of my brother's load and coated my throbbing dick with his juice. Frantically I jerked the shit out of my cock, running my hand up and down the length of my hilt so fast it was a blur. The middle finger of my other hand teased my boyhole. It only took about 90 seconds before I shot my own load all over the shower floor. Fuck me three times and cream my face and up my ass. I just tasted my older brother's cum and jerked off using it as lube. Couple that with the scene that played out in our bedroom earlier, and you can see why my imagination was going. It was one thing to eat his cum cold off my shower floor and see him in all his glory from afar. But what if I could draw the cum out of him hot and fresh? What if I could suck his cock, massage his muscles, grab his ass and finger him while I blew him? What if I could wrap my arms around him and hold on for dear life while he fucked me? I shared the story with Kyle, including my cum-eating and masturbation session in our shower. "That's why James," I finished. "Because he's hot and hung as fuck, and I can't stop thinking about whether he was kind ofÉI don't know. Teasing me, or inviting me, orÉI guess you could say seducing meÉor something. "And I can still taste his cum," I finished, in a whisper. Kyle was silent for a long time. As I was telling the story of my encounter with James, his footsy had become more and more insistent. When I reached the part about tasting James' cum from our shower and spreading his spunk all over my dick as lube, Kyle let out an involuntary moan and gave up stroking my thigh. Instead, he snaked his right hand through the front of my boxers to grab my semi-hard cock. "Fuck, bro. You have me leaking just thinking about it!" he whispered. Looking over at the covers on his side of the bed, I could make out a massive tent around his midriff, where his 7+ inch twin dick was tenting the sheets. "I know, right? Imagine what I felt going through that. So you can see where I'm cumming from, right? No pun intended," I quickly added, although the thought was arousing- especially coupled with Kyle's expert but lazy manipulation of my cock. Kyle didn't answer right away. Instead, he just kept moving his hand leisurely up and down on my dick, paying a little extra attention to the base of the head just beneath the tip. Every time his hand reached the top, he'd give it a little swirl, twirling his fingers around my cockhead and brushing his rough palm over my slit. He knew it drove me wild. I knew it would only get better- especially once I really started leaking precum and slicked things up a bit. "Caleb, manÉ" he began, then stopped. He gave me three dick-head swirls in a row, and I gasped with the intense pleasure of the moment before he switched back to the standard jacking motion. "That's some hot shit, and you're sick as fuck for thinking about it, but God help me. With the Bro time we have going on this week, and Dad out of town, and no adults around at all, and all rules up for grabsÉ" Five dick swirls in a row. Holy shit- my twin really knows how to work my cock. I was thrusting my dick into his hand by the end of it, precum by this time coursing down my shaft and dripping over his fingers. "I say we do everything we can to get James to Play,' he said. "I'm a little jealous that you're thinking about him, and a little pissed that you got to see him naked and eat his cum instead of me, but I'm totally game to try and bed him. We'd make a hot threesome." Another five dick swirls. Fuck! A loud groan escaped me after number 3 and lasted all the way through number five. It wasn't fair that Kyle was the only one playing with a cock, so I snaked my left hand under the covers and advanced it toward the mound in the sheets I knew was caused by his dick. Feeling the thin fabric of his boxers, and the giant wet spot where his cockhead was sheathed in the cotton, I smiled to myself in the dark. One of things I'm most proud about, in addition to the fact that we're two pretty hot guys with great bodies and awesome cocks, is the fact that we each fucking pump out the precum when we engage in foreplay or get excited. It turns me on hard whenever I reach for Kyle's dick and it's already rigid and wet, waiting for me. My fingers deftly reached through the flyhole in his breafs and brushed the head of his dick. It twitched in response, and I heard him draw a sharp breath. Well, turn and turn about is fair play, I thought. I gave him a couple of jacks up and down to spread his precum, and then I gave the bastard a taste of his own medicine. 7 dick head swirls with no warning and no warm up. It was a cruel thing to do, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Take that bitch! After three he was moaning. 5 had his head arched back, his hips off the bed thrusting his twin cock into my hand. After seven, his eyes were squeezed shut and his breath was coming out in labored pants. "Fuck dude!" he whispered. "You always fucking one-up me!" "Well, it's no fair for you to have all the fun," I said, smiling. "Fuck that!" And just like that, Kyle threw back the covers, exposing my bare torso and boxer-clad cock. The massive wet patch that I could make out in the moonlight must have been about three times the size of the one I could feel in his briefs as I continued to jerk him. By now Kyle had switched hands. His right hand was jerking my dick while he braced himself up on his left elbow again facing me. I could see him looming over me, getting closer with each stroke of his hand on my dick. I could smell his hair, see his eyes glisten in the moonlight. His breath on my lips was intoxicating. He was inches away. Suddenly, his head dipped down and he took my right nipple between his lips, gently kissing it. I moaned. He sucked the tip between his teeth and applied just the right amount of pressure; the perfect mix of pleasure with an undercurrent of pain. I hissed and arched my back in response. He gave over my nipple, and instead placed the tip of his tongue on the center of my chest. Slowly, very slowly, he dragged the underside of his tongue down the v of my chest, between my abs, over my belly button, until he got to my boxers. My breath was coming in pants. I reached up with my left hand and grabbed a fistful of my brother's blonde hair. It was slightly tousled but silky smooth. My grip tightened slightly as Kyle moved his mouth over my boxer-encased dick. It made quite a sight, with him hovering over me, right hand jacking off my cock through my boxers, my precum soaking the fabric, the moonlight highlighting his hair and glowing in his eyes as he looked up at me. Keeping my dick in my boxers, he angled it straight up to point at him and lowered his face. He put it in his mouth. I squirmed under him. The heat of his mouth immediately saturated through the thin fabric of my boxers. He gently manipulated the rough fabric over my sensitive head, chuckling as I gasped and moaned and writhed all the while. After 5 minutes or so of this torture, he got bored sucking me through my underwear. He paused to look up at me, one hand on either side of my body, holding himself up in a push-up position, his muscles slightly swollen from the light effort. "Take them off. Take your fucking boxers off," he demanded. I did as my brother commanded. My left hand reached down and slid them off of me. It wasn't easy, with Kyle over me slipping out of his own boxers and me trying to keep the pace up on his cock too, but we managed it- we had practice. I used my left foot to push them the final few inches. His lips were inches from mine. I reached up with my left hand and touched his cheek. Smooth. Smooth and warm. "Give them to me. Let me smell them." Wistfully, I withdrew my fingers from his cheek, reached down, and grabbed my boxers. His eyes stared into mine; my own green stare reflected back at me. I pulled the soaked cotton up, soaked with my precum and his spit, and pressed it against his chest. "Is that what you wanted," I asked? He dipped his head and took the boxers out of my hand with his teeth. I couldn't help but notice that the place my precum had spewed all over was now solidly in his mouth. He inhaled sharply, then let my boxers fall from his mouth, and smiled at me. "I love the smell and taste of your boxers, dude. They always smell like your ball sweat and your cum. I can taste the stink of your taint and the sweetness of your precum on them too. I fucking love it," he replied. He threw my boxers off the bed and refocused his gaze on me. His hand returned to stroking my thigh, leaving my aching cock laying straight along my stomach and leaking precum onto my belly button. Once again, his lips moved closer to mine. He stroked up, and his lips got closer. His finger stroked down the length of the inside of my thigh, and his lips stopped their approach. Up the sensitive inside of my legs. I shivered, and waited as his lips again advanced. Down and pause. It was a tantalizing rhythm; a yearning for his kiss and an ache when he stopped, just short. My dick didn't know how to handle it. It was twitching like crazy, and by now I had a lake of precum on my belly. Finally, slowly, his finger started from the midpoint of my well-defined calf, traced its way up the inside of my leg, pausing about half-way up. I trembled at his touch. His lower lip brushed mine. I could feel the air stir as he blinked, and his long lashes swept through mine. In one smooth motion, his hand moved to grip my cock and his mouth pressed down on mine, firmly, urgently, insistently. I let go of his cock, wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him down into me. His precum still on my fingers wet his hair as I held on for dear life. I kissed him hard, and he pushed back just as passionately. I opened my mouth slightly and he took the hint, he tongue pushing in immediately. I met it with mine and caressed it, doing with our tongues what he had been doing with our feet earlier. He moved his body on top of me and kept kissing me. I felt his matching dick poke me as he positioned himself, and his precum dripped down to add to the growling lake on my stomach. I slid my hands down his neck, spread them over his shoulders to grab his biceps. God damn I love my brother. I kept going, squeezing the sides of his chest vice-like as my fingers continued down his body. I ran them lightly, drawing a shudder from him as I neared his hips. He bit down lightly on my lips when I brought my fingers slightly toward his stomach, where I knew he could be ticklish. Finally, I reached the mounds of his ass and drew him against me, spreading my legs to accommodate his lithe frame and hard cock. We fit together perfectly, our proportions an exact match for one another, his dick resting on my belly nestled alongside mine. God I love my twin brother. He broke our kiss and looked down at me with a smile. "Fuck bro. You know I love you, don't you?" I nodded in return. He reached up to stroke my cheek, then traced his finger to my chin, down my neck, and between my pecs. He brought it down until it got to the lake of precum that had by now covered what it could of my abs and was spilling off the sides. He gathered some of our mixed ejaculate and brought it to my lips. "Taste it for me," he said. "I want to know if you're ready." I eagerly opened my mouth and he stuck his finger in. I sucked it hard, like I would a cock. I could taste the precum, and the wonderful flavor that resulted when we mixed our fluids. I moaned around his finger and tightened my grip on his ass, pulling him harder against me. He chuckled and pulled his finger out of my mouth. "I guess you're almost ready, huh?" "Fuck dude. You know it kills me when you feed me our precum like that." "I know, but I love teasing you. Enough messing around though. It's time for some real fun. Here- hold on a sec." He reached down and scooped up a handful of the wet puddle on my stomach. "Okay- let's switch," he said. This was a practiced maneuver that we liked to employ when our Fun focused on the anal side of things. As we switched positions, I settled myself over Kyle, my knees on either side of his torso with his cock positioned snugly behind my ass and my dick inches from his face. The beauty of the maneuver and process was two fold. First, in enabled us to build up a store of lube that we could use to ease things along, both as aphrodisiac (usually in the form of feeding it to each other), and as lubricant. The precum Kyle hadn't scooped up before we switched places dripped down my lower abs, through my sparse pubes, and pooled onto Kyle's stomach. I lifted myself up slightly to give Kyle better access to my boyhole, and he took his cupped hand full of precum and brought to my ass, gently using it to massage my hole and get me ready to take his cock. My lifting motion, of course, caused my dick to move forward just enough that, as he rolled up and forward slightly, it was at his lips. I looked down at Kyle just in time to see him grin up at me, open his mouth, and run his tongue over the head of my dick. As he did that, he penetrated me with his finger, inserting our lube up my chute. "Oh fuck Kyle!" I whispered. "Fuck dude, that feels so good. Use your tongue, bro. Goddamn!" He complied. His tongue swirled around the head of my cock while first two, and then three of his fingers worked my hole over. Every once in a while he would reach farther down to his own dick, gather more precum, and bring it back to my ass as lube. We were both moaning pretty loudly, and Kyle slurped every time he swirled around my cockhead with his tongue. If we hadn't been so loud, we might have noticed that the door to our bedroom from the bathroom had opened just a crack, enough for somebody kneeling to look in and see the two of us fully exposed on Kyle's bed, bathed in moonlight, naked bodies glistening with sweat, my dick in Kyle's mouth and his about to disappear up my ass. But we were, and we didn't. Kyle let my dick flop out of his mouth and looked up at me. "You ready, bro?" he asked. "You feel ready to me." "Fuck Kyle! Do it bro. Put your dick in me. Do it now!" I was practically whining by the end. I leaned forward slightly, sticking my ass out toward my brother's cock. He cupped my ass with one hand and grabbed his dick with the other, pointing it at my hole. I watched his face as he guided his dick to my ass. His brow was furrowed in concentration, and he stuck the tip of his tongue out of the corner of his mouth like he did whenever he was thinking hard about something. I smiled at the thought, and concentrated on flaring my hole to accept my brother's dick. I felt the spongy head press against my rosebud, and grunted slightly. Kyle honed in on that signal, and pressed a little harder. I took a deep breath, then let it out slowly while flaring my hole. The tip was in. Then the head came next. I let the rest of my breath out and settled down on my brother's cock as he pushed it the rest of the way in. Finally, I could feel the thin, silky strands of his pubic hair brush against my smooth ass cheeks. He was all the way in. My twin brother's cock was balls deep up my ass. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, savoring the sensation. It was almost euphoric. Once again, like when Kyle bit my nipple, there was a small undercurrent of pain present, but it was overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that replaced it as I started rocking slowly on his dick, letting out small grunts every time my motion and his gentle thrusting pressed his dickhead against my prostate. I was in heaven. I love it when my brother fucks me. In addition to the plain physical pleasure- and believe me, it's substantial and more than enough for anyone- there's something metaphysical, deeply symbolic, and almost sublime about the whole experience. There's something about having my brother, my identical teenage twin brother, bury his identical teenage twin cock up my identical teenage twin ass that strikes an enormous sexual chord in my body. The way our bodies fit together, the perfection of proportions and sizes, the sameness to our sounds and mannerisms makes me so fucking horny I can barely stand it. The symmetry and synergy when we fuck is unbelievable. We've always been close, that much was clear from the beginning, and when we're joined like this, joined by our most intimate appendages piercing our most intimate orifices- him deep inside me or me deep inside him- I think it's how we're meant to be. It's how we were designed and created. We're together, and we're complete. I opened my eyes and looked down to see that Kyle was gazing up at me. Our eyes locked, and we both smiled. I reached behind me to feel his dick piercing my ass. He was producing so much precum it was leaking down the bit of his shaft protruding from my ass. I gathered some and brought it up to his face. He opened his mouth, ready and waiting to accept my offering, but I hesitated. We were about to embark on an adventure in the week to come. With my Dad gone, and just us boys home alone, and our desire to have some Fun with James, I knew things were about to change. We needed to make this night special. I also knew that, no matter how hot and turned on Kyle was when I had told him about seeing James naked and eating his cum before jerking off with it, and how much he wanted to have Fun with James, he was a little jealous that I desired our older brother. And a little worried that perhaps, if we succeeded in seducing James, my love for Kyle would diminish. As silly as it sounded to me, I realized it wouldn't seem so silly to Kyle. So I made a decision. I took the finger with my ass juices and his precum and dipped it down to Kyle's stomach, where my own precum had formed a new pool. I gathered some up, and brought it back towards Kyle's face. He looked at me quizzically. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Do what I do," I said. "Reach behind me and get some of our fuck juice, then get some of my precum." He just stared at me. "Do it!" I whispered. And he did. I jumped slightly when I felt his fingers brush my ass to collect the offering, and jumped again when he brushed the tip of cock to gather a pearl of precum just forming on the top. "I want it right from the source," he explained, grinning up at me. Finally he was ready. I thought about what I was going to say, and do. I took a moment to relish the situation. Here I was, sitting on my twin brother's cock (his dick twitched in my ass and I felt a small spurt of precum as he adjusted himself), the happiest boy in the world. How could I tell him how much I love him? How could I show him? "Caleb, are you alright man?" His gentle fucking motions had stopped and he looked up at me with a hint of concern. I smiled down at him reassuringly. "I'm fine, Kyle. I just want you to know that, whatever happens this week and the rest of our lives, I love you. I am yours to the fullest extent of my body, and the depths of my soul. And you are mine- I mark you as mine. To share if I want, and if you agree, but mine above all. I love you." I took my finger and drew a heart on his forehead, then brought it down to his lips and brushed them with what was left of the fluid. He looked stunned at first, then thoughtful, and slowly he smiled up at me. "I want you to know, Caleb, that whatever happens this week and the rest of our lives, I love you too. I'm yours to the fullest extent of my body and the depths of my soul. And you are mine- I mark you as mine. To share if I want, and you agree, but mine above all. I love you." And he took his finger, marked my forehead with a heart, and drew his finger across my lips. We both knew what needed to happen next. Kyle pushed himself up into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around me. I stuck my feet out behind him and clutched onto his shoulders, all the while keeping his dick buried in my ass. We pressed our foreheads together, cum heart to cum heart, closed our eyes, and kissed. We stayed like that for a while, Kyle slowly humping my ass, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths, foreheads pressed together. Finally, I broke the kiss and looked into my twin brother's eyes. "Now fuck me," I whispered. "Fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck me like you'll never do it again. Fuck me like you love me!" I finished, and shoved him down on his back. His dick popped out of my ass. I straddled his cock, aimed it at my hole, and lowered myself onto it in one long motion. "Fuck me!" I growled. Kyle needed no urging. I yelped as he thrust his hips up hard, he cock pushing deep into my bowels and lifting me up. Before I had time to adjust, he had pulled back, and my ass followed, slamming down as it met the base of his cock. Again he thrusted, and again he dropped. It was the wildest ride of my life. I put one hand on his chest and the other out to the side for balance. Kyle was fucking me for all he was worth- straining with effort to pound my ass. Looking down, I could see his eyes were closed, his lips apart and curved slightly upward in pleasure. His chest felt tight under my hand, and I moved it to tweak first one and then the other of his hard nipples. I could see his abdominal muscles rippling and straining to lift me off the bed, pushing his cock deep into my ass. Every time he went balls deep he flared the head of his dick, swelling it inside me and adding to the pressure on my prostate. My own dick was bouncing up and down with the speed of our movement, throwing off waves of precum like snot as it jounced first one way and then the other. Ropes of my precum were covering Kyle's chest. I couldn't help myself. The pleasure, the exhilaration were too much. I squeezed Kyle's body between my thighs, put both hands on his chest, threw back my head and laughed. I love when my brother fucks me. The sounds of our fucking filled the room.... The wet sploch sploch sploch as his dick pounded my ass and the sound of my balls hitting his body as I bounced up and down were music to my ears.... The grunts, groans, moans, and wails of ecstasy as our identical hot, smooth teen bodies met and merged in the moonlight spurred us to greater efforts.... Sweat coated Kyle, making holding on difficult, and I could feel beads of it dripping off forehead and running down my chest. Kyle reached up from kneading my ass around his cock to rub my sweaty chest and play with my abs. Our sweat turned us silver in the moonlight. Kyle's breath started to come in ragged gasps. His thrusts up my boyhole became wilder and more insistent and his 8 pack was clearly defined as he used his stomach muscles and ass to clench and thrust ever quicker. I could tell he was getting close. Gritting my teeth against the pleasure, I leaned over my brother's head. I could feel a drop of sweat trickling down my forehead and I knew exactly where I wanted it to end up. Slowly the bead traced down my forehead, down the bridge of my nose, and dangled at the tip. After a particularly hard thrust from Kyle, it fell off my nose and landed on his lips. I ducked my head quickly to follow and reached behind me to lift Kyle's ass and hold his cock buried in my fuck hole. He gave a grunt of surprise at the interruption of his rhythm. "Cum inside me, Kyle," I whispered inches from my sweat on his lips, "blow your twin seed inside me. Breed me and make me yours!" I finished with a pant. With the final words, I clenched my ass around his dick and milked for all I was worth. I ran my tongue over his lips to gather my sweat, then thrust my tongue down his throat. That was all it took. Kyle's balls tightened up around his pole and his load rocketed through to explode out the tip of his cock deep into my hole. It felt like white fire blooming in my ass, liquid white moonlight pouring from his dick deep up my ass. The feeling of wet warmth welled inside me and I squeezed harder, urging more of my brother's twin seed to blanket my insides, wanting more of his sweet twin teen cum to coat me. "OH FUCK CALEB, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckÉ" he parted our mouths to start with a load moan, and trailed away softly. His eyes fluttered closed, then open to stare up at mine. "I'm breeding you, bro, ughÉjust like youÉughÉaskedÉoh god. Oh fuck!" I broke eye contact and threw my head up and back, grinding my ass on my brother's twin dick as he spunked. "I feel you, Kyle, I feel you deep inside. Push just a little bit more, bro," I pleaded. And he did. Still in the throws of his own orgasm, he drove one last time and pushed me over the edge. "KYLE!" I screamed, and looked down to see sheets of cum explode out of my dick. The first wave flew over Kyle's head to land against the headboard, the second and third landed in his hair, the fourth, fifth, and sixth covered his eyes and lips before the rest dribbled out to cover his chest and abs. He was a sight, soaked in my cum. We both came down from our highs. His hips settled to the mattress and didn't rise again, and I could feel his dick start to soften. Soon it would plop out on its own. I looked down at Kyle and smiled. The boy was completely covered in my spunk. He looked back up at me and smiled while thick white goo ran down his face. I reached up to gather some of my cum and ran it over his lips as I leaned down to kiss him. "I love you bro," I whispered. "I love you too, Caleb." We made out while Kyle's cock softened, and I thoroughly cleaned my cum off his face with my tongue, bringing it back to his lips so we could share it. Finally, after I had cleaned his face and done what I could with his hair, I felt his cock slip out of my ass followed by what felt like a good portion of his cum. I broke our kiss to shift my position. "Now for my favorite part!" he whispered. "I can never decide which I like better," I said as I swung my right leg over his body, and got on my knees with my ass to his face and my face to his abs.... "Eating my cum out of your hot ass...OH FUCKÉeasy, bro," I warned Kyle, who was lapping his cum out of my ass, "or eating my cum off your hot stomach!" I finished, running the tip of my tongue over the ridges of his stomach and suck a load of my own cum into my mouth. Always the perfectionist, I didn't stop once his stomach and chest were cleaned. Craning my neck only slightly, I sucked his cock into my mouth and began washing his ejaculate and my ass juice off his tool. "I have no preference, really," he mumbled into my ass, "but I do know one thing. This is going to be one hell of a week." I couldn't agree more. Engrossed as we were in our fucking and cum eating, neither of us noticed the pair of small bright eyes that watched us from the slightly ajar bathroom door, neither of us heard the soft, high moans as somebody jerked off, or the soft tinkle of cum hitting the tile floor, and neither of us noticed those small, bright eyes slowly withdraw and swing the door closed again.

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GREAT discussion...whoever linked this, tyvm...really good ideas and fun reading in here.

EXCELLENT analysis of the gaps and such!! I've been loosely pondering some of those points for a long time, but never with the incisiveness you did!

Also, I doubt W-Y is the only Corporation/Interest that wants to get ahold of a Xeno, if the Bioweapons market is that hot, there'll be more than a few players.

The prequels take place. The company knows about the aliens but can't find any.

They detect a signal on LV-426. They don't tell the Nostromo crew, which will be flying by it, and change the science officer while it's docked.

When it flies by, Mother re-routes the ship to it and wakes the crew.

The catch with this is that the company already has the coordinates to the signal, which means it didn't need to wait to rescue Ripley to get the location of the derelict ship. And yet it didn't bother to investigate it across the decades the Nostromo was lost.

 

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