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Alien vs. Jocks by Studs3853
The alien moans as it hears the nearby sounds of loud music, cheers and raucous laughter. Confused, it sees such noises as a threat which must be eliminated. On the dancefloor, dozens of jocks are having a great time whilst, in the DJ booth, three studs are unaware of impending danger.

Famed DJ Calvin Harris is overseeing 'the party of the year' after one of the jocks won a competition to get him DJing. The jock in question, Aiden, is on top of the world. The DJ booth is stuffy so he's stripped just to his white boxers and is raving with Calvin whilst downing bottles of beer. Aiden can't believe how lucky he is.

As they have a good time, Aiden's boyfriend Dale slips in, just in his tight blue underwear, gently kissing Aiden's neck.

'Does life get any better than this?' Dale whispers into Aiden's ear with a smirk.



Aiden turns round and clenches Dale's tight ass.

'It's about to!' he replies, before heading to the door.

'Don't mind me!' Calvin jokes as the two jocks head out of the booth and round the back of the backstage cabin that's been set up. They can't keep their hands off each other. Suddenly, Aiden stops.

'I've got something for you,' he says, a huge grin on his face. 'Close your eyes and I'll be back in 2 minutes.'

'Oh come on, I hate surprises!' Dale says, but Aiden repeats himself and runs off. He knows how much Dale loves his music and so has got Calvin to sign a bunch of albums. Dale does as he's told and stands in the woodland with his eyes shut.

His timing couldn't be worse as, as the tanned stud stands waiting, the alien walks through the trees, trying to find the source of the incessant noise. It sees Dale standing there, completely still, and is confused - is this a trap? From what it has seen of this world, the life forms are constantly moving so it doesn't know how to react to this one being so still.

It cautiously approaches Dale, slowly walking round him to examine him. However, the jock thinks his boyfriend has returned.

'I know you're there...' he laughs. 'Can I open my eyes now?'

The alien begins to crouch, examining all areas of Dale, who merely thinks his boyfriend is happy to see him. He can feel warm breath on his tight butt as the alien continues to monitor him. With his erection growing by the second, Dale can't stand it any longer and spins round.

'Got you!' he cries but his expression turns to one of horror when he sees the creature. His sudden movement startles the alien and it attacks, lunging forward and ripping off Dale's erect cock in one chomp. Dale screams as blood pours out but the alien silences him for good by wrapping its huge clawed hands around his skull and squeezing. Dale's fragile skull cannot take the pressure and he lets out one final excruciating wail before it gives way, crumbling into crushed bone, blood and goo. His decapitated, blood-soaked body crumples to the ground.

Still in shock, the panicked alien retreats to the trees, just as Aiden returns.

'NOOO!' he screams as he sees his lover's headless body covered in blood on the ground. 'Please no, please...'

He keels over Dale's corpse and sobs, wondering what could have happened to him. He's not left mystified for long though as the alien pokes its head out of the trees, realizing that reinforcements have been sent. Still unsure about how dangerous these life forms are, it uses its claw to chop through the tree it is stood behind.

The huge tree topples forward and a grief-stricken Aiden just as time to screech before it flattens both him and Dale into a gooey paste of blood and guts. The deafening music from nearby drowns out any noises. Now the two lovers will never be parted.

What does the alien do next?
Pay Calvin a visit in the DJ booth
End Of Story

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